The Past Winter
Introduction of a Script
“Please Viscount Chester, if there are any last words you will convey to the defendant!”
The resolute and outspoken voice of the imperial spokesman invited a male noble of about the late thirty years of Viscount who was sitting on the witness seat just below the emperor's seat, along with the ranks of the other nobles.
Moderate rainfall, leaves that have turned brown on tree branches are falling, consistent cold air since one month ago. But that day the sun showed its light, no longer hiding behind the clouds even though it was now at the end of autumn.
The cold, damp autumn wind blew gently, as if welcoming the transition to winter. The weather is perfect to gather with family in front of a warm fireplace in the house, or it should be like that.
But on this perfect day, the entire citizens of the Estheria empire gathered to witness the ongoing public execution at the colosseum, located in the western part of the imperial capital region.
The Colosseum in the Empire was generally used as a show arena for gladiators to show their prowess. But not infrequently the colosseum is also used as a theater performance and even a place of execution.
A girl in her early twenties, dressed in shabby and tattered clothes, wavy silver-haired ragged to the waist covering her entire back, was standing in the middle of the execution site.
His thin hands and feet were worn with large shackles made of iron that had rusted. Deep red fresh blood flowed incessantly from between his wrists.
His red lips had turned blue, the iris of the eye that was red like Ruby had lost its light, his gaze was blank. His face and body were full of bruises that were now blackened. And that festering wound was a silent witness to the torture of the prison guards as long as he languished behind bars.
Viscount Chester stood up from his seat, paying homage to the emperor's majesty and the imperial families present to witness the execution before he walked over to the balcony lip.
“To the whole people of the empire of Estheria!” His voice echoed. The people present instantly noticed the Viscount standing straight with a radiant face.
“Today! Standing before all of us! A wicked witch who has been hiding among us!”
He said the sentence while pointing ruthless towards the girl who was in the middle of the execution stage.
“He committed a crime just by his presence! All the disasters we have are drought! The violence! A betrayal! The robbery! Illegal slave auction! And trust in the god! It's all because of this witch!"
“I too have been deceived by the beauty and innocence she has! I was fooled by this demonic incarnation! So I married this damned woman! And he made me blind so that I couldn't see that there was a real angel woman!”
The Viscount then pointed gently towards the beautiful lady who was wearing a sky blue warm clothing made of fur. The woman smiled kindly in response to the Viscount's words addressed to her. Viscount Chester returned the woman's smile with a friendly and slightly mischievous look.
Back Viscount Chester stared in disdain at the gaunt, seedy woman who had been in the middle of the execution ground. “All her fault! Let's execute him today and we'll be free from misfortune forever!”
The words of Viscount Chester made the people who witnessed it cry out, to make the ground where the execution shook. The insults and insults called by the people are relentless. It was all aimed at one girl who was waiting for her death.
“Life Viscount Chester!!!"
“Life the hero!!”
There is a myth that in ancient times there lived an incomparable great wizard who burned dozens of kingdoms in the space of one night, on the grounds that he was bored.
The witch has luminous silver-haired features and sparkling red eyes as beautiful as rubies. Her beautiful parasites are able to sedate men easily to fall in love with him. However, the beauty is the magician's trick to kidnap the virgin man tempted by her, and then the witch turns the entangled man into her love slave.
If you have become a slave to the love of the witch, then there is no logic that runs. The man who has become a slave will do whatever the witch tells him. They did everything, good or bad, to make the witch satisfied with her and love her more.
Therefore silver hair is a very forbidden thing in this empire was originally a sign of a witch. Because dark witches usually invite a lot of danger and disaster for the country he visited.
“Kill him! Kill it!!"
“Quick execution of that witch!!!”
“The magician must die!”
“Kill the cause of our misfortune!”
The great emperor raised his hand as a sign that the execution was about to take place. The calls from the people are getting louder. They complained of the emperor's wise actions that would punish the evil witch for death.
“Quick the way!!” Order the black masked big-bodied executioner on the girl.
The iron chains connected to the restraints on the girl's neck were forcibly pulled by her. The girl hobbled in the footsteps of the executioner with a torn calf. The bloodstains on the cold ground followed the girl's steps towards the pillar.
On the execution stage there was another executioner waiting while holding a rope right next to the pole. The fishy smell of blood from the execution site pierced the nose until it seeped into the skin. The girl's family and relatives were executed first. The execution was carried out on charges of having ties to a black witch.
Some of the executioners were busy pacing back and forth while carrying large wooden containers of blood and heads that had been severed from his body. And the others were carrying their headsless bodies and stacking them in one place.
The hand of the great and rough executioner places the girl's neck forcibly at the mouth of the fountain. Then the chain on his neck hooks on the hook that is under the girl's body so that the accused can not escape.
“Mother... Fathering... Everything was... Wait a minute, I'll catch up with you guys soon.”
The girl whimpered inwardly with a bitter smile that adorned her face. The last clear thread before his death fell to earth. The knife is always sharp because sharpened every time reflects sunlight ferociously. The executioner standing beside the rope let go of his grasp.
CRAK UP!
The large blade slid freely downwards and instantly separated the head from the body of the poor girl. The little girl's head rolled and went into the wooden container just below her. Fresh blood splashed into the blade violently, and flowed profusely out from the thin body that had been suffocated. All the blood was stored in a wooden container until it soaked its entire head. A pile of blood in the bucket even spilled, dripping until it soaked the ground under the execution stage.
The sound of the people's happy cries blared all the narrow cracks in the colosseum along with the severing of the girl's neck. Everyone who witnessed the execution was happy and relieved that the evil witch, the cause of their misfortune, had died.
As out of line with the happiness of the people of the empire of Estheria that day. The once-bright sky suddenly blackened, the sunlight that was shining on the execution stage had now been swallowed by the black clouds and dropped water droplets swiftly. And the cold wind that pierced the skin turned the raindrops into snowflakes. It is as if only the sky is afflicted with grief over a loss.