From early morning, a large crowd of people gathered in the capital square of Arrental.
Even before the palace gates opened, I could feel the excitement of the people outside.
“Open the door!”
At Hawick's command, soldiers opened the great gates of the palace.
Then, the people who had been lined up tightly on both sides of the street leading from the palace entrance to the square, waiting for the gate to open, shouted in unison.
“Show me the sinners!”
“Send the criminals to the guillotine!”
Excited people cried out among the soldiers stationed at the crossroads to prevent any trouble in our procession.
Some people were so enraged that they pushed past the soldiers and tried to rush into the procession, but were subdued by the knights.
“Are you okay, Chloe?”
Callius seemed worried that I might feel offended or afraid because of the people who were cursing and spewing all kinds of foul language.
I burst out laughing at his worry.
“Their feelings and mine are no different, so why wouldn’t I be okay?”
Then, behind the carriage in which Callius and I were riding, a man with an unusually loud voice shouted in a gruff voice.
“You fucking xxs! Even if you xx and xx, it won’t be satisfying xxx! xx, xxx! You fucking piece of shit xxxxs! I’m going to xxx you to death!”
I looked at Callius and opened my eyes wide.
"I never knew there were so many different curse words in the world! You're truly an amazing person. Aren't your curse words incredibly creative?"
“Don’t listen carefully.”
“Oh my, why?”
“Huh? Well...”
“If I had known that in advance, I would have spit it out in Kavala and Andrea’s faces!”
If that makes me feel a little better, wouldn't I be able to put aside my culture for a bit?
In the crowd surrounding us, terrifying words flew like daggers and violent emotions surged like a tidal wave, but I was not afraid in the least.
Because all of that was directed at the cart following our carriage, not at me or Callius.
The horse-drawn cart had iron bars on it, allowing a clear view of the inside, and inside the three bars were the Emperor, Kavala, and Andrea.
I sat in the open carriage and glanced behind me.
Emperor, my father was sitting listlessly in the middle of the iron bars, his mouth tightly shut, his face looking very wronged.
Until yesterday, he had been shouting that he was also a victim and that he was not at fault, but now, facing death, he seemed to have given up on everything.
'It's not like there's nothing wrong with it.'
In the first place, it is a great sin for an Emperor to neglect state affairs and cause poverty to the people.
However, my father, who was living a life of reckless indulgence in women, caught Kavala's eye and became her target, and as a result, he gave Kavala wings of power, so he could not be said to be without sin.
No one felt sorry or objected to his execution.
Because the elders and judges gathered and had a heated discussion, and requested an appropriate sentence.
'He will be recorded in history as an incompetent Emperor.'
At that moment, my father, who had been lowering his head, raised his eyes.
Because of that, my eyes met his unwelcome gaze.
Thinking of Kavala and Andrea made me tremble with anger, but another emotion arose for my father.
It was a disappointment.
"You say you're innocent, but as a husband and a father, you're a sinner. I can't forgive you."
Now that I'm married, I think I finally understand how my mother felt.
Even if my mother wasn't an ordinary wife with an ordinary family, she was still a human being and a woman who craved love.
Every day, I gained courage and will from the warm and cozy gaze, considerate words, and gentle touch that Callius gave me.
Did my mother ever enjoy anything like that?
The thought of it made my heart ache.
My father met my cold gaze, flinched, and quietly lowered his head again.
After that, Andrea was seen standing on one side of the iron bars, shouting at the crowd.
"What are you looking at! What are you looking at! You little shits! You dogs and pigs, no better than livestock, dare point a finger at me! I am the Prince of this country! I am destined to be the Emperor! I am destined to be the Emperor!"
Andrea hung on the iron bars, shaking them as if he was going to break them, hitting them with his body, and then suddenly burst out laughing.
"A huge crowd has gathered to see this body! Hahaha! That's right! I am the Emperor! I am the master of this Arrental Empire! Hahahaha!"
Then, he was hit in the head by a tomato that flew from the crowd and fell down.
He groaned and put his hand on the spot where he had been hit, then screamed in horror when he saw the tomato juice running down his face and getting on his hand.
“Aaaaah! Blood! Blood! Someone is trying to kill me! Aah! Look! Is there anyone there? Aaaaah! Chloe is killing me! Chloe is trying to kill me! Aaaaah! Help me! Help me!”
Then, as if he wanted to ask for help, he crawled around the iron bars and called out to the knights.
But as he continued to scream in anger at the unresponsive knights, he suddenly met my eyes and fell to his knees.
“Chloe! I was wrong! Chloe! Sob, sob! Save me, please! Chloe! Save me!”
He lay on the floor and flailed his limbs as if throwing a tantrum.
“Please save me! If you don’t save me, I’ll kill you all! I won’t let you all go! Aaaah!”
Then he got hit with eggs and potatoes and started sobbing.
