Chapter POV: Isabella Taurus
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"Mars! You are foolish! Your army will perish if you expect them to fight like you!" I scolded the man in front of me.
"Stop chattering, woman, it grates on my ears. I am Mars, the god of war! If they cannot follow me, it only means they are weak. The weak should simply die!"
The self-proclaimed god of war then threw the cup he had been drinking from before he stood up.
"Minerva, I will say it again. You should learn to hold your tongue, I have been asked to defeat the lost army of Pluto. Waste your time on poetry all you want, but war is my domain!"
"But that's..." before I could answer, the lord of this place tried to mediate.
"Mars, Minerva. That is enough. This meeting was to ask how to deal with Pluto's lost undead. Minerva, you have made your point. Mars has sworn to follow your tactics. To expect more is to look down on his abilities."