—4E, 201, Last Seed, 17th, 8:00 a.m.

Emile is biting on a doughnut and walking towards the storm gate of Solitary City.

She had short purple hair and a darkened face that was completely different from that of the Nords, and she was petite, still looking fluffy even in the smallest plush gown, and her fur collar almost obscured half of her face, but the dusty boots on the little girl's feet proved that she had not just left some ball.

Solitude, located on the seafront at the northwestern tip of Skyrim Province, sits on a massive rock as high as a bridge that crosses the river and joins the end of the Sea of the Dead Delta, and its entrance is guarded by two gates and three towers.

"Holy Spirit above, when did you go out? Mistress Alicifer has been looking for you for a long time. ”

The guard at the gate of the city was wearing chain mail, wearing a dark brown smock, and the steel shield in his hand was painted with the image of a wolf's head symbolizing Dugu City, and the guard's tone of relief could be felt even through the full-face helmet.

“…… Tulius, snatched my doughnut. Amy showed the grocery bag hidden in her sleeve: "Do you want it?" ”

"No, thank you for your generosity." The guard's voice was a little stiff.

Feel free to give it to others, but it's not allowed to snatch it from her hands, right?

Seven days earlier, General Tulius had gone out on the hunt for the High King of the High King, and had taken the doughnut that Emile was holding, "Good luck to me," he said at the time.

As a result, this little girl didn't understand this kind of behavior of asking for blessings before going on the expedition, but directly chased after it to get it back? The general, however, pursued her on horseback, and must have been taken aback when he saw her.

Since she had always liked to wander around, she often did not return to the Blue Palace, and it was not until the blonde Alicifer, who had been busy two days ago, began to look for her.

"If you go in now, you'll still have time to meet Rogieville." He stiffened and changed the subject.

“…… What happened to him? Emile ate the donut in his mouth and took out a new one.

"I think he should be beheaded, after all, he is accused of treason." The guard said.

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"They can't hurt Uncle Rogieville, he's innocent!"

A short walk into the Stormgate, Amir was knocked into her arms by a girl smaller than her.

“…… What the? She shoved the last donut to the girl, who was Swari, the innkeeper's daughter, whose face was a little rounded by how often she fed her.

"Edith and Atta are going to kill Rogville, Amir, stop them!" Swaris clutched at her clothes and didn't let go.

"All in place." Amir heard the muffled voice of Edith, the captain of the Dugu City Guard, ring on the torture platform on the side of the gate, and standing next to him was Atta, a stout executioner with a black cloth hood on his head with a huge decapitating axe.

In Skyrim, the lack of supplies makes it impossible to hold criminals for varying periods of time depending on their behavior, as in the Imperial Capital Province, in which case the prison is the equivalent of a free hotel for some people.

Therefore, except in exceptional circumstances, there are only three types of penalties for offenders, fines, imprisonment (without food) and beheading.

"Swari, you'd better go home immediately, there's nothing to see here." A young man dressed as an innkeeper approached and pulled the little girl away from Emir.

"You can tell her that her uncle is a scumbag who betrayed the Empire." Another woman, dressed in the same way as the youth, said contemptuously.

"Uncle Rogieville is not a scumbag!" The little girl glared at her.

Amir couldn't figure out why the brothers, who worked at the city gate and the inn, respectively, had provoked the hotel's cook, and she just reached out and gave Swari a thumbs up.

"Rogville, after Ulfric Stormcloak's assassination of the High King Toig, you were the one who helped him escape from Solitary City." Captain Edith was holding a clipboard announcing his crimes, his bald head glistening in the sun.

It is said that he is the most likely person to take over the position of General Tulius, could it be that one of the necessary conditions to become a general is to be bald?

"You betrayed us!" "You traitor!" The crowd watching the execution was passionate.

It's strange, obviously the people in the Blue Palace are very calm, and even a little happy, how can these people ......

As Emile silently walked through the crowd, he paid special attention to the loudest mentioners: Gala, the vegetable merchant in Brighton, who had been fined by Rogville for being patrolled several times for shoddy, Belland, the Nord blacksmith, who specialized in forging weapons for the Empire, but Amir had spoken to his apprentice about sympathizing with the Storm Cloak, and Garrera, a wurmite who had been caught in prison by Rogville for a few days for trying to approach the lighthouse in the middle of the night.

Well...... It's funny.

"—You opened the door for him, that is, you betrayed all the inhabitants of Dugu City, and now you are convicted of treason and executed by beheading!" Captain Edith continues to pronounce the sentence.

Gates? Emile thought back to Dugu City's city defense system.

The first of the three towers, known as the Tower of Babel, is located at the crossroads, and the nearby road is full of barricades, and it will serve as the first line of defense in wartime, but its main role is to serve as an early warning lookout.

The second tower and a small gate, as the inhabitants of Solitary City call the Gate of Wailing, the besieging army, if any, would have to weep out in the light of the narrow path.

