“Why would I fight so desperately?”
“Is it for the weak, yet kind and beautiful Angela?“
“Is it for the loyal and brave Brook and Pierce, and my soldiers?”
“Is it for the desperate and defenseless weak and elderly citizens who see me as a god and their only hope?”
“Hehe, since when did I become this great?”
Fei taunted himself many times. He doubted and questioned his decision more than once. But at this moment, seeing the strongman standing in front of him, the strongmen on the other side of the bridge who were madly trying to get across and the soldiers who were trying to rush out of the castle to support their peers and their king……Fei suddenly felt like there was nothing to hesitate about, and that everything was the way it should have been.
This was the decision of a real king.