Reject me, you damn woman.

But in the end, his gaze, his last hope was still focused on the girl at the edge.

In Xervis's eyes, the person who had been hurt the most by him seemed to be his only lifeline.

"Histria, sister, Xia, brother is wrong, please, save brother!"

Xervis called out his sister's nickname loudly, trying to arouse his younger sister's sympathy in this way.

He knew it would work because he knew his little sister so well.

But unexpectedly, Historia ignored him and remained there in a pensive posture, seeming to be hesitating and struggling with something.

Although Historia still had her eyelids lowered and did not move, the fire of hope was rekindled in Xevus' eyes.

"Shia, Shia!"

Zevis continued to call the other person by his nickname:

"Please, help me one last time. Even if...even if you don't want to help me, think about your friends!"

He continued to counsel:

"Killing me directly is of no value at all, but letting me live to help you deal with the people in the Magic Bell Tower is much more valuable than killing me directly. You don't want your friends to get hurt because of you anymore, right?!"

"Think about the times we've been together, the stories I've read to you."

"I know I was wrong. I didn't mean to kill you at first... I just wanted to survive!"

"Fuck it... I just want to survive!"

However, there was no response, and Zevis couldn't help but start to get anxious. He started to speak more and more excitedly, and his emotions began to become irritable.

Finally, as if something in his blood was rising again, anger, incomparable anger suddenly burned up, like a flame, burning away the hypocritical pleading and fear on Zervis's face. Although he was in a desperate situation, he raised his head proudly, and the flames of anger and hatred burned in his pupils.

"Yes, do you think I am a sinner? But have you ever thought about why I do all this?"

A sneer of disdain appeared at the corner of his lips:

"Don't you have any responsibility for what I did?"

He looked at Hilteria:

"Hilteria, why can you be so dazzling and win everyone's respect even though we both come from humble backgrounds, while I can only be like a lowly worm, looked down upon by everyone?"

He glared at Historia again:

"And you, my dear sister, why, why do you, a piece of trash, have such good luck? You are obviously a piece of trash, but that dead witch mother was able to leave you with such a strong talent and such a great favor. When our father was still able to move, he must have wanted to give you all his flesh and blood, right?!"

"Oh, yes, our dead dad!"

The curve of Zevis's lips became more and more ferocious:

"My dear sister, dear sister, have you ever thought about why we are here like this, fighting each other with swords? Isn't it all thanks to our dear dead father?"

When he mentioned his father, and saw that Historia finally seemed to be moved, Xervis laughed wildly with contempt:

"Sixteen years ago, he failed to win the Magic Bell Tower and made the most wrong decision. He had to sacrifice his woman to save his life. And today, he is also a bastard who always makes the wrong choice!"

"If he had directly made Hedwig the crown prince, or even any one of us, this wouldn't have happened. But what did he do? He insisted on having the crown prince choose us!"

"He wants to raise Gu and make us fight each other. Isn't our current situation and everything we have done what our dear father would like to see?"

"Is this imperial election the biggest mistake and misfortune?"

"If I hadn't been chosen by the Emperor, I wouldn't have needed to join forces with the people from the Demon Bell Tower!"

"Xia, you can even not blame your father, why can't you forgive me?"

If he was still begging for mercy at the beginning, by the end, Xervis was more like venting.

Fueled by rage, Xervis couldn't even feel fear, only hatred remained in his eyes.

Everyone is wrong, why am I the only one being punished!

Seeing Historia's silence, he became more and more convinced that he was right.

The person in front of me can't refute me at all, because I am not wrong!

He raised his head with all his strength:

"You are all sinners, and you are all wrong. A prince has his own way of dying. I will only die in the imperial court. You have no right to judge me!!"

"I was just trying to survive, what did I do wrong?"

"Because it's not me who's wrong, it's this world!!"

"I only fought with the Demon Bell Tower to survive..."

"Shut up!"

At this moment, the prince was interrupted by an angry shout. It turned out to be Lin En.

The prince, who had remained indifferent, elegant and calm since he entered the room, finally showed his anger, and even frightened the violent Zervis for a moment.

In fact, it wasn't just him. No one had ever seen Lin En so angry. Under this anger, the anger that Zervis had accumulated with great difficulty suddenly collapsed:

"Disgusting thing, you want to say that you teamed up with the Demon Bell Tower just to survive?"

Lin En no longer concealed his true feelings. He looked down at Zervis on the ground, glaring at him as if he were looking down on a piece of dirty garbage:

"Let me give you three examples,"

"Hedwig, as the eldest sister you all trust, the mediator and witness of the imperial selection, if you prove to her that you have no interest in the throne, will she allow others to push you into a desperate situation?"

"And the Theocracy,"

Lin En looked at Celitia on the side, then looked at Zervis, with even more disgust in his eyes:

"Your Highness Zevis, you have been smart and secretive all your life, but you just haven't figured out why your father specifically requested the Earth Mother Church, which is known for its mercy, to be the judge during the imperial election. Even if you fail in the imperial election and you pray to the God of Mercy, will the priests of the Earth Mother Church watch you die?"

"Ten thousand steps back,"

Lin En pointed at the Hilteria sisters behind him:

"You know it all in your heart, don't you? Before the imperial election began, you knew it all. Even if you failed, Her Highness Hilteria and Historia would not kill you even if they won. They could even join forces with them. Even if you are not the emperor in the future, you will not be marginalized."

