YM778.TV Chapter 81.4
Chapter 81.4
“Oh, wait. If we put her face down, can’t we all see her? Please turn Flare on her back so that her face is up.”
The knight’s face turned blue at Alice’s words as she clapped her hands and said as if she had just thought of a good idea.
Turning a sinner’s face down at the decapitation was partly for a clean cut, but it’s also a final mercy so that he didn’t feel the fear of impending death. When Alice said that the face should be turned upward for fun, Camille and some others gulped at the abnormality of it.
The king called out to Flare, who could now speak, after the collars that blocked the words that hindered him from the decapitated criminals were removed from her.
“Flare, the rebel and murderer of your brother. If you have anything left to say, I will listen. But I will not accept your pleas for your life.”
Flare glanced towards him at the King’s words, and instead of begging for her life, she smiled wryly.
“Oh, that’s very kind of you. By the way, where is the Queen, who is nowhere to be seen? I don’t see my beloved father either…….could it be that the Demon Lord killed him after sending out your troops several times?”
“…Let the executions begin.”
The crowd began to murmur at the words [Demon Lord] that Flare let slip, rather than the bitterness he wanted to hear, and the king immediately ordered the execution.
“Yes, do it please, then.”
At Alice’s words, the executioner pointed the blade of the guillotine at the thick rope from which it hung and raised the axe in a great swing.
“…”
Camille, who was moving among the people watching to see if he could somehow reduce the sentence, but it didn’t happen, and he just looked away from Flare, who was about to be killed, and noticed a white line like a shining path stretching out in the sparse clouds in the blue sky.
(…is that? )
“Ahahahahaha! Hear me, children of this land, my dear fools! I will not die, and you will not be spared. Hahahahahahaha!”
As Flare’s mocking laughter echoed, the executioner’s axe severs the noose, and an iron blade, weighing several dozen kilograms, fell on Flare’s neck–
*BAKIN’!!!
At that moment, a white figure jumped in like a light shining from the sky, and just before the iron blade touched Flare’s neck, a white fingertip stopped the blade piercing through the blade.
A graceful white dress fluttered softly.
The golden eyes that shone on her doll-like face.
Her long, distinctive ears protruding from her shiny jet-black hair that reached down to her waist.
In the silence that made everyone forget to breathe… Camille, who had presented the dress to a certain woman, to a beautiful elven girl who seemed to be between 15 and 16 years old. Flare widened her eyes and smiled at the girl, who looked up at her with her slender fingertips that had pierced an iron blade. The invader narrowed her eyes at Flare and said.
“Sorry, am I late?”
“Fufu, the party’s already started …Carol.”