The adjutant watched several people leave until he was finally able to move, slumping exhausted to the ground.
It wasn't until a thud of something heavy hitting the floor came from the open office door that the adjutant hurried in and found Marshal had collapsed on the floor. Just as he was about to notify the main control AI, Old Marshal suddenly opened his eyes and pressed him down.
"No need!"
"Marshal, how are you?"
"I'm fine."
"But..."
"There's no need to alert the main control AI."
The adjutant was truly loyal to the Old Marshal, so upon hearing this, he could only hold back.
"Do you think I really made a mistake? I sincerely wished for the Empire to thrive indefinitely. I tried to balance conflicting interests, yet I've led the Empire to this point." Old Marshal suddenly seemed much older, like a helpless old man.
"It's the Guardian Duke who has disrespected you," the adjutant said with red-rimmed eyes, bitterly. "It's excessive. They are the vermin of the Empire."
