If Only This Were Moyun's Territory

This was the ending they had long awaited.

As for the surviving pirates, whether they would be killed or spared was up to the king's decree.

"Should we tell Big Mom's people about this?"

"Of course we should. As for Christol, leave him to them to deal with."

The king sighed. So many people had died today.

A few years ago, it had been their country's people who died at this time. Now, the ground was covered with pirate corpses.

Moyun was somewhat stunned. He had not expected the king to show Christol such mercy.

Christol had clearly left an indelible impact on their country.

But when Moyun saw the king's weary figure, he could more or less understand.

Moyun searched the crowd for Palo and saw him standing with the warriors of the Hasa Kingdom, gathered in a circle.

"Palo, what are you doing here?"

Moyun walked over and saw a tall figure lying on the ground through the crowd.

War meant death was inevitable. Even with Palo and the others helping the Hasa Kingdom this time, they could not avoid casualties.

The man lying on the ground with his eyes tightly shut was Pan.

When he went into battle, his heart had already been filled with pent-up anguish. He believed all of this was his fault.

Before Palo and the others could save him, he had already been shot several times.

But it had to be said that he was a true man. Even under those circumstances, he had held on until the Hasa Kingdom won before closing his eyes and slowly collapsing.

"He shouldn't have obsessed over it like that."

Quinta spoke softly. They should have noticed long ago that something was wrong with Pan's emotions.

By the time they realized it, it was already too late.