"All right, I won't say anything more. Let Kandel make his final statement, and let us see why he committed such a cruel deed!"
With that, Arnold stepped back, while Kandel, bound hand and foot, was guarded by four soldiers.
Kandel looked to be in very poor spirits, somewhat dispirited and dejected.
And among the commoners below, most of them were staring at him with furious, hateful eyes.
Clearly, what Kandel had done last night had thoroughly enraged these commoners.
Barring any surprises, Kandel most likely had no chance of surviving.
They waited for quite some time, yet Kandel still did not speak.
Seeing this, Arnold stood at the rear and said loudly, "Kandel, this is your last chance. If you do not wish to defend yourself, then we will have the commoners vote immediately."
Hearing Arnold's words, Kandel finally raised his head slightly.
A self-mocking smile appeared on his face.
"Death. I, Kandel, truly must die today. After all, not only did Sim die because of me, but many commoners died because of me as well."
"So, in truth, I do not want to defend myself, because I deserve to die. Only by dying can I be worthy of those who died in the city these past few days."
"However, before I die, there is something I want to say to you."
"You may hate me, but I, Kandel, swear that I did not go mad, nor did I wish to slaughter the innocent indiscriminately. I only wanted too badly to hold Machile City."
"In fact, when I first came to Machile City, the great God of Flame personally received me."
"The great God of Flame warned me that as a commander, besides protecting Machile City, my duty was even more to protect the believers within the city!"
"And