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Esdeath did not thaw him immediately.

She wanted to display this shameful statue like a trophy to all the people of the capital.

The three beastmen stood like three iron towers beneath the gallows, their cold eyes sweeping across the surroundings. Anyone who tried to approach was driven back by the murderous aura emanating from them.

The news spread like wildfire throughout every corner of the capital.

At first, people came to watch with some skepticism, but when they saw that familiar yet hateful face with their own eyes, the crowd instantly erupted in excitement.

More and more people poured in from all directions, completely crowding the square. Whispers turned into loud discussions, and suppressed anger spread and rose among the crowd.

The Imperial Palace, the Council Hall.

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"What did you say?! The minister was arrested?! And frozen solid and hung on the gallows?!"

The young emperor abruptly rose from his excessively large throne. Because of his short stature, his feet could not even touch the ground, making him look somewhat comical. However, his face was filled with a fury that was beyond his years.

"Rebellion! Utter rebellion! Guards! Immediately summon the Imperial Guards and rescue this minister for me! I will tear those audacious madmen to pieces!"

The emperor's voice echoed in the empty hall, but no one answered.

He then realized that the hall, which was usually filled with civil and military officials, was now completely empty, with only a few eunuchs and servants standing timidly in the corner.

"Where is everyone? Why is no one here for court today? Where are the generals? Where are the officials? Where have they all gone dead!"

The emperor's anger turned into astonishment and suspicion.

He tried to command the soldiers outside the palace, but found that those soldiers, who were usually very respectful to him, were now just standing there expressionless, ignoring his orders.

An unprecedented sense of panic slowly rose from the depths of the emperor's heart.

He felt as if the whole world had abandoned him, and in an instant, he went from being the supreme ruler of the empire to a lonely figure who was ignored by everyone.

He had absolutely no idea what had happened.

Just then, a servant who was usually in charge of cleaning boldly walked in.

"Your Majesty, don't waste your energy."

The emperor stared at him in astonishment.

The servant's face no longer held its former humility; instead, it displayed a pitying indifference.

"This morning, the news spread throughout the city. Last night, dozens of adults were murdered, and their bodies were hung on the streetlights in front of their own homes. So, no one will come to court, because they... have all been killed."

"Who? Who did this?!"

The emperor swayed and almost lost his balance.

The servant sneered, the laughter sounding particularly jarring in the hall.

"Who did it? Your Majesty, you will soon no longer need to worry about these things. The main force of the revolutionary army is almost at the city gates, and the garrison and remaining officials of the capital have already sent people to surrender. You... will soon no longer be the emperor."

"No...impossible..."

The emperor muttered to himself, completely engulfed in chaos.

He couldn't understand why, just yesterday, the ministers had accompanied him on a trip and everything was in perfect order, so why did the sky fall down after only one night?

The attendant ignored him, turned and left, leaving the emperor alone, standing blankly in the empty palace.

He sat back on the throne, dejected, looking down at the empty court below, overwhelmed by a profound sense of betrayal and loneliness.

He admired his father and aspired to become a wise ruler like his father, but why... why did it turn out like this?

After an unknown amount of time, he took a deep breath, as if he had mustered up immense courage.

He wanted to go and see for himself what had become of the outside world.

He walked out of the council hall and out of the palace.

The once heavily guarded palace gates were now almost deserted, with hardly any guards in sight.

The young emperor gripped the golden scepter tightly, mingled with the crowd, and walked towards the central square.

He lived a secluded life for many years, and almost no one knew what he looked like.

He traveled without any obstacles.

As they got closer to the execution ground, the number of people increased.

The air was filled with all sorts of sounds, the most authentic sounds from the very bottom of the empire.

"That fat bastard! He's finally gotten what he deserved! My wife was taken away by his men and tortured to death!"

"And my son! He was beaten to death just for accidentally bumping into his carriage! Heaven has eyes!"

"Kill him! You must kill him!"

Curses, cries, and angry roars... merged into a torrent, assaulting the emperor's eardrums.

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He even heard that many people were also complaining about him, the emperor.

"The emperor is just a child, he listens to his ministers in everything, what's the difference between him and a puppet?"

"Exactly! If he weren't so incompetent and corrupt, how could Ernest dare to be so lawless!"

The emperor's face grew increasingly pale.

Why...why is this happening?

I am clearly very good at accepting advice, and I have listened carefully to every suggestion from my ministers... Is there anything I haven't done well enough?

He couldn't understand why, in his view, the best way to become a wise ruler was to listen to the advice of the most trusted and capable ministers.

