Crockta cocked his head as he looked outside.0

“They really thought they could execute me just like that? How cute,” he chuckled.0

Even if they had captured him, how could they be so confident and broadcast all over the city that they were holding his execution? To what extent had they underestimated him?0

They had been too rash.0

“Edgar, is this all you are capable of?”0

Crockta recalled his memories with Edgar, the man he had exchanged drinks with all night and the enemy who had locked him up. Edgar had probably forgotten, but Crockta remembered all of their conversations and thought fondly of him.0

‘He’s a decent guy.’0

Crockta even thought highly of Edgar’s swift decision to lock him up after realizing who he was, as well as the detached and businesslike manner he displayed in front of his subordinates.0

Edgar simply fulfilled his duties. They were just on different sides.0

He was a man who clearly understood his role. As a leader, he had to quickly kill off the head of the enemy and destroy their symbol. Enemies with low morale didn’t dare resist.0

But the opponent was Crockta. He had been too hasty.0

“Didn’t you say a leader was like a fortress?”0

Edgar, in drunken stupor, had said to Crockta, ‘I’m a commander. A leader is a fortress. Who would want to be inside a shaky castle that would collapse from a gust of wind? I have to be an unshakeable fortress and be cold and firm. It’s tough at times, but I must...0