"Father... I..."
Dazlet's voice trembled as he spoke hesitantly, trying to explain himself, but he didn't have the courage to do so.
Everyone present didn't dare to breathe, and looked at the prince who was slowly kneeling down with extraordinary solemnity. They were surprised by his inexplicably panicked expression and behavior, but also quite understanding.
After all, this is facing the Sun King Andre.
Anyone who is stared at by her would probably feel nervous and tremble.
At this time, Eberhard and others discovered something. Looking at the foot of the throne in the distance, they saw two vague figures in the light, as if they had been standing there since they entered the kingdom of God.
One was a tall figure draped in a snowy white veil, shrouded in the bright starlight. The other was a figure wearing a cloak woven with colorful feathers, exuding vitality at all times.
Everyone was shocked.
That was the Queen of the Far South Kingdom, Priscilla, the King of Shuoli! And the Pope of the Natural Cult, Lady Elk Aisha!
You two have already negotiated with the Sun King?!
"The royal family of Trisur will release Sister Olmedo and Noah, son of Blaise, today..."
The majestic and indifferent voice echoed in the white square here.
The Silver Dragon Witch Blaise was startled at first, then she bowed towards the throne in the distance, and the Chief Servant of God Therma beside her also bowed her head.
The bishops of the Star Sect and the nuns of the Moon Church followed closely behind, bowing and saluting respectfully to the shining figure.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your tolerance and wisdom."
Blaise said in a deep voice.
The figure on the throne was silent for a moment, then said:
"In addition, Crown Prince Dazlet of Trisur will publicly apologize at Fire Emblem Square tomorrow... and will be beheaded at Fire Emblem Square afterwards."
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When these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked.
Prince Dazlet, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned where he stood, looking up with a look of disbelief.
"Father...Father?"
However, all he got in response was dead silence under the light.
Dazlet's face was pale and his body was trembling. He felt a biting cold in this warm and comfortable white square.
"Why? Shouldn't I defend the dignity of the royal family and protect the faith of my father? Father! What did I do wrong?!"
Dazlet fell into madness, roaring with his head down.
"For the prosperity of the empire and to resist pollution, I have invested countless efforts to research reagents containing the power of the sun, in order to create an extraordinary army that belongs exclusively to the empire... Father, can't you see it?!"
He raised his head, his facial features even distorted by his emotions, revealing grief, anger and unwillingness.
"Do you think that even if this is the case, I am still not as good as that sinner? But if it weren't for his incompetence, how could the pollution at the end of darkness have spread to the situation today..."
"Dazlet."
The Sun King's indifferent and majestic voice suddenly interrupted the prince's words.
"My child, you are not wrong. It is fate that is wrong. It is fate that has pushed you to a dead end. But as the crown prince, this is the outcome you must accept... I have seen everything you have done, but the so-called 'Seed of Light' plan is an extremely stupid and ignorant idea."
Dazlet was shocked.
The denial from his father directly shattered his beliefs.
He raised his head with tears in his eyes and looked straight into the infinite light.
At this moment, for some reason, Dazlet saw many strange scenes and images through his tears, as if in the light all over the sky.
Many unknown yet familiar faces and figures moved around the palace at different times. Among them were men and women, young and old, each doing something similar to himself... Some were holding meetings, some were making secret plans, some were researching potions, and some were trying to get promoted.
But no matter what, these people seem to have failed.
Who are these people
Dazlet suddenly felt a puzzlement.
He didn't know why he saw these strange scenes, but he had a strong intuition that he was about to become one of these people.
The next moment.
Dazlet's consciousness became hazy.
When he came to his senses again, the things in front of his eyes disappeared, and he seemed to have forgotten something, with a dazed look in his eyes.
I just...
What are you thinking about
I just...
What did you see
Dazlet fell to his knees with a dazed look on his face and empty eyes.
The solemn and majestic voice once again echoed in the White Square:
"Are you satisfied with this result?"
No one from the Judiciary or the high-ranking officials of the Church of the Seven Gods spoke. There was silence for a while until the woman in white gauze at the foot of the throne spoke:
"Your Majesty Andre, thank you for your understanding."
"Um… "
A deep voice resounded from the throne.
It seemed like a pause announcing the end of everything.
The light suddenly dimmed.
In a blink of an eye, everyone found that the scene had changed back to the Royal Council Hall, and the white square around it had disappeared.
At the exclamation of the chief steward Babaye, Prince Dazlet collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness. Five "Holy Guards of Bathing Light" rushed forward, but this time, they were no longer there to protect him, but to escort him!
Two clicks.
The unconscious prince was carried by a golden-armored knight, and the five of them strode outside.
Everyone present looked at each other and then remained silent.
It seems that no one expected that the final result would turn out like this.
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The next morning.
The Fire Pattern Square is already full of people.
In just one day, the people of the royal city learned a bombshell piece of news: Prince Dazlet would apologize to the empire and the people on the platform here, and would then be publicly executed.
Countless residents came in great shock.
No one could have imagined that this dedicated crown prince, this courageous prince who had repeatedly made outstanding achievements and was known as the "rising sun of the empire", would actually be executed!
When people heard the news for the first time, they just thought it was a joke.
It was not until the royal family and the police station posted notices and every newspaper published urgent headlines that people began to take it seriously.
The heroes in their minds had long been reduced to "criminals of the empire" in the newspapers... As for what kind of heinous crimes they had committed, there were long lists of items in the notices and newspapers. The first item was to reveal the truth about the "massacre" that occurred in the occupied areas after the victory of the Western War.
That was all instructed by Prince Dazlet, but in fact it was a human experiment. The exact death toll has already exceeded one million, which is even ten times the total death toll of both sides in the war.
People just find it absurd and frightening.
September 16, 4420 in the solar calendar.
It was a week after Prince Dazzlet's birthday.
Fire Pattern Square welcomed sunny weather after several days.
Under the bright sunshine, the blond prince stood on the high platform, but at this moment he had taken off his luxurious cotton clothes and was simply wearing a linen robe.
Standing behind him were the chief steward Babaye and the chief secretary of the royal family, Franco. Both of them had very gloomy expressions, and Babaye's eyes were filled with some sadness.
"… Article 17: I abused my royal authority and interfered with border diplomacy…"
"Article 18. I have broken my promise, betrayed the Seven Gods' Oath, and persecuted the clergy of the church..."
"Article 19..."
The prince's hoarse and weak voice came from the loudspeakers around the square. He read out more than seventy of his crimes in a row, and finally opened his arms to the people.
"I am guilty!"
Bang bang!
Two knights in golden armor strode forward from behind, grabbed the prince, and dragged him to the huge execution platform nearby.
Dazlet knelt down in silence.
Finally, I took a look at the dazzling sun in the sky.
He still doesn't understand what his father said, and he always has doubts... At that time in the white square, he seemed to have seen something, but he couldn't remember it.
ever-
There was only a clanging sound.
The knight in golden armor turned around, holding a huge vortex sword.
Blood splattered, and the prince's head rolled down, hitting the platform with a thud. His face still showed confusion and puzzlement, as if death was not as terrifying as the confusion in his heart.
The crowd was in an uproar and the noise was overwhelming.
The golden sun above the square was particularly dazzling.