“Ugh! Ugh! Everyone hates me... Ugh! Ugh...”
He shuddered, saying that he couldn't endure even a moment in the dungeon, and after being locked in the dungeon for several days, he seemed to have completely lost his mind.
That was the true identity of the one who had once been more powerful and fearful than anyone else, the one who had overwhelmed me.
'Yeah, maybe losing your mind would be a blessing for you.'
I turned my head a little further and saw Kavala at the back of the line.
Kavala was making a strange clanging sound and was trying desperately to cover her face with her handcuffed arms and hands.
“Don’t look! Don’t look!”
Her struggles were meaningless, as each limb was tied to a chain at the four corners of the iron bars, preventing her from trying to pull off another trick.
She just waved her hands around, not even reaching her face.
The people were shocked at her hideous transformation.
"Oh my god..."
“Monster! That monster tricked everyone!”
“Die! Die!”
“Whew!”
“Bring back to life the people you killed!”
Kavala refused to admit her guilt throughout the trial.
From the beginning, she maintained the attitude that she didn't know what she had done so terribly wrong.
So I thought she would keep her shameless face until the end.
But she broke down in a way I didn't expect.
“Don’t look...! Please...! Don’t look...!”
On this march to the gallows, she trembled, more afraid of her own disfigured appearance being revealed to the world than of death itself.
“This is a nightmare... This can’t be real...! My face! Give me back my face...!”
The march stopped in front of the gallows erected in the square.
The three criminals were lined up one after another and put on the gallows.
Andrea, who saw the huge blade on the scaffold, fainted for a moment, but when the executioner doused him with water, he came to his senses and screamed, not recognizing Kavala.
“Ahh! It’s the devil! Get out of here, you devil!”
Kavala, who had been trying her best to hide her face until then, became enraged when she heard what her son had said and kicked Andrea.
It was a farce that unfolded before the entire nation at the last moment.
"You idiot! It's all your fault, you pathetic little punk! You're a useless, pathetic punk!"
“You devil! Get out of here, you devil!”
It was soon recorded in their will.
This was because the executioner was so angry at them for causing a ruckus on the sacred scaffold that he coldly silenced their mouths without even giving them a chance to leave a will.
The executioner loudly read out the charges against the three men before me and Callius.
“...So, these criminals are sentenced to death!”
Blood was sprinkled on the scaffold.
The black, sticky blood of the Kavala that decorated the end gave off a very unpleasant smell.
Even before the palace gates opened, I could feel the excitement of the people outside.
“Open the door!”
At Hawick's command, soldiers opened the great gates of the palace.
Then, the people who had been lined up tightly on both sides of the street leading from the palace entrance to the square, waiting for the gate to open, shouted in unison.
“Show me the sinners!”
“Send the criminals to the guillotine!”
Excited people cried out among the soldiers stationed at the crossroads to prevent any trouble in our procession.
Some people were so enraged that they pushed past the soldiers and tried to rush into the procession, but were subdued by the knights.
“Are you okay, Chloe?”
Callius seemed worried that I might feel offended or afraid because of the people who were cursing and spewing all kinds of foul language.
I burst out laughing at his worry.
“Their feelings and mine are no different, so why wouldn’t I be okay?”
Then, behind the carriage in which Callius and I were riding, a man with an unusually loud voice shouted in a gruff voice.
“You fucking xxs! Even if you xx and xx, it won’t be satisfying xxx! xx, xxx! You fucking piece of shit xxxxs! I’m going to xxx you to death!”
I looked at Callius and opened my eyes wide.
"I never knew there were so many different curse words in the world! You're truly an amazing person. Aren't your curse words incredibly creative?"
“Don’t listen carefully.”
“Oh my, why?”
“Huh? Well...”
“If I had known that in advance, I would have spit it out in Kavala and Andrea’s faces!”
If that makes me feel a little better, wouldn't I be able to put aside my culture for a bit?
In the crowd surrounding us, terrifying words flew like daggers and violent emotions surged like a tidal wave, but I was not afraid in the least.
Because all of that was directed at the cart following our carriage, not at me or Callius.
The horse-drawn cart had iron bars on it, allowing a clear view of the inside, and inside the three bars were the Emperor, Kavala, and Andrea.
I sat in the open carriage and glanced behind me.
Emperor, my father was sitting listlessly in the middle of the iron bars, his mouth tightly shut, his face looking very wronged.
Until yesterday, he had been shouting that he was also a victim and that he was not at fault, but now, facing death, he seemed to have given up on everything.
'It's not like there's nothing wrong with it.'
In the first place, it is a great sin for an Emperor to neglect state affairs and cause poverty to the people.
However, my father, who was living a life of reckless indulgence in women, caught Kavala's eye and became her target, and as a result, he gave Kavala wings of power, so he could not be said to be without sin.