Lin En's sneer flowed from the corner of his lips, which was both sarcastic and mocking:

"You have so many good choices, so many ways to survive, and even so many hidden forces, and there are so many ways to win, but you chose to team up with the Magic Bell Tower and chose the worst one. Let me tell you why."

Lynn seemed to utter four words from his mouth, covering Zervis' head:

"We smell like each other!"

He took a deep breath, and his tone suddenly became gentle and elegant again, as if he was seriously advising a good friend:

"Your Highness Zevis, as a villain, even if you don't have the determination to overthrow everything, at least, when you leave the stage because of the wrong choice, you should retain a little pride and dignity for yourself."

"But you are right about one thing,"

He sighed:

"The prince has his own way of dying. No one present is qualified to judge a prince privately, so..."

The light in Zevis' eyes was about to light up again, and then he saw Lin En smiling and taking something out of the storage ring.

It was a scroll, and the scarlet wax on the seal of the scroll was the emblem of the Eternal Flame of the Bayer royal family.

As long as we are within the territory of the Rose Empire, wherever that emblem goes, it is like the king himself is here!

Likewise, he is also qualified to decide the life or death of a prince!

But isn't that thing in Hedwig's hands now? !

"Let's open a court session first."

Before Zervis could react, Lynn raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The flame burned up the scroll and the Eternal Flame burned, indicating that the trial would be conducted under the watchful eyes of the royal heroic spirits.

"In compliance with the order of the Rose Emperor, the temporary trial court for Prince Zevis is hereby opened."

Lin En announced in a relaxed tone:

"Now, the trial begins. Please invite the judge, recorder, bailiff, prosecutor, defense officer, executioner and jury foreman, Mr. Lynn Norton, and...well, in order to prevent this court from making arbitrary decisions, at the request of Her Highness Hedwig, the rest of the jury will be set up."

He raised his hand, perfunctorily like a third-rate host introducing an actor, then squinted at the uneasy prince and said with a smile:

"Well, Your Highness Zevis,"

He smiled with a wicked smile:

"Come, count your sins... Oh, they are too numerous to list."

"This court now charges you with 22 counts of corruption, murder, tax evasion, treason, aggravated murder, smuggling and other crimes."

"Then now, the final trial begins. The jury members vote."

As Lin En finished speaking, two virtual signs appeared in front of everyone present, with "Guilty" and "Not Guilty" engraved on them respectively.

Cold sweat ran down Zervis's forehead. He clenched his teeth and glanced at everyone with his last hope.

According to the laws of the Rose Empire, a verdict will only be made in court if all believe the prisoner is guilty. As long as half of the people vote not guilty, the prisoner can be pardoned and released. If one votes not guilty, a retrial will be allowed.

A suffocating silence fell here. Obviously, the people who had come to enjoy the show tonight also understood that the meaning of watching the death of a prince and causing the death of a prince were far different.

No one wants to take the lead.

I don’t know how long it took, just when the flame of hope was rekindled in Zervis’ eyes, Olar suddenly looked at Hilteria beside him, pressed the mark of “guilty” casually, and said with a chuckle:

"Your Highness Hilteria, let's get back to the topic we started with. We sincerely invite you to watch this new version of 'Afterlife'. We have rewritten the script of the Knight of the Broken Flame based on the popular folk legends in the imperial capital."

"Oh, then Mr. Olar, can you tell me specifically what's new?"

Hilteria was a little curious.

"The Knight of the Broken Flame was a hero in the history of the Rose Country. However, he was framed by a traitor and died alone while fighting against the enemy for the Empire. In folk legends, the knight and the souls of many deceased martyrs not only did not truly perish, but were protected by a mysterious power and lived in a corner of the Rose City, leading a peaceful life, just waiting to reappear at the critical moment under the call of His Majesty the Emperor to fight for the Empire!"

Olar said happily.

“That’s a really exciting story.”

Hilteria chuckled and accepted the response. At the same time, silently, amid the laughter of the two, two red marks symbolizing "guilty" had lit up.

The nun, who still had compassion in her pink eyes, also made up her mind, and Celitia pressed the "guilty" button without hesitation.

In a flash, before Xervis could even panic, in the blink of an eye, only the last juror had not made a choice.

That is also Xervis' last hope!

"Heath, Tria......sister,"

Zevis looked at him with pleading eyes, trying desperately to recall the good memories between them:

"Do you remember, do you remember that time when I told you stories and read you fairy tales?"

Historia nodded:

"Yes, of course I remember."

Historia nodded calmly.

"I also know that there is no time you don't want to tell me the story of my mother's death mixed in with those stories and watch my reaction."

"......"

"Also, there's kite flying!"

Zevis' eyes lit up again:

"We flew a kite together in the garden, do you remember?"

"Ah, that. I still remember that the kite fell into the water and we went into the water together to pick it up."

Zervis nodded desperately. Historia's hand, which was about to make a choice, suddenly paused slightly, and then said seriously:

"Now that I think about it, if Uncle Carl wasn't watching right next to me, Brother Zevis, you probably wanted to take the opportunity to drown me and disguise it as an accident."

With that, the last jury member made his decision:

Verdict of "guilty"!

"No!"

Just as Zevis was about to make a move, the executioner, Prince Zijinhua, had already pointed the black muzzle of the gun at his head and smiled helplessly.

With tears streaming down his cheeks, Xervis uttered his final prayer: