Lynn continued, "Finally..."
"You have indeed achieved something that the manor lords of Frank Manor throughout history have never accomplished."
"You have led Frank Manor to its downfall!"
Janetâs entire body suddenly stiffened.
She widened her eyes, looking at Lynn in disbelief.
"Am I the one leading Frank Manor to its downfall?"
Lynn took a few steps back, leaning against the edge of the courtyard wall.
His body slightly shifted backward, leaning against the wall.
Only then did he speak slowly.
"Of course, thereâs one point that needs to be mentioned first."
"Unless Frank Manor chooses to submit, it will inevitably fall sooner or later."
"Regardless of whether the Manor Lord is you or someone else."
"Your actions merely accelerated the downfall of Frank Manor."
Janetâs eyes wavered, wanting to retort.
Yet she found herself completely at a loss for where to start.
Lynnâs words were piercing!
Lynn looked playfully at the roundness in front of Janet.
"And one last point, Miss Janet."
"If you wish to die along with the downfall of Frank Manor."
"You are welcome to commit suicide before my soldiers enter the Manor Castle."
"But you did not do so."
"Because you fear death!"
"Unlike Joao Frank, who chose not to surrender and died after being hit by dozens of Arrows."
"You, Janet Frank, donât even have the courage to take your own life!"
Janetâs eyes narrowed, her entire being frozen in place.
Lynnâs words kept echoing in her mind.
"Because you fear death..."
"Donât even have the courage to take your own life..."
These words seemed to touch Janetâs last nerve.
Her face flushed red, as she began to stride towards Lynn.
However.
Before taking a step, she was restrained by two heavy infantry in Armor holding her shoulders.
Janet struggled frantically, trying to escape the physical restraint.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldnât break free.
Janetâs face was almost contorted, and she shouted loudly at Lynn, "Preposterous!"
"Do you know how Iâve gotten through life from childhood till now?"
"Iâve never feared death!"
"Even if you are the victor of Morgan Town, you cannot morally stand above me, look down on me, condemn me!"
Lynn, looking at Janetâs ferocious face, remained indifferent.
He calmly said, "Oh, really?"
"Prove it to me!"
Lynn looked at the two heavy infantry behind Janet and said, "Release her and give her a sword."
The captain of the heavy infantry did not hesitate and responded, "Yes, my Lord."
Immediately, he had the two heavy infantry release her and step back.
He threw a standard Longsword in front of Janet.
Listening to Lynnâs words.
Feeling the grip on her shoulders disappear, Janet did not rush madly towards Lynn as she had just now.
She stood dazed, full of indecision.
Lynn remained leaning against the thick wall, staring at Janet six or seven meters away.
"Whatâs the matter, Miss Janet?"
"Didnât you say you never feared death?"
"Didnât you say Iâm condemning you, looking down on you from the posture of a victor?"
"Now Iâm giving you a chance!"
"I can even inform all the soldiers, all the Free People and Peasants of Morgan Town."
"You, Janet Frank, died defending the Manor Castle."
Janet looked bewildered, her body feeling weak, and she collapsed to the ground.
She stared straight at the ground, at the standard Longsword still stained with blood.
Lynnâs voice continued to speak in her ears.
"Is Miss Janet afraid?"
His voice was not loud.
Yet in Janetâs ears, it felt like the Demonâs whisper, urging her towards the Abyss of death.
A nameless fury rose within Janet.
She steeled herself and crawled on her knees towards the Longsword, grabbing it.
Red and several heavy infantry moved cautiously.
They shielded their Lord behind them.
Janet raised the standard Longsword, resting it on her shoulder.
The weight of the Longsword in her hands.
The metallic and bloody smell coming from the blade.
And Lynnâs scrutinizing gaze!
Janetâs breath gradually became rapid, the white of her chest heaving quickly.
She wanted to drag the Longsword across her neck.
But Janet found that no matter how resolved she was, her arms wouldnât move.
Consequently.
Her arms, indeed her entire body, began to tremble.
This time.
Lynn did not urge Janet further.
A clatter!
With a crisp sound, the Longsword slipped from Janetâs hands, falling on the courtyardâs cobblestone floor.
Moments ago, full of resolve, she felt as if half of her was suddenly hollowed out.
Her previously upright slender body.
Sitting bent, with hands on the ground...
Her face was full of despair and defeat.
Seeing Janet like this, Lynnâs gaze shifted to the heavy infantry and he spoke.
"Take her back to the territory! Take care of her!"
The captain of the heavy infantry quickly responded, "Yes, my Lord."
As Janet sat on the ground, she seemed to hear Lynnâs command.
She suddenly snapped back to reality, glaring at Lynn, her voice full of questioning shouts.
Taken away by two heavy infantry, she headed towards the distant stairs.
"Lynn, what do you want to do?"