The seventh day of being locked up in the dungeon.

Gilles, who had no temperature, leaned against the icy stone wall.

Greasy hair sticks, stubble crawls up cheeks, and excrement is scattered around......

Everything in this cell is keeping him alive in agony.

No one could connect him with the "Mad Dog Grand Duke" who was still ruling the principality a month ago, and no one visited him.

This forgotten man has lost his last self-esteem here.

When—

Early in the morning...... Maybe it's late at night, and the cells in the deepest part of the dungeon are being opened roughly.

The light of the jumping fire came into view, and Gilles narrowed his eyes uncomfortably: "Does your warlock master want to risk accusations to execute me in secret, or to let go of a nobleman of noble blood?" ”

"Is he crazy?"

The two guards read the same thought from each other's eyes and remained silent, pulling Gilles off the ground.

"Damn untouchables, you should be respectful of me!" Having lost his status and physical strength, Gilles' anger seemed so weak.

"You killed my uncle and his daughter." One of the guards couldn't help but speak.

Gilles, who had lost dozens of pounds, was stunned because he couldn't maintain his mind: "Why are your uncle and daughter in the principality?" ”

"I was rushed from the north by you, and Lord Annan took us in, do you understand! You scum! ”

Then he should be angry. Gilles was thoughtful. There seemed to be some voices ringing in my head that didn't belong to this dark, damp, desperate dungeon.

"The Witch's House took me in, where I can live a normal life without worrying about the Duchy's guards......"

"You don't have to hide anymore." Gilles, wearing a crown, blurted out.

A prisoner in a cell froze, "Take care of yourself!" He said, suddenly realizing that this guy was dragged out of the deepest part of the dungeon, and the two guards were also looking at him fiercely, "My lord, I don't know him!" I don't know why he's talking to me......"

"We know."

They dragged Gilles, who was shackling and swaying, and the prisoner was frightened and then exasperated, "Big Big! A bad seed with no eggs in the past! Teach him a hard lesson! ”

"You see, I am the Grand Duke of the Duchy, and they all fear me and love me. So do you, my sister. ”

Gilles lifted the curtain and asked Claire to look out the window.

"Are you the Grand Duke?" Some were running after the wagon.

"That's right, I'm your Grand Duke." Gilles said proudly that one of the fat men tried to pounce on him, but was blocked by the knight. So they threw flowers into the carriage.

The flowers slapped on the face, and there was some pain. Gilles frowned and wanted to say something, but Claire told him, "They are your people, and you should be happy and proud." ”

Gilles, who wanted to be a good Grand Duke in the future, of course, no longer refused the kindness of his subjects. He tilted his head slightly to greet the flowers that accompanied the morning dew.

"You damned prisoner, if you spit on me again, let Lord Dela deduct your hours!" The angry guards kept banging on the bars to drive away the pickpockets and thieves lying in front of the bars.

"The bell is ringing?"

Another guard looked at him strangely.

"That's right, the bell ......," the guard whispered in his heart: your death knell.

"My enthronement ceremony is about to begin, sister......"

"I'll stand by your side." Claire took his hand, just like she did when she was a child.

Gilles smiled lightly and saw a staircase leading to the high platform: "Do you remember?" Sister, I told you when I was a child that in the future I will take your hand and walk up the ladder to become the Grand Duke and sit on that royal chair...... I had countless dreams about it at that time......"

"It's not a dream anymore this time." Claire smiled softly.

The elder sister and the younger brother held each other's hands and stepped up the steps covered with velvet blankets, as if stepping on a cloud of cotton.

Two guards carried Gilles to the prison in the dungeon.

Francois, who was waiting for them, frowned: "He looks too embarrassed. ”

"Isn't that bad?" One of the guards asked cautiously.

Annan's attitude towards civilians was contagious to everyone around him, and Francois patiently said, "Our judgment will be known to all of Middle-earth through magical images...... Making the mad dog Grand Duke dirty will only make some voices accusing us from the nobles. ”

"That'...... Shall we take him to a shower? ”

"It's too late to ......" Francois suddenly took off his coat, held his breath and draped it over Gilles, stepped back a little and exhaled: "It's good that I haven't used it today." ”

The cleansing technique that comes with the garment is activated, removing stains, feces, and dirty skin from the garment. Now, he had nothing to do with - not even traumatized - except that he looked pale and weak after being locked up in the dungeon for too long.

"One more thing, Deputy Warden...... The prisoner seems to be crazy......"

"Crazy?" Francois retrieved his clothes and observed Gilles' unfocused eyes, "...... It doesn't matter, whether he's pretending to be crazy or whatever, he doesn't have a chance to say anything. ”

On the square in front of the city lord's mansion, the gallows that had been erected since last night had been completed.

Tens of thousands of people crowded the streets in front of the city lord's mansion, and people who had nowhere to stay even crowded in front of the windows, on the roofs, and on the street lamps, just to see the only trial of the great nobles.

And revenge.

When Gilles was escorted to the gallows by the guards and put on a rope, the blackened crowd fell silent.

Olmedo pronounced his sentence in front of tens of thousands of people and Evelyn's Philosopher's Stone: "Gilles Montabulllock, charged with the crimes of usurpation, killing brothers, plundering towns, mistreating civilians, waging war, etc......., according to the Code of Liberty City, will be punished by hanging!" ”

Olmedo's words echoed over the square with a breeze that blew. After a brief silence, the first cheers rang out, and then more and more people joined in the cheers.

The shadow that pressed down on their heads finally disappeared, and they ...... It's time to go home.

"Behold, they are cheering for you, my Grand Duke." Claire let go of Gilles and put on his cape. "Say what?"

"I ......," Gilles said with a rare look of shyness, "I don't know what to say......

He suddenly felt that the cloak was strangling his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe...... The cheers around him grew farther and farther away, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurred.

"I don't seem to be able to see anything anymore...... Sister ......"

Young Gilles panicked like a fledgling who couldn't find his mother.

Fortunately, the hands in front of him caressing his face made him no longer flustered. Gilles struggled to open his eyes, and finally, he saw clearly.

What kind of sad eyes are they?

(End of chapter)