Count Fritz was sentenced to life imprisonment and was incarcerated in Debonair Prison. The Marquis of Lamekal was sentenced to death as was the Marquis of Chansley and was executed a week later.
The people gathered in the square to watch the end of the corrupt official from hell.
The execution of Lamekal was carried out in a somewhat unique way. After being escorted to the execution ground, he was not executed immediately but was left tied to a wooden pole for two days. Because of the tight security, he was not stoned to death by his subjects, but he was publicly displayed to starve, thirst, and wither away from the cold. Only then did the Marquis Lamekal die after being stabbed four times in the neck with a blunt blade.
Another week later.
On the day Brigitte was taken to Debonair Prison, a crowd of onlookers gathered, no less than at a military parade. The people lined the streets on both sides and threw stones and rotten eggs at the carriage Brigitte was riding in.
The farewell, full of sincere contempt and hatred, continued uninterrupted from outside the palace all the way to the Debonair prison.
The Black Tower was located in a remote area of the Debonair Prison. It was a three-story stone building reminiscent of a small watchtower.
The walls of the Black Tower collapsed as many people watched.
Brigitte fought back, swearing until the very end. After a long time, when she was exhausted, she was thrown into the basement of the building along with several months' worth of food.
The construction workers quickly rebuilt the broken wall while Brigitte tried to climb up, scraping at the wall with her hands.
For about two weeks after that, screams and shouts resembling a ghostly wail were heard day and night near the Black Tower. It was a time when both the guards and the prisoners complained of pain.
But, a few days ago, the noise seemed to have died down, and today, exactly three weeks later, the noise suddenly stopped as if it were a lie.
The reason was easy to guess, but the guards at Debonair didn't bother to check.
Brigitte's sentence was permanent confinement, and the Black Tower's doors were only opened to reveal the inside when a new prisoner was admitted.
So Brigitte was destined to be left alone until her flesh rotted and her bones turned to dirt, and even after that. Naturally, there would be no funeral or grave. She would simply be quietly forgotten.
“The weather is nice.”
The palace far from the Debonair prison. Eve, who heard the news of the Black Tower, said she would take a breath of fresh air and went out to the balcony of her quarters. The sky she looked up at was bright blue.
It was a clear and sunny day as if no one would be sad. Eve really liked that.
She remembered the promise she had once made to her stepsister.
'In endless disgrace.'
Without even having to wear a shroud, Brigitte went. This was also a return to Brigitte's words, cursing Eve to breathe her last alone in a place where no one would find her until her flesh and bones were weathered away.
It was a time when Eve was enjoying the afterglow of victory and peace.
“Hey! How long are you going to rest?”
“Oh, I see, Alben! Go now!”
Even after peace came, the hero of the nation had much work to do. Eve quickly returned to her office.
The light green spring has arrived.
A month and a half have passed since the subjugation of the dragon Ambroxa.
In the meantime, the imperial family made great efforts to restore the destroyed areas and compensate for the damage suffered by the subjects.
Currently, most of the post-war processing has been completed, and work is underway to erect memorial stones in each city.
The remaining forces of Brigitte who had been causing a commotion inside the palace were also eliminated.
A representative figure was the 4th Empress, Lemieux, who caused chaos in the imperial family by committing all sorts of atrocities.
She plotted to harm Eve, but without realizing any of them, she was sent to a distant imperial territory with the 3rd Prince Theobald and the 4th Princess Hesia. The name was recuperation, but there was no way she would ever return to the imperial palace again.
The person who took the lead in the process of killing Lemieux was not Eve, but the Third Empress Filinelli.
Filinelli was the one who sent Eve loyal servants and had previously cooperated with Eve to stop Brigitte from selling the 8th Prince Euclid into early marriage.
Filinelli, who had been a potential ally until then, was showing signs of becoming a full-fledged ally after Lemieux's ouster.
“Wow, Your Highness. You are truly amazing!”
“Seriously. No matter how much I think about it, I absolutely have to call the painter today.”
“Thank you, Lian, Peony.”
Eve's attire was more formal than what she would wear at a regular palace social gathering.
She wore a dignified dress of uniform, and over it was a ceremonial mantle that was even more magnificent than the dress. The beautiful staff of the World Tree shone like a majestic decoration, like a scepter of power.
"Your HIghness."
“Ah, Michael.”
Michael asked Eve for her hand so that he could escort her. He too was dressed in a white robe decorated with gold bias. However, unlike other social gatherings, he was dressed neatly and without revealing anything.
The reason the two were dressed so splendidly was related to a large-scale imperial event.
