18: Faithfuls' Chants
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The faithfuls narrowed their eyes in slow motion as Achilles' words hit them right on different spots.

Brig. Stones tapped his right finger across his chin while internalizing the warlord's insightful words.

He was the first to respond to Achilles' puzzling question, and for unknown reasons, his mind didn't cross-check other aspects that could have enabled the cartel's persistent plotting.

Apparently, it was easier to assume the assassination plot was spearheaded by some members of the opposite party who desperately wanted their own member in power.

The other members tilted their heads, embarrassment flushing over their cowered faces.

They observed how bold Brig. Stones sounded and chose to analyze the past events based on his perspective.

“Hey, no need to feel pitiful and embarrassed. Just a while ago we were applauding Brig. Beauty's master plan against the usual reaction pattern.”

Achilles stepped in as a leader before his team members would get drowned in the pool of self-pity.

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