The modernized facilities are enjoyed by the upper echelons of the Shogunate.
The longer she lived, the more she thought, and the more she believed she probably made a mistake.
But she no longer had the strength to undo her mistakes.
If her head could provide a glimmer of hope for those fighting against the Shogunate domestically, then let them take it.
It could be considered as her attempt at redemption before she died.
Yukimura Tsuruko closed her eyes.
The sound of footsteps was so loud.
The buzz of a blade slicing through the air felt familiar, as if in an instant it pulled her back to her younger days, fighting alongside the commander and the others.
Things went wrong, but she truly missed that group of people.
The sound of blood spurting from the vein was heard.
Yukimura Tsuruko didn't feel any pain, she opened her eyes questioningly, the guards should have been sent away by her.
However, the man before her fell, blood gushing from his neck.
