Far above the battlefield, two men in suits were looking down at the center of the battlefield, which resembled the eye of a typhoon.
"Those two foolish women actually charged into the battlefield? Unbelievable. Even if they wanted to commit suicide, there's no need for such a tragic method. There are plenty of easy, no-trouble ways to do it, why make it hard on themselves?"
"Suicide is about ending one's own life. As long as one reaches the other side of death in the end, the method doesn't need to be minded."
"But I do mind because in the end, the responsibility falls on me. Ah, if only they were casually taken out by a stray bullet, then I could wash my hands off this matter!"
"From the moment thou wert successfully coerced, thou canst not wash thine hands clean."
