The Second Life's

LXXXIV - Execution Day (II)

I finally arrived at this horrible place. Yes, the Imperial Palace. A beautiful building full of bad memories for me. I got off the last train, assisted by Jack.

After being greeted, Jack escorted me and my three ladies to the west side of the palace. Precisely on the West balcony of the third floor, which leads directly to the courtyard where the execution was carried out. It's my first time—in life—seeing the execution process.

Of course, because I used to be not the audience, but the one who was executed.

The palace soldiers were already standing on standby in front of the balcony door. They bowed respectfully to me, then opened the balcony door so I could enter. My three ladies are waiting somewhere else. Maybe they were watching through the window quietly. I don't know.

There is still an hour until the execution begins. Execution officers from the High Court were busy with a hanging pole that Belka would use. The servant was also brought to that place. For a while, he was locked up in the Imperial Palace. My place before I died.

“Did the Franklin family arrive?” I asked Idris. Banalities. I've been sitting on an empty chair beside that Emperor.

“Ah, you have finally arrived,” said Idris sumringah. “They just arrived. Court officials have already directed them to the waiting room.”

“Oh, so.” I saw Ava on the roof of a building a little far from the palace. He must be impatient.

The people of Vanhoiren have started to come in droves to fill the execution page. They come out of curiosity, curiosity, and judgment. That's a natural thing.

“There's nothing else you do, right?” ask Idris.

“What do you mean?”

“Since this morning the upper class nobles have come to the palace to meet me. They tried to persuade me to forgive the Franklin family,” Idris said.

I smiled a little. “Then? You're worried if what's going to happen today makes those nobles corner you?”

“Uhm, yes.”

“Defending the wrong, huh? Those nobles have lost their minds because of power,”.

The sound of the trumpet from the execution page sounded extremely loud. Our conversation stopped there. Jack is again leading the execution today. He climbed onto the small podium and bowed to us.

The nobles are already sitting sweetly in a part that is far from the reach of the people. The soldiers numbering more than 40 people were already preparing at some point to avoid the commotion and unwanted things.

“All attendees. His Majesty Emperor XX, Idris Theodoric Vanhoiren. Her Majesty Queen XX, Charlotte Mikaela Vanhoiren. The nobles, as well as the venerable people of Vanhoiren. Today, the criminals will be put on trial for their own criminal acts,” Jack said. “They have deliberately wanted to harm the Queen blatantly. Injuring the Imperial family, it meant injuring the face of the Vanhoiren territory. That is, it is a big sin!”

Smart talk. No wonder the fool Idris believed him.

The nobles were shocked by that reason. Even the people shouted to me with sad words. I don't know what's on their minds.

Two soldiers were seen exiting the door leading to the prison. Belka was flanked by the two of them with their hands and feet tied. His face was almost completely out of shape. From his injuries, it was a still new wound.

He was beaten in prison.

“Pendosa!”

“Enemy Vanhoiren!”

“Yes! Die and hurry to hell!”

People have fragile hearts. If the person on display is a criminal, they will easily curse the person. If the person on display is a man of character, they are competing to give beautiful words to the person.

People's opinions were as easy as turning the palm of the hand if a member of the Imperial family were to speak, or there was evidence that they felt made sense.

I saw Belka's body shivering in the cold. No, he's scared. His head was unable to lift because of his own fear. Where's the courage she had when she spoke to me without the influence of magic?

Am I someone that cannot be feared? Ah, I hope that's not true.

“He was the servant who was ordered to stab Her Majesty Queen XX. Because of his fatal mistake, today, he will be given a hanging sentence,” Jack said.

Belka thrashed at the moment to be raised to a small chair. One of the soldiers slapped him until he was silent. The people cheered happily. Belka was silent at last.

Along with his body that looks more trembling, my chest tight.Yes, I was a bit afraid of the rope hanging by himself that is now coiled around Belka's neck. Feels like I'm the one currently in Belka's position.

Idris pulled my face to be in his arms. As I tried to get away from her, she held my head in order to stay in that position. I can hear his heartbeat.

If only it stopped ...

“Stay like this. I don't want you to see it,” said Idris.

Bizarrely. His words are more human than they have been in recent years. Like Idris I met for the first time. Wait, why should I think about that? Sillier.

“I can still hold it. Stop spoiling me,” I said annoyed. Idris finally let me go. I can breathe a sigh of relief now.

“If you're not strong, don't force it.”

I just kept quiet and focused on seeing Belka who was now moving around with a weight resting on her neck. He would feel a burning sensation within his body, tightness, and suffering.

Then, in the remains of the last breath he had. He will see the memories he once had. In his brain will appear many questions, “why am I in this situation?”, “what good have I done so far?”,, “what will my parents think when I am not there?”, and many more desperate questions from him.

Why would I know that? Because I've experienced it myself.

Belka's body is no longer moving. He has left this world forever. May the Goddess of Virtue forgive Belka's sins in life.

Now, the main course will soon be issued by the court clerk.

Belka's lifeless body, left hanging. Court officials escorted Marquess Franklin, along with her wife Marchioness Franklin. All the upper class nobles are looking at me with glaring gazes. Their eyes seemed to want to jump out of place.

Very amusing. They preferred an upper class noble to be vile in comparison to their own Queen.

“In front of you this is Marquess Benjamin Antoine Franklin and also his wife Marchioness Gracie Nicholson Franklin, the mastermind behind the attempted murder of the Queen,”.