In this pivotal moment, Ambrose had utterly forsaken all rationality, succumbing to a reckless frenzy.

He staunchly believed that his tireless efforts had been instrumental in Rufus’s effective governance of West Lucozia.

In Ambrose’s perspective, reveling in the privileges of power and authority was a well-deserved entitlement.

Why hold such a position if he couldn’t relish its benefits? Sacrificing the lives of a few commoners seemed trivial compared to his role as governor. He failed to perceive any wrongdoing on his part, attributing the entire crisis to Rufus’s lack of wisdom.

“Ambrose, do you still refuse to accept it?” Rufus shook his head, disappointment etched across his face.

He went on, “Your son ran rampant, lives were callously taken, and the people were treated as if they were inconsequential. Your actions mirror those of ancient savages-burning, killing, and pillaging!”

I built West Lucozia’s prosperity, ensuring its citizens’ well-being! What harm is

crimes. Your contributions don’t justify your malevolence. The honors you earned won’t shield

seek justice for the people, not to oppress them. If everyone

guilt is undeniable, and there’s

it!” With fiery eyes, Ambrose continued to rage, having completely

solid. No matter how you try to defend yourself, it’s futile,” Rufus declared, shifting his gaze

West Lucozia’s laws, how should we

and quartering,” Albert replied casually. The mention of this execution made

of punishment, involving hanging by the neck

horse to the execution site and have their four limbs tied to different horses, pulling their limbs in

crimes warrant such a

of service, take up the blade and end it yourself!” Rufus commanded sternly, offering a last chance for self- redemption.

I served you faithfully for so many years, and now you want to kill me? I curse you to a

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