Chapter 53 ~ Three Problems

{Isla’s POV}

So there was Huut, Ezekiel, Damien, James, Jack, Charles, Brian and…

What’s the last one again?

Fuebol.

I’m talking about the Generals. Those are their names, according to General Raand. I finally know all of their names in my head— I’m rocking this princess thing.

It’s just ten eight names, Isla.

We were on our way to meet the “Praised Brothers”. The Rogues had willingly agreed to take us to their Rogue base, where all the Rogues were.

Something about that scares me.

But we were prepared nonetheless. Most of our injured warriors had healed and we had only lost three men, so we were still a force to be feared.

I hope.

We were marching through another route now. The Rogues had taken us off our map course as they led us through a much different path. Their hands were tied with thick ropes and they were made to pace before us.

But they weren’t pacing. They were almost jugging and it made it seem like they couldn’t wait for us to meet their people. Like they were