As soon as the words were spoken, another person gave him a hard slap across the face.
There was a crisp sound, and the person spun around in place a dozen times.
His feet wobbled, and his head was filled with twinkling stars.
His eyeballs rolled around in their sockets, almost as if they might accidentally pop out.
He struggled to steady them for a long time, but his eyes just wouldn't obey.
Finally, he gave himself a hard slap, and only then did his eyes return to normal.
He then glared at the person in front of him angrily, but before he could speak, the person said:
"'The Grand Marshal' has died, we can make another 'Grand Marshal'. What is our job?"
"Soldiers! Responsible for the safety of the 'Grand Marshal'!"
"Exactly, soldiers can 'die', but the 'Grand Marshal' must live. As long as this battle meets the Prince's requirements, we two may not necessarily die."
"Hmm... What do you mean?"
"I'm saying your head is getting stuck. It's just..."
