Although she had internally sentenced the Governor and the garrison Commander to death, Perfikot had to temporarily suppress this murderous intent.
At least for now, in this tense moment, she couldn't act immediately.
The aftershocks of the uprising had not yet subsided, and the forces of resistance within the city were still restlessly stirring in the shadows. Hastily replacing the Governor and garrison leadership now would only exacerbate the already turbulent situation.
These pests might be incompetent, but at least they could still barely maintain Marsel's basic order for now.
They were like a swarm of termites clinging to a decaying door frame. Although they would eventually gnaw the entire door to ruin, for now, this shaky door could still block the wind and snow outside.
