A week had passed since Vale had agreed to Mias' dreadful plan. A plan that had already yielded to the very fears upon which Vale had founded his apprehension.
The daily death toll of his scouts and foragers, which had been either few or zero before, rose to ~9-to-13. Thankfully, none had been captured, but there were a few who had to unceremoniously impale themselves.
Mias himself had even executed a few…
Not that those fears being realized dissuaded him from continuing down this treacherous path.
Mias had already reported instances of those who'd been helped by the Legion of Lust showing some apprehension about attacking, even given prime opportunities.
However…
'Those instances have been almost too frequent and abundant. Too convenient.'
It didn't take Vale much contemplation to realize Mias was staging incidents left and right to speed up the cause. Nor was it hard to notice that his methods inflated the death toll.
