"Forgive my lord, your humble servant deserves a thousand deaths!"
"Do you know that some lies can lead to death?"
The General slowly spoke:
"In estimating victory or defeat, one must rely on past records.
"This person fought against eight in Celestial Melody City, their Martial Arts skill so high that they hardly seem like they could have come from the Southern Domain.
"Practically speaking, you should make it clear that the outcome of this battle is unpredictable, and I must give my all to avoid any unforeseen mishaps.
"But you recklessly boast, and if I believed your words deeply, thinking lightly of the enemy.
"Getting killed by that young man right in front of the two armies... wouldn't that be the death of me?"
The General's tone was neither intense nor malicious, speaking gently, almost as if he were teaching earnestly.
The young man trembled as if sieved like chaff:
"It was my ignorance, I plead... I plead the lord for leniency."
"Alright."
The General spoke:
