Rosa kept on rubbing her nose with her sleeves. The smell of blood from the battlefield familiarized her, but she could never get used to the scent of rotting flesh. It reminds her of how insignificant the life of a human is. Something she would never like to admit to. She forced her feet to walk closer to the bodies.
“Rante knight’s uniform, are they Rante knights? Or just some who got in for spying?” She turned to look at Eisen for some help in this.
“Both are possible, Your Highness. The black knights have infiltrated before. I am just sad to see the ending of these people. Who would have considered them ending like this for a few coins.” He took the small red pouch from the other soldier.
It jiggled with gold coins.
“The problem is how much they have revealed to the black knight leader before dying,” Eisen spoke before handing the bag to Svero.