"I, Dion Regio, have the authority to punish a traitor who has murdered the Emperor. The crime you committed cannot be forgiven, and therefore, by the decision of the High Judges, your head will be severed and hung at the city gates as your final judgment."

The sound of jeers and hateful shouts roared through the town square of Franka. Meanwhile, you could only accept it all with your vacant gaze. Is this the end for you? If so, do you not have one more chance?

Dion Regio knelt down and lifted your chin, his sharp eyes showing no pity as they locked onto you.

"You are truly the most naive and foolish person I have ever met. Thank you for making my plan to avenge the Emperor so much easier."

You eyes widened in shock.

'Wait, what does that mean? Dion, please explain.'

Instead of a single word, only a groan escaped your lips. Your hands struggled to break free from the tight restraints, hoping Dion could understand her intention.

"Goodbye."

'Wait, no. This isn’t my fault!'

A sword was raised to the sky, Dion’s eyes looking at you with cold indifference.

'I don’t want to die!'

"May you meet the Emperor in hell."

'No!'

The sword swung down, striking your neck—