Alistair declared, "In my life, I've only kneeled before my parents, but today, I kneel before you, sir. Please, I beg you to save Yara's life."

The dozens of men present suddenly dropped to their knees as well. They all owed their lives to Alistair many times over, so this gesture came naturally to them.

Alistair continued, "We broke into your home and attacked without knowing the truth. I'll cut off my own arm if that's what it takes for you to forgive us and save my sister."

He raised his right hand, his expression unchanging as he prepared to strike his left arm.

"If you actually do that, I won't help Yara," Felix warned quickly.

Alistair was caught off guard, and his eyes lit up with hope. "You'll help her?"

Felix sighed. In truth, he was genuinely moved by Alistair's character. He had met many military men before, but never one like Alistair—someone who combined fierce loyalty with such devotion to family.

"Everyone, please stand up. This is making me uncomfortable," Feli