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The General strode forward upon hearing this, skeptically patting his solid muscles, "You say you're the Goddess?"
"It's me."
The crowd gasped in shock, someone whispered, "How did the Goddess turn into this?"
"Don't know, probably some hero posing as her!"
"Oh no, that must never be discovered by anyone!"
"Heaven help us, heaven help us!"
"..."
Numbed, the Goddess listened to the prayers around her and suddenly found it laughable that she had fought to the death for such words before.
What was it all for?
The man wanted to say more, but the General, impatient, chopped off his head with a single slash.
He spat viciously, "Pah, trash!"
"Take him away!"
The officers began to drag the civilians one by one onto the execution platform, heads falling to the ground with each swing of the blade.
For a moment, the cries and screams echoed throughout West City.
The butcher who sold meat earlier stood not far from the Goddess, his neck shrunk in fear, his lips quivering.
