I Will Avoid The Death Flag [It's Published]
34. The End for Sinners

The town square can be said to be noisy.

This place is usually always filled with people who do their respective activities to reap life. However, just for today, they are gathered for the same purpose, which is to witness a sinner who is about to be put to death.

On top of the small altar, stood a tool called the guillotine. It was a beheading tool in historical times. Used for sinners who deserve this kind of punishment.

In the Asher Kingdom, the use of guillotines was extremely rare. That is because, when using the tool, the sins committed by the individual are so great that being humiliated while being beheaded in front of the public alone is not enough to atone for his sins.

I gulped as the iron knife glittered in the sunlight.

Surprisingly, the weather was very clear today. It was as if Angelina herself, the Sun Goddess, felt her enthusiasm for the anticipated day.

Me and the other two members of the royal family were seated on their respective thrones. I sat on the left side of Viten, while Cioten was on the right side of her brother.

Although the weather was scorching to the point of almost burning the skin, we were given a suitable place to watch the beheading of a sinner from one floor away from the ground. And of course our place is not sun-drenched.

"Hurry up and bring that bitch!"

"Where is that woman? I can't wait to see her sad face!"

"Sin shall be given the appropriate punishment."

"Absolutely. Deserves to be destroyed."

"I heard that woman almost brought down our Asher Kingdom."

"How dare that woman want to destroy this kingdom!"

"And did you hear that the culprit behind Miss Krone's death was the sinner!"

"What?! He's so disgusting! He deserved to die!"

Ah, to be honest. It's so noisy. Sahutan for the sake of sahutan is created, filled with angry and angry tones, even rumors making up about a sinner getting hyperbole.

The more I heard the people cursing, the more I was made to fret.

That's because the only person who threw Clare into this situation was me. I threw Clare into the guillotine, forcing Clare to sacrifice her head, until the people were satisfied.

But back to the original topic. If I hadn't brought Clare into this situation, obviously Clare would still be alive by now. Let alone being reviled and scolded, Clare would still be able to feel the luxury of living as a blue-blooded noble lady.

Suddenly, I felt my fingers looking at me. The warmth spread when my fingers were lightly grasped.

I turned my head and immediately tied to the red bead.

"Are you scared?" ask Viten with a soft tone.

Ever since that ridiculous, completely unromantic proposal, Viten's behavior towards me changed. He was getting softer on me and showed no sign of the death flag to me at all.

I noticed a small smile. "I'm a little scared, Your Majesty."

"This is the first time you've seen this punishment?"

I nodded my head at Viten's question.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Don't worry, Serethy. The punishment only takes a little while. You won't realize it when the head is cut off and bleeding first. Then, that person will die instantly. Done."

Hey, hey, you crazy bastard. Is he trying to calm me down or not? Why is he even more clarifying the image that is in my mind?!

I just had a stiff laugh. "All right, Your Majesty."

"God."

I glared. This bastard smirked in satisfaction.

"I'm kidding, '" he continued. "Don't worry, Serethy. If you're scared, you don't have to look at it."

I felt Viten's thumb stroke the back of my hand slowly, intent on calming down.

I exhaled. Look at how unstable Viten feels. He was just acting psychopathic, but now he's being gentle.

"Anyway, I must see it, Your Majesty. Because I'm the one who made this show."

Viten pulled one corner of her lips. "You're right. The screenwriter must follow the story he made. However, Serethy, there are also screenwriters who are not able to follow the story itself so choose not to open their eyes. There's nothing wrong with that. That's not a sin."

Waw. I can't comment on Viten's long sentence. I felt that only this time he had spoken words full of gulali and long sentences.

Jemari Viten then went up, towards the top of my head, and stroked her for a moment.

I fixated, then glanced at the smile full of tenderness on her blushing lips.

"You've done everything well, Serethy."

Ah, goddamn. I could die quietly after hearing the soft and loving tone in the conversational melody.

We exchanged conversations sweetly, not realizing there was one man who was burning with jealousy.

...***...

Clare was wearing a shabby plain white dress. Some sides have even been torn and some are leaking blood from scars that have never been treated.

Kala Clare was pulled by the soldiers towards the altar of the square, cheers for the sake of cheers instantly created. Seemingly. Form a loud melody.

Clare's view is empty. It was as if the remaining glimmer of hope had finally broken down until Clare had no idea what to do.

"Hurry up and kill that woman!"

"Kill the sinner!"

Clare let out a small groan when she saw a small child throwing pebbles at her violently, making Clare's injured forehead bleed even more. As if initiating, pebble after pebble was finally thrown at one common goal.

Clare bit her lip. Bare, sick, bleeding. Clare almost wanted to scream if she didn't hold it. As a result, Clare cried. He was crying, sobbing, as if shedding all burdensome feelings.

Clare was eventually thrown to the executioner in charge of carrying out the punishment process.

Clare's black bead then met a look with a figure who had hair like her emerald color.

Eladio Cyrill was standing in the front row with a cold glare. As if implying that the presence of Clare on the altar to meet his death does not necessarily make Eladio feel down.

Even his face that did not show any reaction when he met Clare made Clare scowl.

"Dad!" call Clare with a soft cry. Clare decided at the last minute that she needed to pour a piece of hope into the figure.

"Dad, please save me!" Clare shouted again.

However, the only thing that Clare could in return was the look full of disdain on the authentic black bead.

How Clare felt her heart break.

"What are you doing? Take him from before me" said Eladio coldly to the executioner holding Clare's body.

The executioner immediately dragged Clare to the center of the altar. However, earlier, Clare heard Eladio say, "It's a waste to spend money to raise her if she dies dishonorably."

Clare's view is empty. The sentence so pierced the recesses of his heart. Chest pounding. So hurt. It was as if thousands of sword thrusts into his heart were even better than the sentence whispered boneless flesh.

