I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 95 Sunlight Can Be Such a Luxury
With Serbia's help, John and Glenn, who had been working tirelessly on official business, finally got a chance to catch their breath. When John woke up, it was already afternoon.

When John woke up and returned to the office rubbing his throbbing temples, Serbia, who was in charge of organizing the files, had already left, and Glenn, who had woken up an hour earlier, was still working hard at his desk.

However, compared to the mountain of documents piled up in the morning, most of the documents on the table were now gone. Just as John was about to go over and help Glenn relieve some of his workload, Glenn stopped him:
"Sir, although I am pleased to see you, please leave these documents to me. After all, you have more important things to do now."

It was as if I could imagine this adult making a decision that had been planned in advance—a decision that could be described as bold, even insane.

Glenn, feeling every hair on his body stand on end involuntarily from the shock, immediately took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Lieutenant Wendy instructed me ten minutes ago to report to you after you wake up that the trial preparations are complete."

"The residents of Bahamut have been waiting for this day for far too long."

"Even I am the same."

Then, under John's silent gaze, Glenn slowly stood up, and with unprecedented respect, bowed deeply to John before him, his tone filled with unparalleled reverence and loyalty:

"Therefore, please take the hopes of everyone and end the last shadow that looms over everyone's hearts, and spread hope to all the people of Longyan Territory, my lord!"

……

As the lord of Longan Territory, Micah Hardman never imagined he would end up in this situation.

His pride in his wisdom, however, became his biggest mistake, leading him into a predicament.

His son, whom he thought was extremely loyal to him and would never disobey any of his requests, was the first to betray him.

As a result, he, a person with a long history of inheritance, who has always been proud of his family and honor, and who can be called a model of nobility.

Now, through the schemes of a mere imperial youth, he has become a prisoner about to be paraded through the streets, tried, and executed.

Inside the prison, Baron Micah, his hands and feet shackled, looked like a withered husk.

He was staring blankly upwards at the warm sunlight streaming through a small, narrow window into the cold, damp cell.

Feel the warmth emanating from my skin.

For the first time, he realized that the sun, which he used to hate because he thought it might burn his skin, could now be such a luxury.

Is this fate playing a cruel trick on me?

Baron Micah murmured to himself, his eyes, which were once full of confidence and arrogance.

At this moment, however, there was an unprecedented sense of bewilderment.

"Squeak!"

Outside the cell, the sound of the door being opened suddenly rang out, followed by a series of steady footsteps. Soon, under Baron Micah's silent gaze, a lieutenant in uniform, with a badge pinned to his chest, appeared.

Lieutenant Wendy, who had recently been awarded the 'Magician Demolition Medal' by the Imperial Magician Air Force Headquarters for her outstanding performance in the anti-magic device destruction mission, appeared at the prison gate with two soldiers.

She looked at Baron Micah, who was half-dead in the cell, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

Then a big smile appeared on her face, but her tone was cold, a stark contrast to her lovely appearance:

"Old man, the trial is about to begin. Are you ready to face death?"

"...Your Highness, may I take a bath before I die?"

Looking at the grinning Crown Prince Brown outside the cell, Baron Micah took a deep breath and straightened his back.

He had abandoned the ugly behavior he had displayed over the past six days, including threats, inducements, and even kneeling and begging for mercy to get the Imperial Army to spare his life. Even though he was wearing a tattered prison uniform, his gray hair, greasy and dirty from lack of grooming, looked like a clump of weeds.

But at this moment, he seemed to have returned to the Baron of Longyan Territory who could decide the life and death of countless people with a mere laugh.

His gaze was calm and confident, and his tone carried an inexplicable arrogance emanating from his very bones. He stared calmly at Wendy outside the cell, and under her mocking gaze, he slowly began to speak:

“I, Micah Hardman, am a nobleman, and even though I am about to be tried, I have the right to demand the respect I deserve.”

"I'm sure Princess Wendy wouldn't want your superior to be caught in a compromising situation by the imperial nobles because of someone like me who is about to die, would she?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Wendy's brows furrowed immediately, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes as she looked at Micah.

She didn't expect that this old man would still dare to negotiate with her at this point, which made Lieutenant Wendy very unhappy.

But Micah, who was staring at Wendy, did not show any panic. Instead, he calmly stared back at her, showing no intention of moving at all.

After a moment's thought, Wendy calmed down and realized...

What the old man said wasn't entirely unreasonable. Besides, with her own guards, even if the old man really wanted to take the opportunity to escape, she could suppress him in no time, and there was no possibility of any accidents happening.

So she suppressed her impatience and turned to the waiting guards, giving them instructions:
"You, go get a basin of cold water and wash this old thing clean within five minutes!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Upon hearing this, the guards dared not delay and quickly called on the others to run over a bucket of cold water.

He then opened the cell door and poured the liquid on the former baron.

They then quickly and efficiently changed the other person into a prison uniform.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

As if fulfilling his last wish, even though he was still chained, Baron Micah still bowed to the 'merciful' royal descendant in front of him according to noble etiquette.

However, Wendy merely responded with a disdainful sneer, then waved her hand at the two Imperial soldiers behind her and said:

"Get him on the truck and immediately proceed to the execution ground along the designated route!"

"Yes, Lieutenant!"

Without a word, two Imperial soldiers grabbed Baron Micah and lifted him up, then, disregarding his noble status, they did the same thing they had done four days earlier when they were dealing with the town's gang members, each holding down one of his arms.

Following the procedure for guarding criminals, the person was led out of the cell and then escorted onto the truck that had been parked at the door for a long time.

"Buzz!"

With the roar of the truck engine starting, the military green truck gradually drove away from the prison.

Then, amidst the expectant, shocked, or incredulous gazes of countless people around them.

They escorted Micah Hardman, the former lord, towards the place where countless hopes and evils had ended, driving slowly and steadily.

……

(End of this chapter)