บท 631: An Unwanted Mercy

Berengar sat within the holding cell of the Princess of the Aztec Empire. There was a wide grin on his face as he sipped from a cup of coffee. Though Tlexictli had not acted as witness to the senseless slaughter that had just unfolded, she could tell by the smug smirk on Berengar's face, as well as the overwhelming scent of death in the air, that the Germans had killed a considerable amount of her people. Thus, her eyes were filled with tears as she questioned why Berengar was being so cruel to her.

"What have I ever done to deserve such animosity from you? Why do you make me sit here in this cell and witness the death of my people?"

Berengar scoffed as he heard this, before giving the young woman a blunt answer.