Reflecting on the thirty years of my life, brief and tragic, but not sorrowful, for I lived according to my own will.
"Eldest Young Master."
The remaining people looked at each other, all turning their gazes to Xiling.
These were the guards he had taken with him when he left the family years ago, originally the size of a standard combat squadron, but now only a dozen remain.
Xiling turned around, guiltily saying, "Surrender! As long as you identify yourselves as guards of the Glirhuade family, you will not die."
This was the last thing he could do for these loyal subordinates.
"Eldest Young Master, when we chose to follow you, we never thought about surviving and returning."
"There is no way back for us now."
"Returning would only disgrace the Glirhuade family."
"The Old Duke will not accept us."
"It's better to die together."
