Sina looked down at the bodies from atop the hill, her hand covering her mouth. The sight of the corpses stabbed by the rusty spears and swords used by the undead reminded her of memories from the not-so-distant past. The face of Ossrey, her deputy in the Order of the Blue Rose, came to her mind.

This situation on this battlefield was more than a hundred times worse than what the Order of the Blue Rose suffered from.

“...Doesn’t it occur to you that Anya is enjoying this situation a little too much?” Sina asked.

“She said that she will make an army that will never betray her,” Juan answered in a calm manner.

Sina turned pale upon hearing Juan’s answer.

“She will definitely not be betrayed if she turns all one million Imperial Army soldiers into the undead. Then, there will no longer be a need for provisions, no unnecessary loss of forces nor any violation of military rules,” Juan continued.

“That… that’s not what you want, is it?”

“I don’t know,” Juan replied with a smile. “It is true that Anya’s words are quite logical. Getting a powerful army that will forever be loyal to you in return for forgetting your conscience for a moment would be attractive to all rulers. Besides, it also means that I will not have to take any disciplinary actions.”

Seeing Sina’s pale expression, Juan approached her and lifted her hair up to reveal her forehead.

“Don’t worry. I don’t intend to do all that. But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop Anya from doing that. What she’s doing isn’t revenge—it’s war. There’s nothing we can do about the victims resulting from the war.”

Juan stared into Sina’s left eye, which still had clear...