Pseudo-Villaines

Execution

"Welcome, Jean. It's nice to see you again after all this time."

In the castle grounds, Jean is greeted by two men wearing masks of White and Black Wolves. The cold atmosphere that had once covered Jean was now warming. A sincere smile appeared on Jean's lips.

"Yes, welcome back, Mar, Nina. Sorry to bother you with so many things. I'm glad to see you both again."

The two men wearing the wolf masks took it off, and two faces that Jean was very familiar with were seen. Mar and Nina. From the beginning, Jean gave them the task of being by Count Feldberg's side as an advisor and helped him to rebel against Duke Eisen.

"By the way, sir..why are you dragging Count Feldberg like that?"

Jean looked back and laughed.

"You know how else. There is no one I can ask for help above. So, please call someone and bring this person. Just put him in the cart."

Mar and Nina looked at each other, then laughed. As they had expected from his master, he had not changed at all!

"Alright, I will order someone to bring Count Feldberg. More importantly, Mr. Jean, the troops led by Miss Rose will arrive tomorrow. Until then, we will finish off the remnants of the resistance in Nebelhorn."

"Good job, Mar. But it's not necessary. Pull your men and let them rest. I'm sure they were exhausted by yesterday's siege. You guys too, rest. I'll destroy them with my own hands."

Mar and Nina try to resist him. But this is an order. Not requests. There was no choice left for them other than to comply. The two ask permission to leave and leave Jean.

"This supposedly beautiful city was destroyed. It's time anyway. This country must accept a new leader."

Jean casually walked out of the castle area. Arriving at the gate, he was confronted by the men who had slaughtered the knights.

Jean knows who they are. Mar had told him a while ago in a letter. He said that he deliberately recruited bandits to join the Feldberg count force. Not for nothing. Mar deliberately did this to add to Count Feldberg's sin.

And it's like that. Basically, the people who messed up in this city were the bandits. Of course, all the blame would be bestowed on Count Feldberg.

"look around! Looks like there's still one of Eisen's men left! Ahaha!"

"The clothes look very expensive! He must be a rich man's son! Uh, could he be Duke Eisen's illegitimate son!?"

"It looks like that!"

So rowdy. Their foul mouths spout disgusting words. Considered an illegitimate son of Duke Eisen makes him sick. Jean has a happy family despite being separated.

Their laughter is also bad. Such a creature does not deserve to live. So, Jean decided to destroy them all here.

Jean compressed the energy around him, turning the natural energy around him into a very sharp one. Plucking his finger, the energy he had processed was shot, making the bodies of the bandits chopped like flesh cut into pieces by a large knife.

"Superficial, killing them doesn't make me happy. Well, that means they deserve to die so there's no problem."

Jean continued on her journey. Every time he saw the army of count Feldberg who was messing up, he immediately killed him without mercy and without speaking anything.

Of course, he didn't kill them all. They are free labor candidates. Killing them for no reason was futile. It would be more useful to lock them up in a detention camp and force them to work without pay.

In just one day, Jean single-handedly defeated the entire army of Count Feldberg. Tomorrow, when Rose comes, he won't have to bother breaking through the city. The door for him was wide open.

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Teared. Count Feldberg's consciousness had yet to fully accumulate. His eyes were still twitching and his body felt extremely limp. The air feels cold. His nose can smell very unpleasant.

When his consciousness had recovered, Count Feldberg realized that his body was not wearing a single piece of clothing. Slowly, the pain began to strike all over his body, along with the increasingly cold air.

"Where..me?"

His hands and feet are tied. He could not move his body freely.

"You're awake, count Feldberg. Welcome, this is the place where you used to torture people for personal gratification. The chains that bind your legs and hands are the same chains you use to tie your targets."

From behind him, a young man suddenly opened his mouth. It didn't take long to know who this guy was. Jean. It was he who made himself unconscious and finally reached this place.

He wanted to curse Jean, but his mouth was locked. It was as if his tongue was not allowed to say anything. All he could do was listen to everything Jean said.

"As I promised, I will give you to your people. And now, some people who volunteered as representatives have come. Oi, you can come in!"

Just then, five people entered the room. Count Feldberg did not recognize them at all, yet the five people exuded a strong hatred towards him. In the past, he could finish them off easily. But his condition now makes him unable to do anything.

"They are the ones you hurt, Count Feldberg. You take their son and wife and then rape* and kill her once you're satisfied. Not only that, you even kicked them out of his house and took all the possessions they had fought for. Oh, how cruel."

Jean smiled cunningly. He called out to the five men and gave each of them one dagger. He was whispering something to them. Count Feldberg had no idea what Jean was talking about.

But the five men did not care about the confusion of Count Feldberg. They just came up to him and started skinning him. Yes, Count Feldberg was skinned alive.

Realizing what was happening to him, count Feldberg let out a scream and thrashed. Extremely painful pain throughout his body.

"ARGGGHH.....NAY! NOOOOO!! PLEASE HENTIKAAANN!! LT HURTS! SAKKIIIT!!! AAAARGHHH!!"

Although he screamed and thrashed, no one cared about him. The five people were still skinning him while Jean laughed as if watching a comedy show.

After he died, Jean sculpted his body in downtown Feldberg and allowed the entire population to spit, beat, and stomp on it. Only three days later, his rotting corpse was lowered and burned to ashes.

The ashes were then mixed with rotten food and given to starving pigs.