A chasing rain follows the White Sword of Illudia. And along Albrecht's face line, raindrops fell from the tip of his nose and from the tip of his chin.
Albrecht sweeps his wet blonde hair once, and looks down at Fabriccio, Moroni's current week on his knees.
“Do you have any last words? ”
Fabricio raises his head slowly, looks at Albrecht and says:
“There's no way I can live……? I can do whatever you want me to do......”
Albrecht answered Fabricio's question with confidence.
“Give me your head. ”
Fabricio takes his eyes off Albrecht powerlessly. You turn your head back to look at your merchants. Among them was his son.
The particulars of the current week consisted mostly of families. So, those without grandchildren were the end of the family here. Moronini did.
Fabricio does not feel even the void. I just couldn't think of anything. I put my head forward.
Albrecht tosses the sword in his left hand to Randolph next to him. Randolph grabs the Illudian sword with one hand.
Albrecht grabs Ilydia by his hands and looks up to the side of his face, and there's a blurred vision in the air.
With the exception of Randolph, those around him, including the knights, have not even seen Albrecht wield his sword.
Fabricio's head is neatly separated from his body and rolls the floor. Every time the heart pumped, blood gushed from the cut edge of the neck.
Blood splattered on the wet ground and became soil and muddy. Then he followed the water path and passed in front of the other parties waiting next to him.
They simply gaze quietly at Fabricio's blood passing before them.
Surprisingly, Fabricio's severed head seemed to be conscious for a while. But soon, the life out of his eyes disappeared.
You cut it so neatly, there was not a drop of blood on the Illudian white corpse.
“Ah.”
“Oh, my God. ”
People close their eyes or sigh as soon as they come. The villagers who were watching from afar blindfolded them.
I'm in charge of an Axis of the League of Merchants and the most powerful man in Lucretia has died in vain.
But that was the second strike, and the sight of a man's head being separated from his body gave him a truly unspeakable fear.
In fact, cutting a man's head in one fell swoop was a difficult technique. Only, the Shin Sword Illudia's unmatched sharpness and Albrecht's skill doesn't matter at all.
“Clean up the body. ”
Albrecht told me that the end of Morosini's staff nearby came forward to collect the body.
I carefully wrapped my head in a cloth and listened to several people who were still spurting blood from the cutting edge.
Albrett said, as people pick up the body and leave.
“Next.”
Fabricio's son, who's waiting in the back, gives a blank look. One of the knights grabs you roughly, due to the fall of Earl.
“Ugh.”
He falls to the ground as the knight makes sure he doesn't get his strength into him. But the knights didn't give a damn.
You did not strike him as before, but as if you were begging for death in front of Albrecht. The knight knelt him on his knees and positioned him.
Albrecht looks down at him and says,
“Do you have any last words? ”
He looks up at Albrecht slowly, like his father.
“I want to confess, I want to confess. ”
Albrecht nods and calls for a prepared bishop nearby. The bishop was the one who saw the funeral at Randolph's wedding.
He looks at Albrecht with frightened eyes. Albrecht gives them space for a moment.
The death penalty confession has begun. He told all the bishops about his sins. The bishop who was listening to the death penalty confession held out his tongue.
When I heard the confession of the rural villagers, I was surprised when I heard the confession of the merchant who was plotting and plotting in the city.
All sorts of unimaginable crimes and criminals poured from his mouth like smoke.
A moment later, the bishop painted a sign with a frozen expression to see if the confession was over, and placed his hand on the head of the condemned man. You mutter something and turn your head to look at Albrecht. It was a sign that it was over.
Albrecht approaches without a word and prepares to strike the sword. He closes his eyes and sticks out his head.
I saw another blurry vision, and I felt strangled. Employees were collecting the bodies, and Albrecht said as quietly as possible, excluding emotions.
“Next.”
The next guy comes out, his throat is cut off. Albrecht asks me if I have one last thing to say. It felt like some prescribed procedure. I was impressed by the brains of the knights who were watching it.
The death row inmates either left a note of love for their families, confessed to the bishop, or fell in love at all. There were no surprising protesters.
Ten people who had come to Morosini's debate were all dead. They were all the sons or cousins of the Lord.
Truly, one of Lucretia's merchants, an entire family, flew away.
Perhaps Albrecht's beheading was not about beheading people, it was about beheading the city itself.
Albrecht executed the Giannis, just the way he decapitated the people of the Moronini family.
After a while, the people who were watching around did not feel bored. They watched closely as one person was beheaded.
Soon, Michelle's third turn came. Albrecht stands before Bernardo, a gifted reader, looking at the human face.
“Do you have any last words? ”
He looks up at Albrecht and smiles boldly.
“I, my youngest son, have one last thing to say. ”
Fortunately, he had a son who was not on his side. Albrecht gives you a bold nod.
Among the people watching the decapitation around him, a boy who looked like he was in his mid-teens came forward. The stranger seemed to see it as a relationship between grandfather and grandson.
The boy looked terrified. Unlike my father, I had a look on my face. The son knelt face-to-face with his father at eye level. Bernardo smiles and says to his son,
“You shouldn't live like me. Don't be afraid to speak your mind. Even if you lose your life. You don't have to walk the path of a merchant. Knights are good, soldiers are good. Do what you love. I'm sorry.”
For the first time, the boy said to himself warmly by his father who did not feel like a man, his face quickly distorted and he shed tears. Tears fell to the ground mixed with rainwater.
