Satisfied with their response, Grace nodded to them. However, she suddenly paused, raising her head and covering her mouth, releasing a small cough.
Her eyes fell to the hand that was now covered in blood, and she wiped her mouth lightly. She struggled to speak, her voice strained as she swallowed blood.
"Let them carry him away. He deserves it," Grace said with a tone of disappointment and strain. She sighed, well aware that she was challenging their beliefs.
They never let anyone escape, and she even had rules against taking certain prisoners. After all, dead men tell no tales. However, at this moment, she was willing to break her own rules.
"You... silver-haired girl, carry him to the west," Grace instructed Lily, her tone now softer. She glanced one last time at the fallen Lucius on the ground before turning and walking away, carrying a mixture of emotions.