Today was the day when titles were awarded for meritorious service in the punitive expedition.
“I'll be back.”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
Eve and Michael headed to the main palace, receiving a lively send-off from their family.
“The 7th Princess, Her Highness Evienrose Chloelle Hadelamide, and the Commander of the Knights of Punishment, Sir Michaelis Agnito, are entering!”
The grand banquet hall was filled with visitors. Not only nobles from various families, but even members of the imperial family showed up without exception, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that the entire place except for the central carpet was filled with people.
Eve and Michael took their places among the knights of the advance party who were to receive the title.
The order of appearance in the palace was the reverse order of power. Not long after Eve and Michael entered, the attendant raised his voice.
“His Majesty Emperor Desmond Dominic Callisto Hadelamide, the Sun of Hadelamide, has arrived!”
“Blessings and glory to the sun of Hadelamide!”
Desmond II sat on a golden throne overlooking all.
After a magnificent performance by the royal orchestra, the awarding ceremony was held. The homunculus knights who were called came forward and bowed, and Desmond II personally congratulated them on their achievements and bestowed them with titles and fiefdoms.
“Sabina Sehrill.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“You have contributed greatly to the subjugation of the dragon Ambroxa as an excellent member of the vanguard. For your service, I hereby grant you the title of Baron and the land of Sigmar.”
“I am very grateful, Your Majesty.”
As the picturesque award ceremony continued, the onlookers' expressions varied.
'The day has truly come for a homunculus to receive a title.'
'I wonder if this is okay.'
'Haha, you'll see what happens if you live long enough.'
For, against, neutral. Regardless of their stances, everyone agreed that today's title award ceremony would be a major turning point in the history of the Hadelamide Empire.
A few of the irritated old nobles were twitching their wrinkled lips as if they wanted to vent their grievances.
However, since the Marquis of Lamekal, who had been the center of opposition, had been purged and the titles were being awarded at the level of Baron and Viscount, they seemed to be holding on to it for some time.
At that time, the turn of the ordinary knights was over and it was the turn of the homunculus with the rank of knight commander.
“Elijah Halsten, for your outstanding judgment and your active participation in the advance party, I hereby grant you the title of Baron and the Exarchion Territory.”
“The Emperor is truly a fool.”
Despite his brilliant achievements, Elijah's awards were similar to those of ordinary knights.
But he didn't really care.
In fact, for Elijah, who was Brigitte's direct subordinate, it was a stroke of luck that he was not purged along with her. As expected, one had to be good at walking the tightrope.
The next order came.
“Forward to Sylvestian Millard.”
The name of one of the three most distinguished figures in the expedition was called. Unfortunately, Sylvestian had not yet regained consciousness. In his stead, someone else was given the award.
Thud thud.
The man who walked into the center was Michael. He bowed politely on one knee.
It was then that a subtle dissonance arose in the title awarding ceremony that had been proceeding smoothly until then.
Desmond II, who was supposed to be reciting the merits and demerits, tilted his head to the side and said nothing.
The blue-gray eyes looking down at Michael were somehow cold.
Eve was slightly nervous.
'Father, don't be so rude in public.'
It wasn't just for a day or two that Desmond II had a bad opinion of Michael because he was a homunculus who refused to be brainwashed into loyalty. But Eve looked at her father and asked him to please be more cautious today.
Desmond II stopped trying to set the mood as if his earnest heart had been touched.
“Hmm.”
The vague nasal sound raised the tension. Desmond II continued eating as if nothing had happened.
“Sylvestian Millard. In recognition of your efforts as the vanguard of the punitive expedition and your sacrifice in protecting the Seventh Princesses, you are granted the title of Count and the northern territory of Lenoxis.”
“I am very grateful, Your Majesty.”
The title of Count was first introduced. The nobles groaned or gasped at the unconventional appointment. However, since it was a single title, there was no great backlash.
Eve felt relieved at the fact that the proxy award ceremony had ended safely.
Michael quietly lowered his eyes and returned to his seat next to Eve.
Next was Snoret Wint's turn. Without her barrier, the Imperial Knights and Dandelion Army would have been annihilated by Ambroxa's seven-headed breath.
Appropriate compensation was provided.
“Snoret Wint. For your excellent defensive tactics and your great contribution to the preservation of my army, I hereby grant you the title Count and the fief of Epenharden.”
“I am so grateful.”
With this, two Counts from the Homunculus Knights were born.
For some conservative nobles, Hadelamide's history must have been a revelation. They either gaped in amazement or grabbed the back of their necks.
Now it was the last turn of the homunculus knights.
“Michaelis Agnito, forward.”.
