She Retaliated Because Her Entire Family Was Wrongfully Executed. And Thoroughly at That!

The day of the trial came.

Those to be tried were supposed to wait in order as they had breakfast. It has already been decided that Shukul, the third prince, will be the first to stand trial.

After about an hour of breakfast, the Zalbvail minister came in during a glance. The minister who came in between the sights opened his mouth when he looked at everyone.

"We'll have more trials than this."

A look of tension appeared on everyone's face in the minister's words.

"I will be tried by His Royal Highness the Third Prince Shukl"

"Okay."

Shukl says, looking straight into the minister's eyes without a shudder. Then the minister nodded quietly and left between glances about behind the minister. No one speaks to Shukle.

(Mother, as a royal family, I must take responsibility for this matter. Please don't forget that.)

Shukl squeaks so in his heart as he turns his gaze to Chilari and his mother Alluris. During the past week, Shukl preached his responsibilities as a royal family to his mother, Ariulis, but he was not convinced.

Shukl follows behind the minister and walks inside the Imperial Castle. Every time he sees blood creeping around and it turns black, Shukuru feels disgusted by his sense of responsibility as an imperial family.

(if you don't even imitate like truncate Zalbvail...... no, it's too late already)

Shukl mocks himself in his heart. Now Shukl thought there was nothing he could do.

"Right here."

The place guided by the minister is a room within the Imperial Castle, a room used in the presence of the Emperor, etc.

Giggly......

There was a simple courtroom there that would have been improvised when the heavy doors opened. On the front is the Zalbbail family, surrounded by Zalbbail ministers alongside the Zlari.

There was still room for two or three hundred people in a conference room just like the one where your previous meeting would be held.

Sit down, defendant.

Emilis, Krum's squire standing beside the Zalbbail family, tells Schkl. Shukl honestly follows Emilis' instructions. It is no longer prudent to defy at this stage.

As Shukl sat in the defendant's seat, Olt, the Zalbbail principals, nodded quietly as he looked around.

"I'm going to sit down more than this."

All rise to the words of Orto and he gives a token. Of course, Shukl gave a token that he would stand up. Olt urges everyone to take a seat when he urges them to sit by hand.

Stand up, defendant.

Shukl stood up to Ort's instructions. Emilis then read out the indictment.

"The defendant, the third prince of the Fildmelk Empire Shkl, the right, is to be held accountable as having borne the burden of inhumane acts against Zalbbail. It seeks the death penalty pursuant to Article 38 of the Zalbbail Penal Code"

Shukl listens quietly to Emilis. Those in Zalbvail knew that they were trying to keep calm, but that their fingertips were shaking slightly. But no one mocks it.

It was a consciousness that we shouldn't be turning our mockery around because we were listening to Shukle's readiness from the Zalbbail family.

"Does the defendant have anything to contest?

To Ort's words Shkl quietly shakes his neck beside him.

"Right. So can we just say we'll admit the prosecution facts?

Shukl nodded quietly at Ort's inquiry.

"The facts of the indictment cannot be escaped as the royal family of our Fildmelk. As a member of the royal family, I need to take responsibility for the massacre of Zalbbail, and I intend to take responsibility for the exile against the people of the Empire. Therefore, I will accept the facts of the indictment and assume my responsibilities by being sentenced."

When Shukl speaks out in a firm tone, they all face a sinking pain. Slightly twelve, it is clear that nothing has been done directly against the massacre of Zalbvail, albeit by the royal family.

"Um, indeed, His Highness Shukl (...) has no direct responsibility. But you are royal. We need to do more than be royalty. I can't help you."

In Ort's words Shkl nodded as he stared straight at Ort.

"Exactly. Help is an insult to me, for example. I, as royalty, will do my last duty."

Ort opened his mouth when he nodded at Shukl's words.

"Third Prince Shukl, you shall be sentenced with your own death"

A relieved air emanated from between the zalbvails in Ort's words. The death penalty is unshakeable, but the way it dies is far from ridicule.

"Thank you"

Shukl quietly praises when he stands up. Schuckle knew that death was no longer inevitable, but he wanted to avoid public executions.

"Prince Shukr, we would have been happier to each other if you had been the object of our loyalty."

"I can't even say it now. Thank you for your warmth."

Shkle laughs slightly bitterly. Seeing that smile, Ort declared.

"I adjourn with that."

In the wake of Ort's words, Shkl was taken as he was to another place. And then Emilia, who was sitting beside Orto, took a seat. The family silently dropped Emilia off.

Shukl didn't know where he would be taken, but he only understood that he was going to die now.

(Ha, I'd rather die less painfully if I could. Well, it's better than a public execution)

It was his own private room where Shukl was put through. Shukl exhaled as he entered his chamber, which was intact without being vandalized.

Shukl runs letters on paper as he heads to his desk. I'm writing a suicide note.

(If you will remain a commandment for future generations)

Shukl began writing about why Fildmelk was doomed, and tried to write down his mindset as an exchanger. Given the age of twelve, I would say that the text is splendid.

My chamber was knocked when I finished writing a suicide note with a short but intense message. The door opened faster than I could respond, and there Emilia was taking Amis and Helen.

"Dear Emilia"

Shkle smiles and speaks to Emilia. Emilia nodded with an indescribable look on her face.

So Emilia is my bearer.

"Yes."

"That was good. It's an unwanted pleasure to have Emilia as your guest of honor."

"Why not?

"It's easy. I admired Emilia."

"Were you?

"Even so, it's stronger that I admired him, not a love affair."

Emilia laughs small at Shukl's words. For Emilia, Shukle was like a pretty little brother.

"Okay, please."

Shukl lowered his head toward Emilia when he said so.

"Yeah, I get it"

Emilia puts the tea set that Amis had on the table and pours the tea when she turns her gaze to Amis.

"It's not poisonous wine, is it?"

"His Highness Shukl is still twelve."

"Yes, sir. I will follow Emilia's words."

When Shukuru enjoyed the aroma of the poured tea, he drank it all at once. After placing the teacup quietly on the saucer for a while, a sudden drowsiness struck the shkull.

"Your Highness Shukl, rest here"

When Emilia said so, she took Shukl's hand and took him to bed. Shkle falls straight into bed. The drowsiness of that moment is not very resistant.

"Dear Emilia... Please..."

"Yes. What is it?

"Would you hold my hand?

"Understood."

Emilia obeys Shukl's words honestly. Emilia was feeling a little temperature loss from her gripped hand.

"hehe... emili... a... sa... ma... snack... na... sa..."

Shukl quietly closes his eyes when he tells Emilia that. Shru swallowed is the secret poison of Zalbvail, which brings intense drowsiness and quietly stops the heartbeat as it is. Shukuru walked through the gates of the dead without suffering.

"Lady..."

"I know. His Royal Highness Shukl has worked hard, so let him sleep a little."

"Okay."

Emilia says that to Amis, she mouths Shukle. From Emilia's mouth, her temper enters Shukl's body. When he wakes up, Shukl will wake up as an undead.

"Rest, Your Highness... have a good dream"