Alex thought about Patricia's decision. He understood that on a battlefield, lives did not have the same value.
Saying that every life was equal sounded nice, but when they fought with their lives on the line, losing a commander could lead to the squad's defeat.
The total loss would become even bigger.
Even if the commander was strong, there was no guarantee that person would be safe.
A commander leading from the frontline was a double-edged sword.
The moment the commander fell, the rest of the army could lose morale or go into a frenzy.
Going into a frenzy was not a good thing either, because it made them chaotic.
"Did you feel angry that I didn't intervene to help you?" Alex asked.
Patricia's eyes widened. Zargath and Vexgore also looked surprised.
"No, King. That is our mission.
We already knew the risks. How could we even think of blaming you?
Our whole existence is only to serve you. If anything, it is my fault as the commander," she said.
