Count Caspar felt a bit flustered, but upon glancing around slightly, he straightened his back and pretended to remain calm.
Taking a deep breath, Yilin continued to shout loudly, "If oaths are made just to be broken, then what is the point of making them? Tell me!"
Lord Bishop's gaze slightly lowered.
Noticing this detail, the King had no choice but to shout, "In any case, you no longer have a choice! For yourself, and for those who follow you, you should surrender! Accept my arrangements! This is your last chance!"
"No—!" The wind gently blew past, lifting her hair. Yilin heavily thrust her sword into the ground before her and hysterically yelled, "I will never surrender! For the Beisher Family, I will hold out to the last moment!"
The sunlight broke through the clouds, shining upon her, her martial attire a testament to the last of her courage, her final resolve, and her unwavering determination.
Everyone watched, watching this seventeen-year-old girl's final madness.
