The soldiers standing behind Sir Decal began to murmur anxiously.0

"Treason? Marquis Leandro was plotting treason?" a soldier asked. 0

"This is madness! If we get caught up in this, we're dead too," another said.0

"Our families… Our families will suffer…" still another added.0

It only took them a second for their morale to break. The soldiers who had been standing firm to stop the rebels now found their resolve crumbling under the weight of the situation. In a way, it was natural. That was just how treason charges had always been.0

Sir Decal, who had been watching the situation, shouted hurriedly, "Don't be swayed by such nonsense! We are not the rebels here!"0

He tried to calm the troops, but the cracks in their morale had already begun to spread. And Caron, with his unrelenting words, only continued to stir them further.0

"Since you soldiers have only followed orders from your superiors," Caron called out smoothly. "If you join us now and help us suppress these real rebels, we'll make sure to take that into account. But if you stand against us… You'll die as traitors. I swear on my grandfather's name."0

Caron invoked the Leston family name with ease, and the soldiers couldn't help but be affected. They all knew the weight that name carried, and the promise it held. His clever persuasion made them w...0