No one felt sorry or objected to his execution.
Because the elders and judges gathered and had a heated discussion, and requested an appropriate sentence.
'He will be recorded in history as an incompetent Emperor.'
At that moment, my father, who had been lowering his head, raised his eyes.
Because of that, my eyes met his unwelcome gaze.
Thinking of Kavala and Andrea made me tremble with anger, but another emotion arose for my father.
It was a disappointment.
"You say you're innocent, but as a husband and a father, you're a sinner. I can't forgive you."
Now that I'm married, I think I finally understand how my mother felt.
Even if my mother wasn't an ordinary wife with an ordinary family, she was still a human being and a woman who craved love.
Every day, I gained courage and will from the warm and cozy gaze, considerate words, and gentle touch that Callius gave me.
Did my mother ever enjoy anything like that?
The thought of it made my heart ache.
My father met my cold gaze, flinched, and quietly lowered his head again.
After that, Andrea was seen standing on one side of the iron bars, shouting at the crowd.
"What are you looking at! What are you looking at! You little shits! You dogs and pigs, no better than livestock, dare point a finger at me! I am the Prince of this country! I am destined to be the Emperor! I am destined to be the Emperor!"
Andrea hung on the iron bars, shaking them as if he was going to break them, hitting them with his body, and then suddenly burst out laughing.
"A huge crowd has gathered to see this body! Hahaha! That's right! I am the Emperor! I am the master of this Arrental Empire! Hahahaha!"
Then, he was hit in the head by a tomato that flew from the crowd and fell down.
He groaned and put his hand on the spot where he had been hit, then screamed in horror when he saw the tomato juice running down his face and getting on his hand.
“Aaaaah! Blood! Blood! Someone is trying to kill me! Aah! Look! Is there anyone there? Aaaaah! Chloe is killing me! Chloe is trying to kill me! Aaaaah! Help me! Help me!”
Then, as if he wanted to ask for help, he crawled around the iron bars and called out to the knights.
But as he continued to scream in anger at the unresponsive knights, he suddenly met my eyes and fell to his knees.
“Chloe! I was wrong! Chloe! Sob, sob! Save me, please! Chloe! Save me!”
He lay on the floor and flailed his limbs as if throwing a tantrum.
“Please save me! If you don’t save me, I’ll kill you all! I won’t let you all go! Aaaah!”
Then he got hit with eggs and potatoes and started sobbing.
“Ugh! Ugh! Everyone hates me... Ugh! Ugh...”
He shuddered, saying that he couldn't endure even a moment in the dungeon, and after being locked in the dungeon for several days, he seemed to have completely lost his mind.
That was the true identity of the one who had once been more powerful and fearful than anyone else, the one who had overwhelmed me.
'Yeah, maybe losing your mind would be a blessing for you.'
I turned my head a little further and saw Kavala at the back of the line.
Kavala was making a strange clanging sound and was trying desperately to cover her face with her handcuffed arms and hands.
“Don’t look! Don’t look!”
Her struggles were meaningless, as each limb was tied to a chain at the four corners of the iron bars, preventing her from trying to pull off another trick.
She just waved her hands around, not even reaching her face.
The people were shocked at her hideous transformation.
"Oh my god..."
“Monster! That monster tricked everyone!”
“Die! Die!”
“Whew!”
“Bring back to life the people you killed!”
Kavala refused to admit her guilt throughout the trial.
From the beginning, she maintained the attitude that she didn't know what she had done so terribly wrong.
So I thought she would keep her shameless face until the end.
But she broke down in a way I didn't expect.
“Don’t look...! Please...! Don’t look...!”
On this march to the gallows, she trembled, more afraid of her own disfigured appearance being revealed to the world than of death itself.
“This is a nightmare... This can’t be real...! My face! Give me back my face...!”
The march stopped in front of the gallows erected in the square.
The three criminals were lined up one after another and put on the gallows.
Andrea, who saw the huge blade on the scaffold, fainted for a moment, but when the executioner doused him with water, he came to his senses and screamed, not recognizing Kavala.
“Ahh! It’s the devil! Get out of here, you devil!”
Kavala, who had been trying her best to hide her face until then, became enraged when she heard what her son had said and kicked Andrea.
It was a farce that unfolded before the entire nation at the last moment.
"You idiot! It's all your fault, you pathetic little punk! You're a useless, pathetic punk!"
“You devil! Get out of here, you devil!”
It was soon recorded in their will.
This was because the executioner was so angry at them for causing a ruckus on the sacred scaffold that he coldly silenced their mouths without even giving them a chance to leave a will.
The executioner loudly read out the charges against the three men before me and Callius.
“...So, these criminals are sentenced to death!”
Blood was sprinkled on the scaffold.
The black, sticky blood of the Kavala that decorated the end gave off a very unpleasant smell.
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