"Kill all from the Marjiont Valley, leave only Hiest standing. He has questions to answer," Lucy said. Many looked around her; there was no one there but her two maids. Who was she talking to?
"What did we do!?" Lord Hane raged, one could hear the anger and despair in his voice.
"You will know in a while," Lucy said and sounds of shrieking started popping up all over the arena, causing attention to scatter to those places. In different places on the stands, people just dropped dead. Lord Hane looked around him and saw all his clansmen dying where they sat. After people stopped dropping dead, all eyes moved to Lord Hane's pained form standing on the stage; the last of his bloodline. Brutal; the other ancients felt a chill down their spine, as they trained their eyes at the girl with white hair before them.
The ancients may not be as powerful as the four clans on Other-side, but on This-side, one ancient clan could crush all the first-rate kingdoms on This-side in less than a day. Was it that easy to kill any of them? How dangerous was Lady Wickshire?
"What have we done?" he choked out; anger filling his eyes, yet caution gripped his bones. This was Lady Wickshire, he would be next if he was not careful.
Just as the crowd had started to quiet down, a figure flashed to grab away Lord Hane but was grabbed himself. He was dropped before Lady Wickshire. Lucy looked at the man silently, before looking at the angry Lord Hane.
"This is your crime," she said, "You have been colluding with Other-side. After all, they were the ones that wanted to help Princess Lilith escape. When the plan failed, they had your son come and grab her. That way, it would be the ancients interfering and nothing could be done about it," Lucy said.
The other ancients trained their eyes on Lord Hane. This crime was the worst of all crimes.
"Don't tell me you did not know they were in This-side. Don't claim you didn't know when they entered!" Lord Hane growled. He had already been caught, his outcome will not be good no matter whose hands he lands in. Why bother about being civil?
"Why do you think I came myself, Hiest. Do you think I am so free as to handle you myself?" Lucy said and they all paused. It just occurred to them that she was right; how many times had any of them set eyes on her noble person, yet, Lady Wickshire came to handle this herself?
"The ancients will enter the hundred-year alignment soon. The possibility of getting anything from that place is slim to none and I couldn't care less about it. Other-side will enter as well, and they have a fighting chance. You aim for this glory, so you collude with them, fine," Lucy said to Lord Hane, "But, colluding with those from outside Thriegor, I will not forgive. They, entering our world, Thriegor without permission, I will not forgive either. This is me showing sincerity; as I figured I should come to you. My next sincerity, you will not be able to handle," Lucy said, looking above everybody's heads. They all looked in that direction in confusion and only then did they notice that above their heads, hovering in the sky, was a man draped in grey. His face was pale yet cold, long black hair swirling around him and hands behind his back, looking straight at Lady Wickshire. How long has he been there? Who is he? There were many questions running through minds.
The man only stared at her long enough to burn a match before he faded away.
Seeing him leave, Lucy smiled darkly and looked away, "Should I mess with him?" she muttered, before turning away and leaving the way she came. Many looked to where Lord Hane stood, but he was gone. People had died, many secrets were revealed, and many things remained unknown, but the show was over; People started to leave.