"Who dares to kill me? Who dares to kill me!"
The Eldest Prince, with bloodshot eyes and the noble sword he kept waving in his hands, indeed had a somewhat intimidating aura, causing the impassioned prisoners to calm down.
Why did they follow the hero?
Was it to declare war on the Royal Family or to burn this city to ashes?
Most of them did not have such noble awareness. They just wanted to seize this possibly once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, pinning their hopes on the hero, praying that he might indeed lead everyone to carve a bloody path out of the prison.
As for what happened afterward, the vast majority hadn't thought it through.
But if they were to kill the Empire's Eldest Prince here, the nature of things would change, plunging them into a death match with the Empire. Waiting for them outside the prison would be the Imperial Army, and in a fury, the Royal Family might deploy the Golden Fleet.
"Maybe... we should use him as a hostage."
Soon, a prisoner spoke up.
