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As the smell of burnt flesh and molten metal wafted throughout the room, the deacon turned his gaze back to the third princess, and the royal guards felt their heartstrings being pulled taut.
If something really happened to the princess under their watch, not only them, but even their families might be implicated!
The deacon didn't seem to care about the desperate struggle of the royal guards at all, though, and simply aimed the glowing yellow gem at the puple-haired girl. "Any last words?"
After a short pause, he smiled. "Maybe if you repent and pledge allegiance to the lord right now, I might consider letting you go."
The initiates at the back couldn't help but chuckle in their hearts. When their deacon asked this question, they could obviously tell that it was already too late.
