Unlike the others' excitement, the Adjutant asked in astonishment, "Viscount, aren't you breaking out with us?"
"I have already failed in my duty once. I do not wish to fail again. I will remain in the city and hold out until the very end. This is the fief the Queen granted me. No matter what, I cannot abandon it. I will stay with the people, in life or death."
Viscount Gore spoke firmly. The dereliction of duty he referred to was naturally the Queen's inexplicable death. As the Guard Captain, he could not escape blame.
"Viscount, if you die, who will expose the Royal Family's atrocities?"
The Adjutant hurriedly tried to persuade him. The Demon Legion was clearly connected to the Royal Family. Everyone had to learn the truth, then rise up against the Royal Family and drive that heinous King Balam from the throne.
"You can expose them. I have lived for tens of thousands of years already. I have lived long enough. All right, stop wasting time. Everyone, prepare to break out immediately. Escape as many as you can."
Viscount Gore shouted. The Adjutant sighed helplessly and was about to speak when a soldier rushed in and called out, "Viscount, Mr. Stinger, the former commander of the Imperial Elite Regiment, is outside and wishes to see you."
"Stinger? Why is he here?"
Viscount Gore was stunned. Stinger was quite famous in the Empire, and Gore had some acquaintance with him. But hadn't Stinger been demoted to Earth? Why had he come here at a time like this?
"Forget it. Let him in."
Viscount Gore shook his head. Given the current situation, why Stinger was here did not matter. Things could not possibly get any worse.
Soon, led by the soldier, six people entered the command room. Viscount Gore