Chapter 103: Chaos
The woman stood tall, her expression unreadable, as she adjusted the simple blouse draped over her shoulders. The long, wide sleeves swayed slightly as she moved. A tubular garment was wrapped tightly around her waist, cinching her figure. She hesitated for a brief moment, as if carefully choosing her next words, then lifted her chin defiantly.
"The fact that our town hall was burned while Northem soldiers were present is undeniable," she declared, her voice ringing across the two groups in a standoff. Her sharp gaze, burning with contempt, swept over the soldiers standing in the front row. "Since they were inside the building, then why didn’t they do anything to put out the fire?"
General Odin was speechless.
The jaws of the five hundred soldiers who were at the town hall when it was burnt dropped. Did she mean she wanted them to put out the fire while arrows were raining down?
A sudden chuckle broke the heavy silence. Agilus had stepped out of formation and was making his way toward Alaric, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Hey, woman, you are funny!" He said sarcastically.
The woman glared at him.
Lara, standing a few paces away, studied the woman with narrowed eyes, her sharp mind piecing together the puzzle. She had read extensively about psychological warfare, and the tactics employed by people standing opposite them were all too familiar. This wasn’t just an impassioned plea—this was deliberate provocation. Whoever was orchestrating from the shadows knew exactly what they were doing. The methods mirrored those used by modern-day terrorists.
The woman turned back to the gathered townspeople, her voice rising. "Women and Elders of Carles, do not listen to them! These soldiers are not here to protect us. They are here to make our lives miserable!" She thrust her fists into the air, riling up the crowd.