Illeon was trapped in a dark dungeon with the only light for his vision being a torch hanging on the wall.
His arms and legs were filled with heavy restraints.
Every time he moved, his face hurt from being punched, so Illeon furrowed his eyebrows.
“I even remember fainting after being beaten by Dietrich...”
Illeon's gaze landed on the knight outside the cage.
The gray-haired, stocky knight was Dietrich's adjutant, Anderson.
“How dare you plot treason?”
Anderson responded to Illeon’s words with a calm face.
“It must have been treason that you committed. You killed the royal family and did not try to place all the blame on His Excellency Duke Calypso.”
“...Haha! Ahaha!”
Ileon craned her neck and laughed.
“So, you killed all of my subordinates as well?”
“I will not allow even one of your subordinates to remain in this land. Give up. Your time is over.”
At Anderson's words, Illeon shook his head.
“Do you know who the guy you serve is?”
Even though there were bluish bruises all over his face, a strange light flashed in Illeon's blue eyes.
“That guy is not from Abelon. He has no intention of treason. He just wants to burn everything in Abelon.”
Anderson glared harshly at Illeon, who was inside the cage.
“How many years have I seen you, Your Majesty? How dare you start a conflict?”
“What a joke. I’m just telling the truth.”
“Do you know how many people have died because of that wicked tongue? I didn’t like Duke Gregrick from the beginning.”
Anderson did not hide his anger toward Illeon.
“One of the children you used as an officiant and discarded during the ceremony at the damned main shrine was my nephew. My nephew was only seven years old. You brainwashed that little child, made him an executor to listen to the prophecy, and then abandoned him!”
Illeon's eyes narrowed.
He had used so many people as executors to hear his prophecy and abandoned them, that he couldn't even remember who they were.
He thought it consisted only of orphans with no ties, but now he sees that children who got lost on the streets are also included in the executors.
Of course, this mattered little to Illeon.
The main temple was engulfed in flames and the altar where ceremonies were held to hear prophecies were also reduced to ashes.
“...Even in the world of mere animals, it is natural for strong animals to hunt and eat weaker animals.”
A voice without a trace of guilt came out of Illeon's mouth.
“Is the Lord insulting me for distributing meals and clothes to children who have nowhere to go and for allowing them to be embraced by God?”
Anderson's eyes trembled as he looked at Illeon, who showed no room for reflection.
“They must have been grateful to me when they died because I gave meaning to a useless existence.”
Illeon twisted his lips into a smile.
“I will carefully watch your miserable end.”
"My minions are everywhere. Not only in this capital but throughout Abelon.”
Illeon lifted his chin, looking at Anderson's distorted face.
“I wonder if I, who became the Emperor, really didn’t make any preparations.”
“...”
“Just wait and see who will meet a miserable end. You foolish knight who does not even know who you serve.”
***
Raindrops fell one or two at a time from the sky covered with dark clouds.
As the raindrops gradually became thicker, the rain came down so hard that it was hard to see.
Shoot!
The people gathered in front of the large beautiful tree all looked up at the sky that seemed to have a hole in it.
"... These are the tears of God! God is crying!"
A man drenched in rain shouted with a face stained with madness.
“Tell everyone! Our great God truly wants to bring down the witch of Abelon!”
"Witch! It’s all because of witches!”
“Let us judge with our own hands the witch who preys on men with her beautiful appearance!”
The man shouted in a passionate voice and raised both his hands.
“Before more sacrifices are made, bring the witch out of the imperial palace for judgment!”
As soon as the man said those words, he hit the big beautiful tree! And lightning struck.
Dararak!
They struck a large, leafy tree, and it fell to pieces.
Green leaves fell from the rainwater and rained down on the man's whole body.
“...Uh?"
A tree split in half seemed to tilt along with an old man's startled voice.
Thud!
It fell forward with a sound.
The people who were watching this became as quiet as if they had died.
The leaning tree hit the man who was giving a non-stop speech.
Red blood continued to flow from the body of the man crushed by the huge tree and mixed with the rainwater on the floor.
“Aaaah!”
“What is this!”
People screamed at the unbelievable sight.
“Suddenly lightning struck and he died instantly!”
“This must be a witch’s curse...”
“We must tie the witch to the stake and set it on fire as soon as possible!”
People's angry voices could be heard through the pouring rain.
As the atmosphere heated up, a woman who had not said anything narrowed her brows and spoke cautiously.
“... In fact, doesn’t this mean that she is not a witch?”
“What is that?”
