Isaac

“Die, you rascal! ”

“My family was in Milos, you murderer! ”

“Cursed be death, you wannabe! ”

“Wow, so much for the confessor. No. I've never used it before. Is that right? Ah! I wish I knew. ”

You gaze at Isaac muttering in disgust. Even though I wasn't a sinner, when I saw the eyes mixed with people's hatred and anger, my poppy froze, and Isaac was buried like a picnic.

Isaac's chariot makes its way into the street, and the crowd is waiting to throw dirt at him with a swearing speech. The wagon is full of people who can hardly pass by, and the security staff rush through the area.

The central plaza of Gabelin, which arrived through the crowds, was a very large plaza where around 100,000 people could gather only at important events of the empire at the front gate of the imperial palace.

“Whoa!”

Isaac whistled secretly to Isaac as the crowd gathered around him shouted, and the security guards swallowed and sweated.

“Is everyone here to see me? Heheheheh. What's his popularity...? ”

No way. These are crowds gathering to see what the mission will look like on the live broadcast screen through the gate. The mission that crossed the gate was scheduled to arrive here in Gabelin that day, not just for Isaac's trial. Isaac's trial was practically a proactive event.

As Isaac's wagon passed by through the path leading to the palace gate, his profanity spilled, but he could not desecrate the streets, so there was no dirt spilled at all.

The palace gate had to pass through another gate through a double wall. It was not an exaggeration that another square was held as the anniversary or succession ceremony was held here due to the nature of the imperial court refusing to exist other than the royal family.

The guards, handed over to the guards, turn Isaac's hands behind their back, put him in handcuffs, and bring him to the center of the square on his knees.

Isaac looks around on his knees. There was a chair and a desk that looked like a trial seat on the front and a staircase seat on either side.

Isaac's trial is only a pre-trial event, and whether it is the main purpose of formally welcoming the ambassadors to visit is to stand tall with the handle of the sword rising to chest height, slammed on the ground with the tip of the sword.

The guards lay dead on the walls, bearing flags engraved with symbols from the Imperial Court, Pendleton and other noble families. You can see that the guards in the black-and-white, gorgeous armor have taken quite a bit of notice of the visit to the delegation.

Let the guards flee to the square outside the gates, peering at the spectacular views of the inner city square and the guards who have no life to spare. ’With a friction sound, the heavy gate was closed.