Instead of being motivated by those words, the youth became more confused and anxious.

"Sigh," he said as he continued to stare at the senior soldier standing behind him.

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He should have been aware of this. Commander wanted to delay enemies as much as possible. Not all the soldiers would fight in the war against the millions of black robbed soldiers, and he knew they would not win. In order to buy a few more minutes before the enemy could enter the capital city, the chief sent troops out.

After some thought, Martin took a deep breath. So, they didn't have to win this fight. This meant he could only survive and buy as much time for the other people inside the court as possible. The only thing he was good at was escaping.

As he looked back, he could still see himself in the mock battle. Because they were afraid of losing, Martin and a few others fled. Consequently, they were all severely punished by the commander.

When this memory flashed through his mind, he cracked a small smile. He would do anything to return to that time and spend as much time as possible with his friends. This battlefield reminded him how much better it would have been to become a writer or poet. At the very least, he would have been able to flee with citizens.

"What should we do, commander?" Martin's thoughts were interrupted as he glanced around. One after another, the enemies hurled fireballs, destroying the entrance. The soldiers were still hiding, so only a few were behind Martin, and others had escaped to another place.

"Prepare the cannons," he instructed. No idea what Martin should do, but he was determined to buy as much time as possible for his commander.

Inside the courtroom….

Someone finally realized that a soldier was missing from the courtroom, which caused more havoc among the people in the area. They glared at the commander, who had an indifferent expression on his face.

"Who told you to send soldiers to the battlefield?" the council members demanded, their faces red with rage. "We did a good job of handling it! We had a way to make the king surrender! There was no need to waste the manpower!"

"You're doing a great job handling the situation!" The opposing officer retorted sarcastically. "Prioritizing is a matter of common sense. Our enemies do seem to be attacking us, don't they? First, we must save ourselves and our fellow citizens."

"It is a fact that all citizens have already evacuated!" The spy officer said with a face full of anger. "What if there was a faster solution?"

In his irritation, Zion rubbed his forehead as he watched all of this unfold. Princess Lia and Edda were already engaged in a sword fight outside in the compound at this point. Then, he glanced around to make sure no one was looking at him, and then he went to hide in the bushes. He called out to the system's door after crouching down.

The furry man popped out and glanced at his host with a trace of pity in his eyes. "Have you got a desire for something? Anything? I can fulfill your wish."

Zion's eyes narrowed as he asked, "Why does it seem like you're trying to fulfill my last wish before I die?"

As the system coughed uncomfortably, he averted his gaze from his host. "That's not true!" Although this seemed to be the truth since he couldn't see this case ending even with a 50% success rate, he would never admit it to his host's face.

"Bring out the corpse," Zion ordered. Amid his busy schedule, Zion had no time to deal with his system's stupidity.

007 nodded and clicked on the option to make the body appear before Zion. The prince's body lay beside the latter after a few seconds. Indifferently, he glanced at it and then turned his gaze away. "To put an end to this case, I can only do one thing."

The system's ears perked up at that. "What?"

"Wait for the man in the black cloak first. After entering the court, he will be able to brainwash everyone into believing that he was the crown prince who stood up to the king and killed all his enemies." It was easy to see the system's eyes widening with each sentence Zion spoke. "That means it will be necessary to let the imposter win first."

"Is this for real?!" The system finally gave out. He became so enraged that he created Zion's image and smacked over the head of the picture with a baseball bat he brought out of nowhere. The picture crumbled and disappeared, but the system was still angry. He would have punched his host in the face at this very moment! Angry emojis erupted from his eyes, turning his face a bright red. "It is difficult to understand why anyone would want the enemy to win! Are you a psychopath? Do you really want to die so soon? This is a sham! This world is doomed to failure. Why don't you get it!? If I were next to you, I'd smack you a million times!"

Zion continued to stare at the angry chibi version of Methu man filled with emojis. Seeing the furry man made him laugh so hard that he couldn't contain himself, and he coughed to hide his chuckle. But he also knew that the situation was critical and that it was not the time to make light of it.

When the system heard him cough, 007 began rambling about how many ways he would use to beat his host. Suddenly, the other man announced, "I've got a plan."

007 squinted his eyes and looked at his host with a trace of doubt in his eyes. "What's the plan?" he asked.

Zion didn't say what he would do because he wasn't sure if he could pull it off. It was because of the enemy's ability to predict his every move, for the first time in a long time, he was hesitant to act. His first attempt at solving a case had not left him feeling this way. It was almost as if he doubted his own capability when confronted with such a formidable foe.

Secondly, his plan did not include the survival of this kingdom as a component. Things had gotten out of hand, and he was forced to choose between saving the kingdom and completing the case. Despite himself, he wished to live.

For the first time in his career, he was forced to choose between saving others and finishing the case. He knew that by taking the final step, he would only be able to save himself and no one else, but he still did it and steeled his heart.

He felt a tinge of helplessness in his chest. This was not his intention, but he was not the type of person who would give up his life for others in that manner. After having experienced the agony of death once, he thought he would be indifferent in the face of death the second time, but reality proved him wrong. He had to face the misfortune of being unable to decide whether or not to die when the time came.

He went with the easiest option that could save him.

The situation made him unhappy, to say the least.