"Nobody assassinated him. Marshal chose to end his own life," the Imperial Guard Commander said, a flicker of sorrow passing through his eyes.
He was a soldier too and held the Old Marshal in the same high respect.
"Suicide?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Joseph V slumped back, his voice hoarse, "It was I who pushed him too far; I am the one to blame."
The Imperial Guard Commander remained silent.
"Arrange a state funeral for the Marshal with the highest honors. Let the flags be lowered to half-mast throughout the Galaxy Empire."
"Yes."
Countless starships were docked at the Capital Star System's space fortress, all belonging to the Nobles trapped here.
They had anticipated this when they were at Bauhinia Hall.
Now, it was just a case of their suspicions being confirmed; those who desperately tried to break free were mercilessly blasted to smithereens.
