However, the people's fury had not subsided. A single marquis' head could not satisfy their long-suppressed emotions. The revelry continued, and the rage kept pouring out.
The crowd cheered and shouted.
"Execution! Execution!"
The commoners were completely inflamed!
Those once untouchable, high-ranking important figures, now their fates were in the hands of the people—at least, so it seemed.
"Dwayne Sharaf, convicted of premeditated murder, inciting war, robbery..."
"Flory Carson, sentenced to..."
"Giovanni Wald, sentenced to death..."
One familiar "noble" name after another was read aloud by the Tiefling who replaced Mezulash.
Nobles were dragged to the guillotine one by one, and each time the blade severed flesh, a cheer erupted from the crowd.
Even the wooden platform had been stained red, with a slow-flowing river of blood trickling down, spreading to the people's feet.
Viscount Luton was being held by Tiefling Guards in the prisoner ranks, shivering all over.