“On the contrary, the person who said she was a witch is dead. So, maybe God showed us that she wasn't a witch by striking him with lightning."
At the woman's words, the eyes of everyone in the place were drawn to her.
The identity of the woman wearing the maid's uniform with her hands neatly folded together was Lisa, Hariel's maid, who had been seeing Seliya for a long time, but had been on her mind the whole time because she had never offered her help.
Hariel, who had no idea that her maid had taken Seliya's side, gave Lisa a murderous glare.
Hariel pushed Lisa's shoulder and shouted in an angry voice.
“Actually, I saw it! My adopted daughter, Seliya, does strange things every night!”
At those words, everyone murmured loudly.
Not realizing that the hem of their clothes was getting soaked by the sudden pouring rain, the people waited with their mouths open for words to come out of Hariel's mouth.
“I have seen with my own eyes how she brings in men from outside every night, suck their energy out, and then throw them away! Even though we didn’t share a single drop of blood, we raised her without any problems, but she was actually a witch.”
Hariel spouted out lies with a thick face.
“So you're not saying you've put the witch out there to court her?! Aren’t you one of the witches too!?”
Hariel screamed at the scolding of an old man in a suit.
“I knew nothing back then! I am definitely a victim too! If I had known she was a witch, she would never have joined the family!”
Hariel, who had not forgotten the humiliation of going to Dietrich's mansion and having to be kicked out like a stray dog, did not go down to the estate even when all the money in her hands ran out.
Instead, she wrote a letter to her maid at the Viscount's house, Lisa, telling her to bring money and come up to the capital, and she e spent the money she received from Lisa, enjoying a luxurious life as if to relieve stress.
Meanwhile, when a rumor spread that Seliya was a witch, she said they was right.
“I saw it too.”
Gabriel, who was next to Hariel, added her words.
“I mean, my sister, Seliya, attracts a man from her side every night to drain their energy.”
“!”
“I couldn’t believe it at first. I also thought I saw something wrong. But doesn’t the current situation say it all? Three members of the royal family have died in quick succession, Seliya’s lover, His Excellency Duke Calypso, has been stripped of his title, and he is in prison.”
Gabriel shook her head and acted pitifully.
Rainwater stuck to her red dress, exposing her voluptuous body.
The necks of men with weak eyesight continued to squirm.
Her face was ordinary, but her voluptuous body was very attractive.
“I didn’t know Seliya would do that. We were really good to her, but how could she deceive us and do such a wicked thing...!”
Gabriel trailed off as if she was overcome with emotion and brought both her hands to her face.
Someone shouted as Gabriel shook his shoulders and sobbed.
“Ooh, don’t cry!”
“Let’s defeat the witch, the evil witch! So don’t cry.”
In fact, Gabriel wasn't crying, she was laughing.
The face stuck to the rainwater took on a dark, damp glow.
“Should we tie her to the stake and set him on fire? If she were a witch, wouldn’t she escape immediately even if she was burned at the stake?”
Several men exchanged glances with each other in response to Hariel's opinion.
The men who exchanged glances had no intention of killing Seliya.
They were the ones who instigated Seliya to become a witch, but their intention was to take Seliya out of the imperial palace's sole possession and own her for themselves.
“That’s a bit...”
Hariel widened her eyes as one of the men stumbled over his words.
“Then how are you going to judge the witch? If she screams in pain while she is charred by fire, it proves that she is human, so it is not too late to take her out then.”
The majority of people nodded their heads in agreement with Hariel's words, saying, "That's right."
“We are making judgment with our own hands. Take her out of the imperial palace and burn her at the stake!”
As Hariel shouted, the sound of footsteps crossing the strong rainwater was heard.
Slap, slap.
The face of the man holding a black umbrella in his hand was obscured by rainwater and was hard to see.
However, she knew at a glance that the physique of the man hidden under the umbrella was menacing.
Perhaps because he was wearing armor, there was a clanking sound every time the man moved.
The man's steps, which were neither too fast nor too slow, stood tall in front of the people.
“...Who judges whom?”
The voice of the man who said that was low as if it could be heard from the bottom of an abyss.
The people at that place were so overwhelmed by the man that they all stopped talking.
The people who were watching this became as quiet as if they had died.
The leaning tree hit the man who was giving a non-stop speech.
Red blood continued to flow from the body of the man crushed by the huge tree and mixed with the rainwater on the floor.
“Aaaah!”
“What is this!”
People screamed at the unbelievable sight.
“Suddenly lightning struck and he died instantly!”
