"I have a feeling we may have to use non-peaceful methods for this kingdom, father," Prince Hugo muttered as he looked at the state of the city.
The guards leading them heard it, but didn't care. Their eyes were lifeless, with little to no hope. They were just following orders numbly.
"There are people dead here in every street." The blue-haired assassin prince, named Baki Aurora, frowned as he detected not one, not two, but five dead bodies so far.
"They died because of no food and the harsh winter," one of the guards spoke. "Nobles and the royal family hoard the food and only give it out periodically. Many farmers have already left, and those who are here are held forcefully."
"Forcefully? How?" Synthia asked.
"Their families… are held inside the palace dungeon as slaves. If they don't work… their family will be killed. If they work, they can live in the dungeon in a small house every day after working."
The group paused. They stopped walking.
