Selene turned to her, a proud smirk gracing her lips. "Yes, Ashley. Your father is not a deserter. He is a hero."
The Warlord, still on his knees, clenched his fists. His voice, though steady, carried deep shame.
"General, I have failed you. It is my fault for not disciplining my subordinates. That is why they had the audacity to disrespect you. Please, punish me. I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit."
The room held its breath as Lance's cold, calculating gaze bore into the Warlord. Then, in a tone that sent shivers through the hall, he spoke.
"You have served in the army for years. And you admit your mistake." "I will not execute you." His voice turned razor-sharp. "But you are hereby stripped of your position as Warlord. If something like this ever happens again… I will not
