to himself. âWe did what had to be done, I wouldnât have done it any other way, except for . . .â Leonidas chose his words carefully; he did not want to see Caesar upset. âWhy is it that we didnât even ask those players if they wanted to join us? I donât know, but itâs kinda possible that we may have killed some potential allies.â
âRubbish, Leonidas,â spat Caesar, shaking his head in contempt at Leonidasâs apparent foolishness. âThere was nothing for us in that village. Those people in the prisonersâ village had been living on nothing for longer than was worth it. Trust me, we did all of them a mercy.â
âYeah, yeah, thatâs right,â said Leonidas, his voice falsely cheery. âYeah . . . there just woulda been more suffering if weâd left any of âem alive.â
But the more Leonidas thought of his corporalâs reports of the carnage and slaughter the Noctem Alliance had committed in the prisonersâ village, the more Leonidas was reassuring himself that that was not true.
CHAPTER 5 THE TENNIS MACHINE
A lthough Stan did not know exactly what the repercussions of the attack by the Noctem agents would be, he certainly did not expect that life would carry on as usual. And yet, thatâs exactly what happened. The only significant difference in the daily flow of things was the cessation of rallies and protests by the Noctem Alliance.
âDonât you think itâs weird?â Stan asked, a week after heâd banned the Noctem Alliance, as he walked out of the castle courtyard and onto the bustling main road lined with stores alongside Kat and Charlie. âI mean, these guys in black try to kill us, and they say theyâre with the Noctem Alliance before committing suicide, and then thereâs nothing for a week? What sense does that make?â
âIt is odd,â replied Charlie slowly. âYouâd think there would be some aftermath. But itâs like the Noctem Alliance completely vanished off the map. You donât think theyâre plotting something, do you?â
That thought sat unpleasantly in Stanâs stomach, and he was about to respond when Kat cut him off, and said in a superior drawl, âI think you two are reading too much into it. The Noctem Alliance was just a bunch of stuck-up, rich brats who didnât like that they had to share with the lower-levels. They whined andhad a tantrum about it, but some of them took it a step too far.â
âWell, if thatâs the case, why havenât they retaliated yet?â asked Charlie.
âBecause theyâre a bunch of cowards,â replied Kat, a note of disgust on her tongue. âThey couldnât get what they wanted through protesting, so the twenty or so of them who cared more than was good for them tried to attack us. They were okay with dying, because they didnât think life would be worth it if they couldnât get what they wanted. Thatâs why they were willing to kill themselves, and thatâs why they had such good supplies, because theyâre spoiled upper-levels. And now that those few radicals are dead, none of them left care enough to die for the cause of the Alliance.â
âI guess that makes sense,â said Stan, nodding. âIt is true that itâs really only the rich and upper-level people in this city who are against equality now. Well, besides the war prisoners we took from the battle.â
âAnd theyâre not in any position to do anything about it, theyâre all locked up in Brimstone,â added Charlie. He was referring to the highest-end prison in Elementia, situated in the remnants of the Nether Fortress that RAT1 had blown up before the Battle for Elementia.
âExactly,â said Kat. âTrust me, Stan, I think now that youâve made it illegal, we arenât gonna be hearing any morefrom the Noctem Alliance. On the other hand, there are
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