"Your Excellency, please grant me a sword with which to end my life." A middle-aged man lifted his head slightly, resolve in his eyes and pleading in his voice.
When Velin heard him, he looked at the old man lying on the ground, then finally nodded and agreed. Afterward, he waved to the officer beside him.
After receiving the order, the officer drew his sword, stepped forward, and handed the longsword to the man.
The middle-aged man accepted the longsword with both hands. After thanking him in the Elan Language, he thrust it into his own chest under everyone's gaze.
Feeling the warmth of his blood, the middle-aged man felt incomparably at ease.
His body fell backward. Lying on the ground, he watched the white clouds in the sky as his pupils gradually dilated, until they lost their light completely.
Toward his family, he felt he had been selfish, abandoning them for the sake of his own convictions.
But as a general of the kingdom, choosing to cling to life when the nation had fallen would have been a trampling of his creed, and a denial of the life he had lived.
"My lord, please grant me a sword."
Turning his head to look at this female general, Velin said nothing more. He only waved to the officer at his side.
As time passed, one Okra Kingdom general after another committed suicide.
Half an hour later, looking at the twenty-three corpses collapsed on the ground, Velin clasped his hands behind his back and said in a low voice, "Bury these people together with that king of Okra Kingdom."
"As for their families, so long as they are not utterly unforgivable, pardon them all."
"If they wish to leave Okra Kingdom, they may take half of their family's wealth and depart.