Creator of Death: True Darkness
Nigthingale: Death penalty

A year later,

That night, the air was so cold.

The small town of Ryent is chosen by Raka to hold a short meeting.

The entire Ghost Monarchy members gathered and waited for their leader to attend and make a decision.

Raka stepped out of a tall building, this time standing on a balcony that everyone could see.

Everyone who was there then knelt respectfully.

"alright. I think it's enough for us to shut ourselves off from the outside world." Raka opened the conversation.

"The problem has to be solved right down to the root, right?"

"Tonight, I gathered you together in order to welcome back our old comrades"

Said Raka with a small laugh.

"Everything! Push your heads! And remember! Tonight, even a year of great war took place. I, you, we all remember how many of our brothers died there, right!? It was an insult to me" Raka said. His light voice turned cold.

"Tonight, the red moon is back" he added.

Then all eyes were on a group of people with their hands and feet tied behind their bodies.

They are traitors.

Everyone looked at them filled with murder and hatred.

'They're traitors! They killed the generals! They killed our partner! They hurt our leader!' They are full of hate.

"Tonight! I announce! The death penalty for all fifty traitors simultaneously! No mercy on all the blood you shed! No mercy to all the tears they shed! And there's no mercy for all the lives you've lost!" Shouted Raka full of anger.

Raka came down from his place right in front of all the traitors.

"There is no defense of anything. I stand firm on my behalf as your leader, on behalf of my dead brother and on behalf of the blood that has dripped for you"

Raka slashed completely without exception with one slash.

Blood is splattered where. The atmosphere was so quiet, there was only the sound of breath harmonizing with each other.

The air became so cold with the thick air that Raka emitted.

The moon became so red that it loomed over the pool of blood.

Raka's black sword was covered in blood. He shook it and came back. Sword out.

Still with a cold gaze, he burned the entire bodies of the traitors using his blue flames.

'Master, you are really great' muttered the voice in Raka's mind.

"If you come just to make trouble with me, then leave before I destroy you, Side" Raka threatened.

Everyone was still on their knees paying their respects to Raka.

Raka turned around and looked at her entire follower with her calm gaze.

'Everyone, listen to me' Raka's voice echoed in the minds of everyone in that place.

All of them were shocked and subconsciously raised their heads towards Raka simultaneously.

Raka smiled lightly at them.

"Listen to me, from this moment on I, Akarayama declared, Ghost monarchy is disbanded!" Strictly Raka with a smile on her face.

Everyone was shocked and with a look of disbelief looked at Raka.

"Ah, that's right.it might be hard for all of you, as well as me. But anyway, you are free to choose your life. Not as a criminal, but as a good citizen. Everyone has your decisions and desires, no one wants to be a criminal, right? Form your family! Protect as you have been protecting me all this time!"

"Ah. That was the purpose the Ghost Monarchy was established for. You are the ones who willingly do everything to protect what you want."

"For 4 years, you protected me, took care of me as your son, brother, friend and everything. And this, is a gift from me! Live your lives in peace. Ghsot monarchy is destroyed! But you are still my family! Never worry about your life! From now on, you criminals, will live free as residents of Qrystial!"

"So from now on, I, Raka Azalea Son of Arcnight, plead with all my heart for your cooperation!" Raka said by paying homage to all its members.