He didn't know that it was this blind trust that would push the entire empire into the abyss.

Finally, he squeezed his way to the front of the square.

He saw Ernest frozen on the gallows, and the three beastmen below with cold expressions.

It was Esdeath…it must have been her! Only she has the ability and the guts!

A sudden realization flashed through the emperor's mind, but when he looked around, he did not see that familiar figure.

Just then, the crowd in the square suddenly fell silent.

On the gallows, the thick layer of ice began to melt at a visible rate, and water vapor rose. Soon, Ernest's obese body was completely exposed to the air.

As the biting chill subsided and his senses returned, Ernest struggled violently.

But he soon discovered in despair that his limbs were already firmly bound to the rack by thick chains, and he could not move.

"Liva! Daidas! Niu!"

He saw the three beast warriors below, and his eyes blazed with a desperate glint. "Quick! Let me go! What do you want? Money? Beautiful women? Power? If you let me go, I'll give you a hundred times more than Esdeath could give you! A thousand times more!"

However, the three beastmen just stared at him coldly, as if he were a dead man.

Suddenly, as if they had received an invisible command at the same time, the three of them took a step back in unison.

Riva stepped forward and announced to the entire audience in a completely emotionless tone: "By order of my master, the wicked subject Ernest, who has brought disaster to the country and its people, is guilty of heinous crimes. Today, here and now, he shall be executed by slow slicing!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over all the angry faces in the audience.

"Anyone who has a blood feud with Ernest may come up on stage and be executed by him personally!"

These words were like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pan, and the entire square instantly erupted in chaos!

"I come!"

An old man who had lost his son, holding a rusty machete, was the first to rush onto the stage.

Trembling, he used all his strength to make the first cut on Ernest's fat thigh.

"what--!"

Ernest let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The old man threw down his wood-chopping knife, knelt on the ground, and wailed, "Son! I've avenged you!"

This first strike ignited the flames of revenge in everyone.

Countless people cried out, roared, and brandished any sharp weapon they could find—kitchen knives, scissors, broken tiles, sharpened sticks—and swarmed toward the gallows.

"Give me back my daughter's life!"

"My whole family died because of your heavy taxes! You beast!"

"Go to hell, you demon!"

The crowd went crazy.

Each of them, with a knife, cut off their share of hatred from the body that once filled them with fear and trembling.

Ernest's screams quickly faded and were eventually drowned out by the tide of revenge.

Just moments later, the obese body had vanished, leaving only a skeleton and a mess on the ground.

Countless people knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, as if they wanted to release all the pain and resentment that had been accumulating for many years at this moment.

The young emperor, standing in the crowd, stared blankly at the terrifying yet frenzied scene before him, his body trembling like a leaf.

The golden scepter in his hand clattered to the ground.

His world completely collapsed.

His stomach churned violently, and the young emperor could no longer hold on. He bent over and vomited everything he had eaten that morning onto the blood-stained stone slab.

He felt dizzy for a moment.

He had never seen such a horrific sight.

Before he could recover from the extreme shock, someone in the crowd suddenly pointed at him and let out a sharp scream.

"The Emperor! The Emperor is here!"

That shout was like a spark falling into a powder keg.

The crowd, who had just been immersed in the jubilation of revenge and grief, instantly focused their attention on the little boy in his fine clothes, pale-faced, who had dropped his scepter.

In countless bloodshot eyes, new and more complex flames ignited.

"catch him!"

"He's in cahoots with Ernest!"

The crowd surged forward menacingly.

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The emperor was terrified and turned to run away, but his legs felt like they were made of lead and wouldn't obey him.

Just as he was about to be overwhelmed by the angry mob, an icy blue figure appeared before him like a ghost, blocking his path.

It's Esdeath.

She was still wearing that pristine white general's uniform, looking so out of place in the bloody and chaotic square.

"General Esdeath..."

The emperor grasped at this last straw, but then he realized, "You...why...?"

He couldn't understand why his strongest general would stand here, looking at him like he was a stranger.

Esdeath did not answer his foolish question.

She simply stretched out her gloved hand and lifted the emperor up as easily as if he were a chick, then bound him tightly with ropes.

The whole process was swift and efficient, without a single unnecessary movement.

Just then, a well-equipped army, with brightly colored flags, pushed through the crowd and entered the square.

They were the vanguard of the revolutionary army.

Leading the group was Najendan, who wore an eyepatch over her right eye and possessed a capable demeanor.

"Esdeath!"

"They are the empire's lackeys!"

Upon seeing Esdeath, the revolutionary soldiers immediately raised their weapons, as if facing a formidable enemy.