I gazed upon the towers of corpses, and a thought crossed my mind: What would someone from the modern world think of me if they stood here now?
Would they call me a butcher?
A merciless psychopath?
Or perhaps a tyrant?
Such judgments would be foolish. After all, this was no modern world. This was a medieval fantasy realm, more perilous than even the darkest ages of my former world.
Especially after my encounter with that High Vampire, I understood this truth more clearly than ever. This world had its own laws. And to ignore them was to court death.
So if I wished to seize what I desired here, if I truly sought power, then I had to cast aside the moral doctrines of the modern age. Even if it meant slaughtering enemy soldiers who had already surrendered, then so be it.
Not that I had shed all sense of morality. I still carried certain red lines. I could never take a child for myself, nor kill men and women for sheer amusement. Those lines remained inviolable.