The last, and certainly the most impressive, is the Storm Gate, a giant door made of ebony, strengthened by magic and indestructible, without any handles or locks in itself, usually ajar, and once completely closed due to an emergency, it can only wait for the guards on the city walls to open it.

So, Rogville, a busy man who has a long list of duties such as patrolling the city, clearing out bandits, guarding the Blue Palace, and keeping watch at the lighthouse, fell into trouble when he once again volunteered to help others?

"That's not an assassination! The Ulfric Stormcloak challenged the High King with dignity and defeated him head-on! Rogville, who had short hair and a face that was handsome among the rugged Nords, retorted loudly, stripped of his guard armor and dressed only in a linen prison uniform, shivering in the cold wind: "This is our tradition, the tradition of the Nords and the Skyrim Province since ancient times! ”

The so-called Nord tradition is that everything that speaks with muscle and strength, and if you like someone's things, you go to him and ask him for a duel, during which magic and enchanted weapons are not allowed, and if the challenge fails, the other party is left to deal with it.

Of course, in the case of an unequal identity and cost, the duel party can completely refuse, but as the leader of the Storm Cloak, Ufric challenged the High King of Skyrim Province over the sovereignty of Skyrim.

As the boss of the nine fiefdom lords of Skyrim Province, the position of the Supreme King has always been jointly elected by all the lords, and it is generally agreed that it is held by the lord of Dugu City, the first city, but as the lord of the second largest city, Wind Helm City, after Ulfric raised the anti-flag, half of the lords who supported him no longer paid attention to the order of the Supreme King.

As a result, he lost.

"Phew—" boos erupted, apparently disagreeing with the spectators, a tradition that was no different from banditry in the eyes of most of the Empire, who had no chance to see duels between nobles, and more of a bandit who had gathered in the wilderness.

During the constant conflict between the Stormcloak and the Empire, the bandits around the town became more and more arrogant as the guards were drawn to fight, which made most of them have little affection for the Stormcloak.

Poof, Captain Edith reached out and knocked Rogville to the execution table.

"I'll remember you, Rogieville, you used to be a good man." He said.

"Heh......" Rogville whispered, "Today, I will return to Songard. ”

After waiting for a moment, Atta's decapitator didn't fall, and the crowd around him began to buzz and noisy.

"Atta?" Captain Edith looked at the executioner suspiciously.

"Captain......" Atta stood crookedly in an eerie position, as if something was pressing him on his shoulder.

Looking closely, the bald captain of the guard noticed that there seemed to be a transparent figure there, and after trying to distinguish it carefully, he finally found a little girl sitting on the shoulder of the executioner, holding the back of the decapitator axe with one hand to prevent it from falling.

Although he could get rid of the clamp with a little force, looking at Atta's appearance, he obviously didn't dare.

"Your Highness, please don't mess around." Edith lowered his voice and said, "He let the assassin go, he can't be pardoned casually." ”

“…… Assassin? Amir tilted his head: "Toig is not dead. ”

"My Highness—" Edith was going crazy, but he couldn't call the High King by his name with her, "Even if you don't think of Ufric as an assassin, he's the leader of the rebels, and letting go of such a person is undoubtedly treason, right?" ”

“…… Windhelm City is not part of the Empire? Amy asked rhetorically.

"This-" Even though everyone knew that the Lord of Stormhelm City, Ulfric Storm Cloak, had openly rebelled against the Empire and controlled half of the territory of Skyrim Province, Edith didn't dare to nod his head in response, it was just a rebel, and it definitely didn't reach the level of "other countries".

"He cannot be pardoned directly by you unless he is ordered by the High King." He finally replied stiffly.

The leader of the Storm Cloak probably didn't expect this little highness from the empire to be so powerful, the long-lost dragon roar would be blocked by a little girl, and the High King Toig was just blown away and hit the wall and needed to recuperate for a while.

"Order from the High King-" A guard with a completely different armor system than the Dugu City guard, but more deadly and ornate, ran over, stood in front of the execution table, took out an order, and loudly announced: "Complete pardon for Rogville's crimes!" ”

Edith breathed a sigh of relief, the uniform belonged to the Sharp-Eyed Eagle, the personal guard of Emperor Jarrell Septin II, and the herald was the captain of the squad that had been ordered to protect His Highness, Razhe Parasos.

"Why is this like this-" "Atta, your axe is blunt—"

The ordinary residents gradually dispersed, and Edith took the order, smiled wryly and pointed to Amir, who was still sitting on Atta's shoulder, and picked up Rogville, who was already too cold to speak, to leave.

"Twenty-three times." Atta said as she stretched out her arm and made Amy jump off the axe, though she knew it was redundant to see how she could climb up silently.

"Next time—" Raj looked at them coldly and said, "If Your Highness wants to pardon anyone, you don't have to make any excuses, even if it is the emperor's pardon, it is only a matter of time before you want to get it." ”

"Because she's an Imperial Princess," Sharp-Eyed Eagle looked at the girl who was waving goodbye to Rogville, "Emilia Septin." ”