The people gathered in the square to watch the end of the corrupt official from hell.
The execution of Lamekal was carried out in a somewhat unique way. After being escorted to the execution ground, he was not executed immediately but was left tied to a wooden pole for two days. Because of the tight security, he was not stoned to death by his subjects, but he was publicly displayed to starve, thirst, and wither away from the cold. Only then did the Marquis Lamekal die after being stabbed four times in the neck with a blunt blade.
Another week later.
On the day Brigitte was taken to Debonair Prison, a crowd of onlookers gathered, no less than at a military parade. The people lined the streets on both sides and threw stones and rotten eggs at the carriage Brigitte was riding in.
The farewell, full of sincere contempt and hatred, continued uninterrupted from outside the palace all the way to the Debonair prison.
The Black Tower was located in a remote area of the Debonair Prison. It was a three-story stone building reminiscent of a small watchtower.
The walls of the Black Tower collapsed as many people watched.
Brigitte fought back, swearing until the very end. After a long time, when she was exhausted, she was thrown into the basement of the building along with several months' worth of food.
The construction workers quickly rebuilt the broken wall while Brigitte tried to climb up, scraping at the wall with her hands.
For about two weeks after that, screams and shouts resembling a ghostly wail were heard day and night near the Black Tower. It was a time when both the guards and the prisoners complained of pain.
But, a few days ago, the noise seemed to have died down, and today, exactly three weeks later, the noise suddenly stopped as if it were a lie.
The reason was easy to guess, but the guards at Debonair didn't bother to check.
Brigitte's sentence was permanent confinement, and the Black Tower's doors were only opened to reveal the inside when a new prisoner was admitted.
So Brigitte was destined to be left alone until her flesh rotted and her bones turned to dirt, and even after that. Naturally, there would be no funeral or grave. She would simply be quietly forgotten.
“The weather is nice.”
The palace far from the Debonair prison. Eve, who heard the news of the Black Tower, said she would take a breath of fresh air and went out to the balcony of her quarters. The sky she looked up at was bright blue.
It was a clear and sunny day as if no one would be sad. Eve really liked that.
She remembered the promise she had once made to her stepsister.
'In endless disgrace.'
Without even having to wear a shroud, Brigitte went. This was also a return to Brigitte's words, cursing Eve to breathe her last alone in a place where no one would find her until her flesh and bones were weathered away.
It was a time when Eve was enjoying the afterglow of victory and peace.
“Hey! How long are you going to rest?”
“Oh, I see, Alben! Go now!”
Even after peace came, the hero of the nation had much work to do. Eve quickly returned to her office.
The light green spring has arrived.
A month and a half have passed since the subjugation of the dragon Ambroxa.
In the meantime, the imperial family made great efforts to restore the destroyed areas and compensate for the damage suffered by the subjects.
Currently, most of the post-war processing has been completed, and work is underway to erect memorial stones in each city.
The remaining forces of Brigitte who had been causing a commotion inside the palace were also eliminated.
A representative figure was the 4th Empress, Lemieux, who caused chaos in the imperial family by committing all sorts of atrocities.
She plotted to harm Eve, but without realizing any of them, she was sent to a distant imperial territory with the 3rd Prince Theobald and the 4th Princess Hesia. The name was recuperation, but there was no way she would ever return to the imperial palace again.
The person who took the lead in the process of killing Lemieux was not Eve, but the Third Empress Filinelli.
Filinelli was the one who sent Eve loyal servants and had previously cooperated with Eve to stop Brigitte from selling the 8th Prince Euclid into early marriage.
Filinelli, who had been a potential ally until then, was showing signs of becoming a full-fledged ally after Lemieux's ouster.
For example, Alben has been seen coming and going to Filinelli's residence with a mean, even sinister smile.
The empire and the palace, which had entered a stable state, were as peaceful as spring weather. Accordingly, the imperial family held important events that had been postponed for a long time.
“Seriously. No matter how much I think about it, I absolutely have to call the painter today.”
“Thank you, Lian, Peony.”
Eve's attire was more formal than what she would wear at a regular palace social gathering.
She wore a dignified dress of uniform, and over it was a ceremonial mantle that was even more magnificent than the dress. The beautiful staff of the World Tree shone like a majestic decoration, like a scepter of power.
"Your HIghness."
“Ah, Michael.”
Michael asked Eve for her hand so that he could escort her. He too was dressed in a white robe decorated with gold bias. However, unlike other social gatherings, he was dressed neatly and without revealing anything.
The reason the two were dressed so splendidly was related to a large-scale imperial event.
