I looked down at my own handcuffs and sighed deeply while still following Althea behind towards my end after getting off the carriage.
Today marks my execution or should I say, my death day.
I remember that I had already planned everything so we could escape.
But I don't know whether or not the plan will succeed since Cristo will carry out the most important part.
As for the citizens and nobles, they will not actually care about my death.
It doesn't matter whether I am a member of the royal family or not, they will only see me as a sinner who violates the orders by engaging myself in witchcraft.
Every time I think about it again, the more stupid it sounds.
When we arrived at the area full of crowds, the center lies the wooden stake that is already in its place and was still standing beside it.
Even if a little time passes, I could still feel shivers running down through my spine with subconsciously imagining myself in that state.
