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Harmatti was on his knees on the ground. He kept his head low, with only his eyes fierce and fixed on Pahell.
"Take my head, nephew. Drink my blood and seize the throne."
Duke Harmatti closed his eyes and lifted his head. He seemed ready for his death at any moment as he awaited his fate.
"Wow."
"He is so composed."
"The way he is accepting his death... he is truly a royal indeed."
The nobles murmured in admiration. His fearless acceptance of death was bound to become an inspiration for many nobles to come.
"Why did you start the rebellion?"
Pahell asked with his legs crossed. His eyes shimmered with a deep blue, the shiny blue resembling the sea.
"It was all for the bigger picture. I only wanted to create a strong Porcana. To break free from the empire's grasp and create a real Porcana kingdom... though now, it's just a vain dream."
Harmatti's words flowed smoothly out of his mouth. There were many nobles present who would go on to tell the tales of the death of Duke Harmatti and it would become a legend. Perhaps, he would be immortalized as a leader.
‘Man, a man’s got to be handsome. Look at Harmatti, even those bullshit...
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