Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Regrets

They found charred human corpses among the goblin ones.

Alberta had broken down crying. She had chosen the lives of her platoon, and the women had paid the price for it. Maybe, if they had fought harder, they could have taken out the goblins without the deaths of the civilians.

"There was no other way," Dorian murmured next to her, a hand gently laid on her shoulder. "If you haven't acted, we would be dead now. Thank you for making the hard choice."

"Don't you dare thank me!" Alberta snapped. She stood and stormed off. The women had been alive, not well because they had been in the hands of the goblins, being prepared to be eaten. But they had been alive. And Alberta had doomed them all.

The wind mage found herself before the only woman that they had saved. She was dressed in Lilia's spare clothes, and her skin looked healthy and without any blemish. Bar a nasty scar on her forehead, made too long ago for Leander to remove.