Traitor of the Race

Armor removal and sword return, a ritual reserved for the dead! 

All the commanders stood up, turned around, and knelt on one knee. 

They lowered their heads and said hoarsely, "Commander, according to the rules of the Northern Army, the sword stays with us. The day the sword is abandoned is the day we die!"

"Brother, everyone's cold sword has accompanied them in battle for half their lives. I'm afraid it will be very difficult for them to hand it over," Syrus Yanagi muttered softly.

"I won't hand it over!" Harvey Lay straightened his neck and said firmly.

"Get out!" Braydon Neal's eyes were cold as he stared at Harvey.

Harvey was straightforward. "Fine! I won't hand over my blade!" With that, he walked out the door, head held high.

A few lines of frustration appeared on Braydon's forehead.