One domineering voice was able to silence hundreds of audiences and position itself as the center of attention.

Viten smiled in satisfaction at his throne.

"I'm sorry about what happened this time. In any case, Miss Clare has indeed contributed greatly to the survival of the Asher Kingdom. However, her sin was far too great compared to the good Miss Clare had ever done. With great regret, upon the Sun God's representative, I obey the guillotine as the final punishment for Miss Clare."

Viten's short speech was able to reap cheers from his people.

"Life Your Majesty!"

"His Majesty the King!"

"We agree, Your Majesty!"

"We support His Majesty's decision!"

Viten smiled at the crowd who approved his decision. "Then, the Princess will say a few words here."

Serethy glared when Viten suddenly told Serethy to speak in front of his people.

However, Serethy finally got up from the throne and approached the guardrail. This was an opportunity for Serethy to reap the people's opinion against him. In any case, they are candidates for the people of Serethy and Serethy is a candidate for queen for them.

Serethy exhaled before opening her lips, "Error is a human thing."

Serethy's voice echoed in the square, making it the center of attention in an instant.

"It's not a problem for someone to make one or two mistakes. You just have to learn from those mistakes. If it goes wrong again, learn again. However, all of you know from the rumors and rumors that spread, I am a saintess. I was once directly connected to Angelina, the Sun Goddess."

After Serethy mentioned Angelina, an incredulous sigh sounded unpretentious in the square.

"Angelina's? Isn't there really a Sun Goddess?"

"Is the Princess making things up?"

"Cannot be. We've trusted the Sun God all this time."

"Did the Temple make a mistake? That's a big mistake."

"However, it could have been true, the Princess was a saintess. It was tangible proof when his holy power protected the Princess from attack."

Serethy smiled. Waiting for the whispers to subside before continuing, "Truely, my dear people. The Sun God is Angelina, the Sun Goddess. And I've been connected to him. We talk a lot. It was about how much Angelina hated the falsehood of the word in her name. In any case, lying to everyone on behalf of Angelina made her feel so angry that I had to make this decision.

"I do say that one or two mistakes are not a problem, but there are differences in context when it comes to the majesty of the Sun Goddess. Angelina, a majestic figure who does not deserve to be juxtaposed with cursed wiles. Therefore, Angelina initiated Her Majesty the King to give punishment, because Angelina knew for sure about how competent Her Majesty the King was when it came to the punishment that was worth the sin made."

The voice of the people echoed in the square. Spreading like a fire engulfed by alcohol, blazing.

Serethy says things very well. He reveals Angelina's identity and raises opinions on both himself and Viten.

"Therefore, my people whom I love."

It even says that Serethy loves his people.

"Both me and Angelina, agree to the punishment given by His Majesty the King."

Serethy turned her gaze to Clare who was staring wrathfully at Serethy. His body was pressed by the executioner when his neck found its place on the guillotine. The tears dripping from those black eyes were not only filled with wrath, but despair.

"Miss Clare. It was a short meeting, but I really appreciated every moment we both shared. Forgive all the wrongs I've done to you and beg forgiveness to the Sun Goddess so that you can have eternal peace in the afterlife."

Serethy pulled one corner of her dress with her left fingers while her right hand was placed on the heart. Slowly, Serethy lowered her body.

This again reaped a surprised speech from the people.

"Mr Princess is so kind."

"How could the great figure of the Princess pay homage to someone who had deceived her?"

"Mr Princess is the perfect candidate for queen."

"It's not wrong that we support the Princess."

Cheers now turned to supporting Serethy and praising him. Appreciate it great.

Serethy smiled as she straightened up again.

"Let's start the punishment."

Then, a priest came forward and said the prayers in the ancient Asheri language for the next few minutes. The atmosphere is so solemn when the pastor says a prayer. After that, a sharp iron knife was dropped by an executioner.

Finally, the long, emerald hair that looked charming slipped off the head. Throw down to the edges of the altar and occasionally get carried away by the pavana.

The bloody panorama did not make everyone who watched cringe. But they cheered. Cheering as hard as possible. Until the sound resounds in the vibration of the tone.

It was cheers as if they had escaped from the colony of evil.

Ah, how the end is a sad ending for a sinner.

***

Alverro's crying. Crying until her voice and tears are almost gone.

"Young Master," call Ilyos. Using the title "Mr Duke" was no longer possible after Alverro was removed from his position while getting the death penalty.

However, Alverro could not stop the sobering stuffing. The sound was broken and broken.

"Young Master, we have to leave before the soldiers find you" Ilyos said.

Alverro then grabbed the hood of his brown robe. He stared once at the separated body of Clare lying on the altar of the square. His body looked so pitiful as if his tragic death had not spread a single tear on the other cheek.

When he saw so much blood dripping and spilling, Alverro felt his heart numb by the pain that felt unreal.

When he saw that emerald hair that was carried by the wind, the green crown that looked so charming it was trampled, and the pale face that was splattered with blood, Alverro again cried. Throw everything. Decrease the pain that whack.

"Miss Clare" muttered Alverro.

Alverro looked up at the balcony, more precisely at Princess Asher.

In his eyes that were as the color of sapphire, imprinted a real wrath, blazing, like a flame that was ignited and fished to raise its flames.

"Let's go, Ilyos," Alverro said in a hoarse voice and turned his body around.

Alverro moved his body swiftly and away from the cheers of the airing square.

In his heart that was slashed with wounds, he said the same sentence, "I will avenge you, Miss Clare."

Alverro then disappeared in the shadows of the Asher Kingdom, while carrying sorrow and grudge in his heart.

...***...

Arc 1 for the villain ends! Who looks forward to this moment please show yourself!

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