And he, as the Chief Prosecutor of the Legal Department, must make a decision.
No matter what the outcome is, he must make a choice.
The Chief Prosecutor glanced around, examining every familiar face, as the options subtly shifted in his mind.
Is it choosing fifteen people to be sent to their deaths, or letting everyone follow his lead and die together in battle?
Or perhaps...
For him now, is death instead a kind of liberation?
Another thought appeared in the Chief Prosecutor's mind, one that even shocked himself, and this thought quickly spread in his mind.
"Everyone—!"
The Chief Prosecutor's hoarse voice was interrupted by the roar of an engine, everyone looked towards the sound, and what caught their eyes was a sight full of absurdity—a figure riding an old motorcycle speeding through the air, bursting through the hall door into this meeting.
The figure on the motorcycle was someone familiar, who was supposed to have died in yesterday's charge.
