Inside the royal castle, on the second basement floor, in the sleeping quarters.
Bowerman, his face deathly pale, looked at von Palen beside him, his lips, equally pale, moving as he said, "Your Majesty, are you sure you want to do this?"
Feng Palen calmly gave a "hmm".
“I…I don’t understand, I really don’t understand. You’re not that kind of person, you shouldn’t…” Bowerman shook his head, his face filled with fear.
Von Palen glanced at him and said, "Do you think I've surrendered to them?"
Bowerman looked at von Palen blankly, not knowing how to answer. Von Palen didn't care how he answered; he simply straightened his clothes, then walked towards the door.
But just as he reached the door, Bowerman grabbed him from behind:
"No, Your Majesty, you cannot yield to them..."
Von Palen turned around and saw Bowerman's tearful face. Von Palen stared at the face for a few seconds, opened his mouth, and then immediately closed it again.
He said nothing more, simply pushed Bowerman's hand away, and strode out of the room.
Inside the room, Bowerman's desperate cries continued to echo:
"Why!? Why!? Your Majesty!"
"why is that?!"
Von Palen walked along the dark corridor toward the stairs, ascending one flight of stairs after another. A dozen minutes later, he emerged from the main hall.
Outside the main hall, a large number of guards were still gathered, their faces pale and their eyes filled with confusion and unease.
Like Bowerman, they could not understand why His Majesty would surrender to the rebels, and even willingly leave the royal castle to entrust his life to those shameless traitors.
But von Palen ignored the hundreds of gazes he was being directed at. He stood ramrod straight, dressed as always, and walked slowly toward the castle.
"Your Majesty! You can't do this!"
However, before they had walked more than a few hundred meters, a soldier suddenly shouted among the special forces soldiers gathered on both sides of the passageway.
"You can't do that! You absolutely can't surrender to those bastards!"
"They have betrayed the country! If you surrender to them now, you are surrendering to them! You cannot surrender!"
"You have to lead us to wipe out these bastards! Wipe out all the enemies!" the soldier roared angrily, but his ferocious face was full of pain.
But Von Palen remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together, and his silence only fueled the roars of the crowd.
"Your Majesty!! Do you know what you're doing?!"
"This is the act of a coward! Have you forgotten what you said?!"
"Even if we die, we should die in resistance! The Goths never surrender!!"
Von Palen remained silent, simply walking away step by step. Amidst a chorus of questions, a soldier suddenly rushed towards Von Palen as if possessed, grabbed him around the waist, and cried out:
"No! Your Majesty! We can't do this!"
Von Palen shoved him away, but more soldiers rushed in front of him, crying and kneeling down, grabbing Von Palen in an attempt to stop him.
At this moment, many people's faith is crumbling.
Surrounded by cries and blocked by countless hands, Von Palen could no longer take a step forward, yet he still struggled to move forward.
It was at this time.
"What are you doing?! Get out of my way!!"
The hoarse roar was particularly jarring amidst the cries and screams, and as the soldiers looked up, they saw Bowerman charging towards them.
With a ferocious expression, he rushed up behind Von Palen and began punching and kicking those who tried to stop him. The soldiers being beaten cried out:
"Minister! You must stop His Majesty!"
Bowerman kicked the soldier who had spoken away, panting, pointed at the person blocking his way, and roared hoarsely:
"Get out of my way!"
"Do you know what you're doing?! You're obstructing His Majesty!"
"Only those who betray His Majesty would try to stop him!"
"Who among you is going to betray His Majesty? Who?! Who is going to betray him? Speak up!"
When these shouts were uttered, the soldiers who were blocking Von Palen froze, their faces pale, and slowly lowered their hands.
Bowerman, however, continued to yell:
"Storm Special Combat Team! Not a single one of them will betray us!"
"We will obey His Majesty's every decision! We will follow his will! If he chooses to do so, we will firmly support him!"
"Make way!!"
With a "whoosh," the soldiers blocking the road cleared the way, their faces pale, their hearts filled with extreme pain.
Von Palen remained expressionless and silent as he walked along the open road.
Bowerman, panting heavily, followed behind him as they walked out, and as they walked, the group grew larger and larger, with almost everyone following behind Von Palen.
It was already evening, the time of sunset, but the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was no sunset today. At 5:30, Von Palen finally walked out of the Royal Castle step by step.
Outside the Hofburg Castle, the insurgents, led by Wolfgang, were already waiting.
The two armies were less than 400 meters apart, but von Palen stopped and turned to Bowerman, who had been following behind him, and said:
"Make them retreat back to the Royal Castle."
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Bowerman replied, his face pale.
"Back to the Royal Castle! Back immediately!" Bowerman shouted at the special forces soldiers, who, though unwilling, eventually retreated.
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