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The people might not have cared much about power struggles or rebellion, but when bandits began plundering and terrorizing the common folk, the situation took a turn. That was when the people’s anger truly boiled over, for it became personal. The public’s fury was such that they cried for blood, wishing nothing more than to see the criminals meet a gruesome end.
The fury was so intense that the people called for the harshest punishments.
Nicholas and Yuvan were to be executed with Torso Cleaving, and the officials involved-Clifford, Wayne, Saul, and Samson-would all be beheaded.
The families the traitorous nobles and officials were not spared, either. The men were branded on their faces and exiled, never allowed to return to the capital. The women were forced into the laundry house, living their lives as slaves.
Many officials were involved, and heads fell one after another at the execution grounds. Each time, they made Nicholas, Yuvan, and others watch the executions, forcing them to see their trusted subordinates die.
They also wanted those officials who had conspired in the rebellion to realize, just before they died, how they had been deceived by the wrong people. They needed to know that their actions resulted in the near destruction of their entire families.
Even someone as mentally strong as Nicholas and Clifford couldn’t withstand such torment.
The days and nights they spent plotting together, the faces full of ambition, and the hopeful eyes-now all turned to hatred. The rebel
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officials glared at Nicholas and his group, looking as though they wished they could burn holes into their bodies.
On the day of their execution, Nicholas and the other main conspirators were paraded through the streets, exposed to the jeers and curses of the people.
That day, the main streets of the capital were blocked off. Wherever the prison carts passed, they left behind a mess. The people couldn’t bring themselves to throw eggs. Instead, they threw rotten vegetables, mud, and waste.
Anything that could express their hatred, they threw.
Before their execution, there was widespread discussion about the bandits causing chaos and harming the people. Their cruelty angered everyone.
Clifford was no longer the calm figure he once was. His composure finally cracked.
He had always thought that no matter how much people insulted or cursed him, it wouldn’t hurt him. His heart had become numb.
But as the filth and mud rained down on him-dirty, repulsive, and degrading he felt something shift deep inside him. It was as though all the blood in his body rushed to his head, and his face turned a deep, livid shade.
This was what true public disdain felt like. This was the weight of universal contempt.
As Nicholas was paraded through the streets, the weight of his downfall crushed him entirely. His sanity fractured and he screamed curses at the people, accusing them of ignorance and foolishness.
He raged at the masses, claiming they had been deceived by the court, that they had mistaken a foolish king for a wise ruler. He claimed that only he was the true sovereign-the one destined to bring justice and prosperity.
His hoarse cries were drowned out by the roar of the crowd. The people shouted for his death, calling for him to be torn apart. They said that the execution by Torso Cleaving was far too merciful. They demanded he be cut into pieces and slowly tortured to death, as punishment for his evil deeds.
On the other hand, Yuvan stayed silent the whole time. Inside, he was filled with resentment and hatred for Nicholas. He believed that if Nicholas hadn’t turned his people against him, he could have succeeded. Nicholas was like a poisonous snake, hiding in the shadows. When Yuvan didn’t know, it struck, and that strike was deadly.
Because of Nicholas, Yuvan was no longer just a rebel. He was now a fool-a fool who had destroyed his own empire. Everything he worked so hard for was handed over to others, and the people who turned against him had sent him to the king’s army.
The disgrace would be Yuvan’s for all time. His name would live on in history-not as a great ruler, but as a traitor. He would be a man who lost everything and earned only contempt and mockery. He had worked hard his whole life, first for power and second for fame, but it all ended up being for nothing.
When he was dragged to the execution platform, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. As he took one last look at the world, all he saw were eyes filled with hatred and mockery.
He suddenly burst into tears.
What had he worked so hard for all these years? For the so-called great cause, he never did anything as he wished. He couldn’t let himself indulge in love-every marriage and concubine was just for his gain. When he met a woman he liked and wanted to be reckless for once, that led to the betrayal of Wayne and his subordinates.
In the end, Yuvan had nothing.
Through his tear-filled eyes, he caught sight of a woman in the crowd-Violet. She was stunning in her purple attire, full of energy. Her presence was similar to Sophie’s, but she was livelier, more carefree, and full of joy.
Unfortunately, the look she gave him was filled with disgust and hatred.
Blood stained the execution platform as the remains of Yuvan writhed in agony, half of his body still alive. He screamed in a pitiful, broken voice. He clawed desperately at the ground, dragging himself forward, leaving behind twisted trails of blood.
It was late autumn, and the cold set in with a biting chill. Rain began to fall, gradually intensifying. It washed the bloodstains from the platform like a small stream trickling down the sides.
The rain only deepened the cold. Autumn had arrived in full force, and the air grew bitter.
During the siege, some of the rebellious soldiers had escaped, infiltrating the homes of the citizens to rob and kill, leaving a trail of innocent victims in their wake.
Now, seeing the rebels meet their end and witnessing their suffering before execution helped ease the pain and anger the people had been carrying.
The corpses of the traitors were strung up on display at the execution site, their bloodied remains exposed to the elements. The rain fell, slowly washing away the blood, but the faint red stains remained. As the crowd slowly dispersed, it signified the end of the rebellion.
Sophie stared at Nicholas, hanging on the execution platform. His face was unrecognizable. There had been a mishap when he was executed, and the executioner had to strike him 18 times before his body was severed.
The pain drove him mad, and he clawed at the ground, scratching his face until it was a bloody mess.
None of the charges against
Nicholas were related to the Devin family’s massacre. It wasn’t even mentioned. The massacre had to be pinned on Westhaven, for it had been used as leverage in
Starhaven’s negotiations with them.
In truth, it had been spies of Westhaven who had carried out the killings, not Nicholas. If it hadn’t been the Devin family, it would have been the Sullivan family.
But no matter the truth, the hatred Sophie felt for Nicholas remained deep and unyielding. Even seeing his dismembered body couldn’t quell the fire of her resentment.
Violet stood beside her, holding an umbrella to shield them both from the rain. She said softly, “Don’t worry. Death isn’t the end for him He will be cast into the deepest circles of hell, tormented day and night by the fires of damnation.”
Sophie wiped her face, unable to tell whether it was rain or tears mingling on her skin. She felt something lodged in her throat, and she couldn’t say a word.
She wanted to say that no matter how terrible Nicholas’ end was, the people he had killed would never come back.
She stood there for a long time until Adrian arrived through the rain. He wrapped her in his arms and sighed heavily. “Crazy girl, come home. You don’t have to be so obedient anymore.”
Sophie buried her face in her mentor’s chest and cried out loud.
She had once been the crazy girl from Meadow Ridge. But no matter how wild she had been there, coming home had always meant she would return to being obedient.
Adrian had been in the capital for some time now.
In the past, he had been consumed with his studies on sacred firearms, leaving little room for anything else. But now, with some free time, he used the excuse of being unable to let go of the business in the city to extend his stay.
The truth was, he was concerned for Sophie.