"Now I think I understand the situation. However, without knowing the cause and effect, what they gained and lost, I, as a judge, cannot pass judgment on others." Ivita spoke.
Melissa didn't respond, "Interesting view, but not everyone has that much time."
Ivita gripped the Broken Steel Sword and moved next to the wooden frame. The youth looked at Ivita as if he was a person who had been starving for a long time.
Waiting for his judgment.
"Please, sentence me to death..."
"Please, end my torment..."
Ivita raised the Broken Steel Sword up high.
Melissa turned to look at Ivita, "Are you about to make a decision?"
"You're so curious about his past, you must have empathy for him. Do you want to grant him death?"
"A compassionate person, you should know that the benevolent cannot govern."
The youth on the wooden frame, full of desire, pulled up a smile on his face.
Finally, he could escape from the torment of these four hundred years.
Finally, he would be able to die.
