Finale (3)

"Lord Imu! We..."

The three Five Elders trembled all over. They raised their heads and opened their mouths, seeming to want to defend themselves, but with the words already on their lips, they could not find a single reason to say them!

What? Were they supposed to tell Lord Imu that they had betrayed her because they could not bear to give up the power in their hands? Or that the three of them simply did not want to live ordinary lives, so they had no choice but to betray her?

They were all adults. The Five Elders' thoughts were not that childish! They had lost this war!

For this war, they had thrown out every last reserve the World Government possessed. All their scientific achievements had been destroyed, and even their clansmen, their descendants, had lost their lives because of this war! The victors became kings, the defeated became bandits—such had been the rule since ancient times. These three remaining old men had nothing to say. They only hoped that, in consideration of their many years of diligent service, Lord Imu would grant them a painless death!

"As the defeated, we have nothing to say! We only beg Lord Imu, in consideration of all our years of hard work, to give us a swift death!"

Saint Donquixote was the first to kneel. Looking at the woman before him, this was, honestly, the first time they had seen the true face of the king they had served for countless years! He gave a bitter smile, then silently pressed his forehead to the ground...

The other two sighed as well. They exchanged glances, and both saw unwillingness in each other's eyes! Their plan had clearly been so perfect. They had clearly given everything! Permanent power had been only one step away,