Suddenly, everyone fell into silence as they realized that Anon was the man behind the mask.
"Ah, Hahaha... I don't believe Anon has committed anything so severe as to warrant a death sentence or any form of punishment, for that matter," the great mother chimed in, her voice artificial and her smile akin to a parrot mimicking human speech.
Her tone changed when she recognized her target.
Anon gazed at the great mother, a faint smile on his lips. She hastily retracted her sword from his face.
"I-I think I shall take my leave now. Goodbye, Anon," she announced, starting to leave.
'Woo... It's good that, your majesty stopped me before my sword reached his neck or i would've been dead by now-' The great mother thought.
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Abruptly, a sickle materialized near her neck, halting her movements in an instant.
"Where are you going?" Anon demanded, his voice carrying weight.