Bernardo touches his youngest son's shoulders with a warm smile. You nod, looking at Albrecht, to see if you're ready.
“Step aside.”
Albrecht said indifferently. Bernardo's youngest son looks up at Albrecht in tears.
“Your Majesty. Can I die instead? ”
On the boy's desperate request, Albrecht simply turns to the knight. The knight approaches the boy and grabs him in an evil manner.
The boy was dragged away and hurriedly looked at his father. Bernardo still looks at his youngest son with a warm smile, head down and head forward. Like the people before him, his neck fell out.
Soon, one or two of his assistants stepped forward. Among them were those who came to give Albrecht an Elven letter. They also dropped their heads.
After cutting off all of Michelle's men's throats, Iludian swords bleed.
At the time of the slaughter, there was no blood, but after that, the blood spurted from the throat was slightly bitten. Blood flows from the end of the elongated blade mixed with rainwater.
With the seat in place, Albrecht does not wield his sword lightly and shear blood. The blade is a little dull due to the sticky blood knot, but Albrecht is not a problem.
The place that slashed the heads of the dead continued to be swept away by the rain. After killing so many in the same place in such a short time, there is a small stream of blood.
“Next.”
Albrecht once again empathizes. The last of the Contarini people came out. Giovanni comes to the front of the Blood Creek and kneels.
The Contrarians were deeply in love with Albrecht. I was quite well with them when I was Lord of Oberburn.
And thanks to them, it was also breathtaking to rule the territory.
Among them, Valentina helped a lot in the early days of difficulty. Albrecht pauses, but then looks down at Giovanni and says office.
“Do you have any last words? ”
Giovanni looks up at Albrecht and smiles nervously. In his eyes, there was not even the slightest bit of light against Albrecht.
“Can you call Diego? ”
Albrecht hesitates, but nods. A knight in Albrecht's name brought Diego to watch the site from afar.
It was graceful and firm on a firm figure. However, his head and beard looked pathetic in the rain and sadness. Albrecht does not make eye contact with him.
“Come closer. ”
As Giovanni speaks, Diego approaches his father-in-law and kneels with him at eye level.
“You used to be, you know, a merchant a long time ago, right? Used to work for the Sylvio family. In fact, I was the one who killed Sylvio's grandfather. Vincenzo inherited it, left for Anglia, lost track of everything. ”
Diego's expression was frozen, but not too surprised by Giovanni's confession. I was just curious. Why are you telling me this now?
Giovanni smiles at his son-in-law and says,
“Sylvio was much rougher than Moronini back then. I've always loved my home, the city I was born and raised in, Lucretia. That's it, nothing personal. ”
In the past Diego worked for a merchant named Sylvio. I was young at the time, of course, and not long ago, there was no attachment to the Sylvio family.
But Sylvio's party was assassinated and the tide started to fall, and Vincenzo left for Anglia too far to reverse it.
And on the way back, I was captured by the mercenary commander, living hell with Elena, Martina and Anna. Then, it was saved by Albrecht.
“I won't ask for forgiveness. But don't blame the king. Karma. Karma... God saw it all... Please ask Rodrigo. You'd make a great kid. ”
The reason Giovanni brought up the past was to break Diego's heart and remind him of Albrecht's grace.
If Diego holds a grudge against Albrecht, there will be nothing left but destruction.
Giovanni always knew there was something worse than the worst, even when things went wrong and he got caught up in this extreme situation. Please, I just wanted the rest of us and Lucretia to be free.
Giovanni nods quietly, his head out in front of him.
“Step aside, Diego. ”
Diego, who fell to his knees and stared at his father-in-law, looks up at Albrecht and says, He said sadly, knowing that he couldn't do it.
“Now, mercy. Your Majesty, have mercy. ”
Gear says to me, "Your Majesty." Albrecht was on his way to the king, continuing to lose his personal life.
Albrecht does not answer, and Diego is dragged away by the knights. The sword swings. Giovanni's throat falls. With this, all of Lucretia's heads have been cut off.
The rain was still pouring, trying to wash away Illudian white swords covered in blood.
No matter how clean you cut it, the blood spurted from your neck was splattered and your liver was on Albrecht's clothes.
You hear Albrecht's indifferent voice.
“Next.”
Then Giovanni's sons, cousins, died. Finally, Valentina comes forward. Diego, who was watching from afar, finally collapses.
Albrecht looks at Valentina's slender neck, kneeling down and holding out her head. He just wipes the Illudian blade with his sleeve. Then he reaches out to Randolph next to him.
“Give me the sword. ”
Randolph gives the sword to his master without a word. Albrecht puts Ilydia in the sword, and hands her head out to Valentina on her knees.
“You have other things to do. I need you to be my front man. ”
Valentina was not afraid to die. I just felt confident that I was going where my family had gone.
Nevertheless, Albrecht holds out his sword unexpectedly, and she looks down at the sword next to his face. It was a sword stained with the blood of my father, brothers and sisters, and cousins.
Valentina looks up at Albrecht, slowly correcting her posture without any panic.
“You are a cruel man. He wasn't like this before. ”
Albrecht's expression was simply indifferent. It wasn't Albrecht who was an old, young, rural hillbilly. Perhaps now, the indifference is not less than a zigmund.
Albrecht slaughtered the Bedouins, and now he thinks he can't even insult Philipp.
Whatever sadness Valentina felt, Albrecht had nothing to do with it. There was only one thing left to do as king.
< 201 > End