Another soldier glared at him darkly.
"What the hell are you even saying? There is no way that those assassins were from the Song Domain. It was just an excuse Clan Valor used to start the war. So what was the Queen supposed to do? Roll over and allow those bastards to plunder our land? It's not like she wanted this to happen!"
The first soldier remained silent for a few moments, then scoffed.
"I don't know whether she wanted the war to happen or not. All I know is that the Sovereigns started it, and yet it is us puny mortals who are dying in it. If they want to fight so badly, why don't they fight among themselves? What's the point of bleeding us dry instead?"
Turning his head, he stared at Rain.
"What do you think, Rani? Does any of this make any sense?"
She lingered for a bit, then sighed.
"Is that how the rest of you feel, as well?"
A few soldiers grumbled. The rest did not respond, simply looking at her with dark, tired expressions.
Rain shook her head.
"What I think… is that you should keep your mouths shut. This is a royal legion. It's alright if Tamar hears you, but if one of the Blood Sisters happens to be nearby when you spout such things, there's gonna be trouble."
Morale was that bad in one of the seven royal legions. She didn't even want to imagine how other brigades were faring.
Looking at the ceiling, Rain sighed heavily.
'...What will become of the Song Domain?'
It was hard to remain hopeful.
Or sympathetic, really... many people just wanted for the war to be over, secretly losing interest in which side won, or even if there was a winner at all. But the war showed no sign of slowing down.
It only ever seemed to accelerate.
Were they really going to all die here?
The belligerent soldier cursed with dark resentment.
"What, I can't even talk now? Great. That's great! They expect us to just die silently, I guess... how are we different from the pilgrims, then?"
That was a good question.
Were they any different, really?
Letting out a dispirited sneer, the soldier turned away and covered himself with a blanket. Rain stared at his vague silhouette with pity.
'That fool. He's going to cook alive under that blanket.'
Tamar's cooling Memory was great, but it wasn't that great.
The rest of the soldiers listened to her advice and dropped the topic.
She could see it in their eyes, though…
Dejection.
They were brave people, and they were ready to die in order to protect their home.
But there was a difference between dying for a good cause and dying senselessly.
And this war…
Was making less and less sense with each day.