“This must be a witch’s curse...”
“We must tie the witch to the stake and set it on fire as soon as possible!”
People's angry voices could be heard through the pouring rain.
As the atmosphere heated up, a woman who had not said anything narrowed her brows and spoke cautiously.
“... In fact, doesn’t this mean that she is not a witch?”
“What is that?”
“On the contrary, the person who said she was a witch is dead. So, maybe God showed us that she wasn't a witch by striking him with lightning."
At the woman's words, the eyes of everyone in the place were drawn to her.
The identity of the woman wearing the maid's uniform with her hands neatly folded together was Lisa, Hariel's maid, who had been seeing Seliya for a long time, but had been on her mind the whole time because she had never offered her help.
Hariel, who had no idea that her maid had taken Seliya's side, gave Lisa a murderous glare.
Hariel pushed Lisa's shoulder and shouted in an angry voice.
“Actually, I saw it! My adopted daughter, Seliya, does strange things every night!”
At those words, everyone murmured loudly.
Not realizing that the hem of their clothes was getting soaked by the sudden pouring rain, the people waited with their mouths open for words to come out of Hariel's mouth.
“I have seen with my own eyes how she brings in men from outside every night, suck their energy out, and then throw them away! Even though we didn’t share a single drop of blood, we raised her without any problems, but she was actually a witch.”
Hariel spouted out lies with a thick face.
“So you're not saying you've put the witch out there to court her?! Aren’t you one of the witches too!?”
Hariel screamed at the scolding of an old man in a suit.
“I knew nothing back then! I am definitely a victim too! If I had known she was a witch, she would never have joined the family!”
Hariel, who had not forgotten the humiliation of going to Dietrich's mansion and having to be kicked out like a stray dog, did not go down to the estate even when all the money in her hands ran out.
Instead, she wrote a letter to her maid at the Viscount's house, Lisa, telling her to bring money and come up to the capital, and she e spent the money she received from Lisa, enjoying a luxurious life as if to relieve stress.
Meanwhile, when a rumor spread that Seliya was a witch, she said they was right.
“I saw it too.”
Gabriel, who was next to Hariel, added her words.
“I mean, my sister, Seliya, attracts a man from her side every night to drain their energy.”
“!”
“I couldn’t believe it at first. I also thought I saw something wrong. But doesn’t the current situation say it all? Three members of the royal family have died in quick succession, Seliya’s lover, His Excellency Duke Calypso, has been stripped of his title, and he is in prison.”
Gabriel shook her head and acted pitifully.
Rainwater stuck to her red dress, exposing her voluptuous body.
The necks of men with weak eyesight continued to squirm.
Her face was ordinary, but her voluptuous body was very attractive.
“I didn’t know Seliya would do that. We were really good to her, but how could she deceive us and do such a wicked thing...!”
Gabriel trailed off as if she was overcome with emotion and brought both her hands to her face.
Someone shouted as Gabriel shook his shoulders and sobbed.
“Ooh, don’t cry!”
“Let’s defeat the witch, the evil witch! So don’t cry.”
In fact, Gabriel wasn't crying, she was laughing.
The face stuck to the rainwater took on a dark, damp glow.
“Should we tie her to the stake and set him on fire? If she were a witch, wouldn’t she escape immediately even if she was burned at the stake?”
Several men exchanged glances with each other in response to Hariel's opinion.
The men who exchanged glances had no intention of killing Seliya.
They were the ones who instigated Seliya to become a witch, but their intention was to take Seliya out of the imperial palace's sole possession and own her for themselves.
“That’s a bit...”
Hariel widened her eyes as one of the men stumbled over his words.
“Then how are you going to judge the witch? If she screams in pain while she is charred by fire, it proves that she is human, so it is not too late to take her out then.”
The majority of people nodded their heads in agreement with Hariel's words, saying, "That's right."
“We are making judgment with our own hands. Take her out of the imperial palace and burn her at the stake!”
As Hariel shouted, the sound of footsteps crossing the strong rainwater was heard.
Slap, slap.
The face of the man holding a black umbrella in his hand was obscured by rainwater and was hard to see.
However, she knew at a glance that the physique of the man hidden under the umbrella was menacing.
Perhaps because he was wearing armor, there was a clanking sound every time the man moved.
The man's steps, which were neither too fast nor too slow, stood tall in front of the people.
“...Who judges whom?”
The voice of the man who said that was low as if it could be heard from the bottom of an abyss.
The people at that place were so overwhelmed by the man that they all stopped talking.
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