Today was the day when titles were awarded for meritorious service in the punitive expedition.
“I'll be back.”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
Eve and Michael headed to the main palace, receiving a lively send-off from their family.
“The 7th Princess, Her Highness Evienrose Chloelle Hadelamide, and the Commander of the Knights of Punishment, Sir Michaelis Agnito, are entering!”
The grand banquet hall was filled with visitors. Not only nobles from various families, but even members of the imperial family showed up without exception, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that the entire place except for the central carpet was filled with people.
Eve and Michael took their places among the knights of the advance party who were to receive the title.
The order of appearance in the palace was the reverse order of power. Not long after Eve and Michael entered, the attendant raised his voice.
“His Majesty Emperor Desmond Dominic Callisto Hadelamide, the Sun of Hadelamide, has arrived!”
“Blessings and glory to the sun of Hadelamide!”
Desmond II sat on a golden throne overlooking all.
After a magnificent performance by the royal orchestra, the awarding ceremony was held. The homunculus knights who were called came forward and bowed, and Desmond II personally congratulated them on their achievements and bestowed them with titles and fiefdoms.
“Sabina Sehrill.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“You have contributed greatly to the subjugation of the dragon Ambroxa as an excellent member of the vanguard. For your service, I hereby grant you the title of Baron and the land of Sigmar.”
“I am very grateful, Your Majesty.”
As the picturesque award ceremony continued, the onlookers' expressions varied.
'The day has truly come for a homunculus to receive a title.'
'I wonder if this is okay.'
'Haha, you'll see what happens if you live long enough.'
For, against, neutral. Regardless of their stances, everyone agreed that today's title award ceremony would be a major turning point in the history of the Hadelamide Empire.
A few of the irritated old nobles were twitching their wrinkled lips as if they wanted to vent their grievances.
However, since the Marquis of Lamekal, who had been the center of opposition, had been purged and the titles were being awarded at the level of Baron and Viscount, they seemed to be holding on to it for some time.
At that time, the turn of the ordinary knights was over and it was the turn of the homunculus with the rank of knight commander.
“Elijah Halsten, for your outstanding judgment and your active participation in the advance party, I hereby grant you the title of Baron and the Exarchion Territory.”
“The Emperor is truly a fool.”
Despite his brilliant achievements, Elijah's awards were similar to those of ordinary knights.
But he didn't really care.
In fact, for Elijah, who was Brigitte's direct subordinate, it was a stroke of luck that he was not purged along with her. As expected, one had to be good at walking the tightrope.
The next order came.
“Forward to Sylvestian Millard.”
The name of one of the three most distinguished figures in the expedition was called. Unfortunately, Sylvestian had not yet regained consciousness. In his stead, someone else was given the award.
Thud thud.
The man who walked into the center was Michael. He bowed politely on one knee.
It was then that a subtle dissonance arose in the title awarding ceremony that had been proceeding smoothly until then.
Desmond II, who was supposed to be reciting the merits and demerits, tilted his head to the side and said nothing.
The blue-gray eyes looking down at Michael were somehow cold.
Eve was slightly nervous.
'Father, don't be so rude in public.'
It wasn't just for a day or two that Desmond II had a bad opinion of Michael because he was a homunculus who refused to be brainwashed into loyalty. But Eve looked at her father and asked him to please be more cautious today.
Desmond II stopped trying to set the mood as if his earnest heart had been touched.
“Hmm.”
The vague nasal sound raised the tension. Desmond II continued eating as if nothing had happened.
“Sylvestian Millard. In recognition of your efforts as the vanguard of the punitive expedition and your sacrifice in protecting the Seventh Princesses, you are granted the title of Count and the northern territory of Lenoxis.”
“I am very grateful, Your Majesty.”
The title of Count was first introduced. The nobles groaned or gasped at the unconventional appointment. However, since it was a single title, there was no great backlash.
Eve felt relieved at the fact that the proxy award ceremony had ended safely.
Michael quietly lowered his eyes and returned to his seat next to Eve.
Next was Snoret Wint's turn. Without her barrier, the Imperial Knights and Dandelion Army would have been annihilated by Ambroxa's seven-headed breath.
Appropriate compensation was provided.
“Snoret Wint. For your excellent defensive tactics and your great contribution to the preservation of my army, I hereby grant you the title Count and the fief of Epenharden.”
“I am so grateful.”
With this, two Counts from the Homunculus Knights were born.
For some conservative nobles, Hadelamide's history must have been a revelation. They either gaped in amazement or grabbed the back of their necks.
Now it was the last turn of the homunculus knights.
“Michaelis Agnito, forward.”.
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