Chapter 832: We Are All the Price (4/4)

Chapter 832: We Are All the Price (4/4)

"You're right, there is indeed something odd about this..."

A pair of eyes turned to her in unison.

Including Isher, including the kneeling maid, including Melchior and the old nun, as well as the other surviving Vellant survivors present.

And also Anwar, who held the life and death of everyone present, along with the twenty soldiers beside him.

They all wanted to know the answer.

Though regrettably, she did not know the answer, only faintly sensing a trace of unusual dissonance.

"...Too coincidental."

"What's too coincidental?" Anwar was in no hurry to kill her now, urging her with his eyes to continue.

Margaret pondered for a moment, straightened out her thoughts, and then went on.

"Governor Huye returned to Triumph City; let's assume he had a legitimate reason for going back. But what about the others? For instance, General McCullen—he has no family, nor any notable military achievements. Even if he returned to Triumph City, he'd only be ridiculed by others, right?"

"Founding Day is not a festival for Vellants to go to Triumph City; it's enough to just stay with family. Celebrating it anywhere is the same. Yet, precisely at this time, many people who had no reason to leave suddenly departed for all sorts of reasons."

The highest-ranking official left in all of Westwind Port was probably only the port's guard captain and Governor Huye's secretary.

The Vellants remaining in the port seemed to be all civilians?

Not a single one of those most deserving of reckoning appeared to be left!

That was the clue that had suddenly struck her.

She remembered when the explosion first happened, she had hurried home with Ruby.

Back then, she noticed that many of the mansions in the vicinity were empty, with only a few still occupied.

The neighborhood where her family lived was the wealthy district of the port; her husband had deliberately bought the house there to be closer to the big shots, including the governor.

But it turned out not just the governor.

Many who held key positions in the governor's mansion had left.

Only they were left behind.

As if it were a coincidence born of some unspoken understanding.

Realizing this, a sudden chill crept up her spine, as if she had been forced to swallow a mouthful of icy poison.

If she herself had the awareness of being a slave owner, how could those people not know what consequences their decisions would bring?!

They knew everything!

Yet they still did it!

And they did it without hesitation!

Whether it was deliberately weakening the security here or leaving the deadly blade conveniently in the port, it was all decisively ruthless.

Clearly, Huye was just returning to Triumph City, yet he took all his personal guards with him.

Clearly, the front lines were in dire need of ammunition, yet the weapons were left in the port!

The city was full of angry survivors, and what did they do?

They picked the most heinous hyena from the cage!

That Nagi...

He was their carefully chosen one!

Margaret's eyes gradually widened, and she suddenly covered her pale lips to suppress the churning in her stomach.

Anwar held his breath, nearly losing his grip on the gun.

Looking at the lady before him, he spoke in a trembling voice.

"You mean... our uprising... was orchestrated by someone?!"

How could that be!

"Rather than orchestrated, it's more like being used..."

Her expression gradually calmed, and Margaret gently brushed aside a strand of hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, striving to keep her composure as she continued.

"They didn't need to do anything—just place the fuel where it needed to catch fire, hand the matches to the madman eager to set the blaze, devise a perfect plan, calculate the time of ignition, make all the preparations, and then quietly watch it burn."

"This fire was bound to ignite, but not enough to cause lasting damage. Then they could smoothly obtain everything they wanted... and we are all the price."

In that instant.

She understood it all.