Legend of the Moon Crystal
Chapter 121 "Love, the Most Frightening Existence"
His ears buzzed along with the sound of cheers and blasphemy that continued to be hurled at him. The girl tied to a wooden pole in front of the city gate was in terrible shape. The white shirt she wore was covered in blood, her blond hair was disheveled and cut on several sides. His head bowed, hiding the perfect face that was now stained by bruises and half-drying blood. The skin of the hands and feet is scratched by thorns that are deliberately wrapped around the rope that binds it.
This was the cruelest punishment in the kingdom, but none of the spectators there dressed in silk clothes felt sympathy with the girl bound at the stake, ready to be executed by the burning tongue of fire. The sobbing from Cecena in her servant's arms invited the tears of other servants close to Lova, but there was nothing they could do after seeing the weak state of Cecena helpless after receiving 20 lashes for trying to defend Lova. Though they knew, that Lova was the victim of jealousy and hatred from the princess.
“Hiks.. Hix.. Lova innocent.” Cecena squeaked softly amidst the faintness of her remaining consciousness before she closed her eyes, powerless to endure the pain from the lashings she had, just like Lova's.
Up there, Lova saw with a pair of faint beads, how people were gossiping about her, how they were treating her with trash, almost the same as when she first set foot in this kingdom, with a chain in her hand, she said, together with the people from the same kingdom as him, suffered like this.
His gaze fell on Veronica who was smiling a proud smile at him, and on a guard who stepped closer to her with a torch in his hand. It's the fire that will burn it.
Lova laughs in heart, “Miris once. I haven't even been able to see my parents. Accused of seducing Yang Muli Christopher, even now I am also accused of being a spy and traitor.”
“Burn! Burn it! Burn!”
As the guards threw the fire into the log, the flames widened along with the cheers of the nobles and the growing population. Just as the fire touched his feet, the sound of a sword clinking and the sound of a horse's footsteps rang out. Bronze was at the forefront of leading the troops to open the road, and along with that, a pair of green beads stared straight ahead with half-opened lips. His chest rumbled to look at the body of the girl he loved hiding behind the wall of fire with a pair of sad beads looking at him. He whispered to Bronze who was shivering beside him. “Save this place.”
Without saying anything to Christopher who immediately headed to Lova's place, Bronze immediately shouted out loudly. “Thank you for your swords!! Flatten this place and don't let a single person escape!!”
“YAAAA!!” The loud cries of Vlover warriors famous for their skill and ruthlessness managed to disperse the audience in panic, even the royal guards themselves quivered in fear.
Veronica who saw the arrival of the guards immediately ran for cover behind her father. “Ayahanda!!”
“How dare you!! STOP!” King Illes shouted loudly, but indiscriminately, soldier Christopher immediately raised his sword and cut off the neck of the King of the kingdom. Blood splashed out, and next there was only Veronica's restrained scream.
Christopher immediately jumped off his horse and was about to jump into the fire when Lova shouted, “Don't come here!”
“What do you mean!” Christopher ignored Lova's words and kept looking for a way in. He even swung his sword to cut through the wooden bars and ropes in order to open. Unfortunately, how hard he tried, instead he got injured in his hand because of the fire. The arrangement of wooden beams is very difficult to dismantle, especially with heat and smoke blocking.
“Bre*gsek!! Openup!!” Christopher roared with emotion.
"Stop!"
Lova looked at him trying to find a gap. He bit his lips, endured the burning heat and raised his voice. “CHRISTOPHER!!”
Trangs..
The young man dropped his sword when he saw Lova's difficult-to-understand gaze. He knelt down and stared at Lova who then rolled a smile in the middle of her face filled with pain and wounds. “Thank you for keeping your promise, Chris.”
“Thanks for coming back.”
Tears rolled, Lova closed her eyes and put on a smile. “I,”
Smoke billowed, and flames blazed. What Christopher could see and hear in the next second was Lova who gave him a smile and a sentence. I love you, even without my knowing it.
His chest rumbled, Christopher's gaze darkened and his breathing heaved. His right hand lifted, grabbed the sword, and ended up with heartbreaking screams and roars from time to time. Before there was only, the sea of blood and the Tyrant King were actually born.
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The light was floating in the air, hovering and soaring up before a pale hand grabbed him, catching him in his soft grasp. The man sat on a glowing purple horse, wearing a silk cloth wrapped around his slender body. Her face was beautiful, almost matching the beauty of the goddess of beauty. Her pinkish lips curled, but her manic looked sadly at the light in her hands. “Love is terrible, huh?” The horse floated above the clouds, with its mane and tail floating and wavy and dazzlingly wobbling, before their bodies vanished as if blown by the wind.
Yogurt, LX
