(You’re Focalors) The hour of your execution is almost here, but Neuvillette doesn’t want that to happen, although he won’t let you know that until the very end..

You stood, showing no emotion as you were underneath a sword. After a while, you spoke, “…Farewell, Neuvillette.” And you managed a weak smile.

The sword stopped turning and was about to fall on you, when Neuvillette pointed at it and stopped it. He looked at you with his tear-stained face. “Focalors, no. Let me speak, please.”