“Are we doing it right?”

Pavan turned his head toward Sina upon hearing her question.

Sina was quietly looking at the burning stove as it made a crackling sound; her eyes sparkled whenever the firewood in the stove cracked and let out a spark.

“What are you talking about?” Pavan asked back.

“I’m talking about Dismas.”

“Of course we are not doing it right. We need to kill him as soon as possible, but those who are dying instead of him are the people of the empire.”

Pavan still looked displeased at Juan’s decision.

“But His Majesty has a point. If there really is no way to stop the Cainheryars right now, the empire will eventually suffer from irreparable damage. Think about it this way—the Cainheryars that are spread throughout the empire will be gone after a week if His Majesty can convince Dismas,” Sina said as if she was warning Pavan.

“But one more day of destruction will be added for every single day if we don’t kill Dismas,” Pavan derided and made a cold smile.

Sina didn’t answer Pavan, but instead, she tried to approach the matter from a different perspective.

“What I was talking about was not Dismas or the Cainheryars, but about Dismas and His Majesty. We all know that Dismas is a human being who doesn’t deserve to live. But… I’m afraid that we are asking His Majesty...