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1. Clown
It was the end of winter.
âWhat are your last words?â
âLaius Tantal! I will curse you even after death!â
This is obvious, but those who die cannot speak. The condemned could not keep their word on cursing Laius even after death once their neck had been snapped.
The executions continued.
The violent and dull time continued to pass. Aurest, who had been sipping his wine, asked kindly.
âErin, you seem tired. Why donât you go in and rest?â
âMy brother sure is kindâŠâ
I shook my head lightly.
âBut Iâm fine. I want to see the deaths of these reckless rebels with my own eyes.â
âIf thatâs what you wish for.â
Aurest signaled to a servant with his hands.
The servant, recognizing the meaning behind his hand movements, sent a signal to the musicians on standby in the corner of the balcony.
The music began playing.
As soon as the fluteâs melody began, someone beyond the balcony let out a scream.
One of the condemned mustâve caused a ruckus. The lute player, who shouldâve come in next, hesitated.
âIâm very curious as to who hired that musician.â
Aurestâs voice was full of obvious annoyance.
The lute playerâs face paled as he realized how this would end.
The hands of the lute player who missed a beat in front of the princess will be cut off before the day ends.
A chill went through my heart.
I struggled to smile as I leaned my body against Aurestâs shoulder.
âHe just made a mistake once. They say it is a virtue to forgive up to three mistakes, so please forgive him once.â
âWho did my sister take after to be so kind?â
Aurest wrapped his hand around my shoulder and pulled me into his arms.
There was a thick scent coming from his chest, along with the smell of blood that could never be erased.
âBut, Erin.â
Aurest pointed below the balcony. Below the balcony, the executions were taking place. They were people who planned the rebellion.
âThey only made a mistake once as well. Do we need to give them a second chance too?â
I shook my head.
âNo way. It would be a luxury to give a second chance to rebels.â
âThatâs right. So do we need to give that musician a second chance?â
So the weight of crime of a rebellion and making a mistake while playing an instrument is the same to you, Your Highness?
âŠIs what I wish I could say sarcastically, just as an imperial court clown would.
But I was a princess, not a clown, and a princess had to act obediently.
ââŠIâm not sure.â
âSecond chances are not given, because everything is decided on the first.â
I lowered my gaze and pushed my face into Aurestâs chest.
Then Aurest clicked his tongue and patted my shoulders.
âYouâre too sympathetic. If you feel that bad about itâŠâ
Cutting his hands off is too much, so just giving him a beating should be fine.
ââŠAn execution is a little too much, so letâs just end it at cutting his hands off.â
My older male family member sure ceases to surprise me as time passes. I want to stop getting surprised.
âYou two, stop chatting and come over here.â
Our father called us, and the musician was able to narrowly escape the situation. The highlight of the execution had come.
Aurest got up from his seat and marched towards the edge of the balcony.
I also stood next to him.
There were four people getting dragged off the wagon.
They were all members of the Lowenthal Ducal house.
The woman in the front was Duchess Batolia Lowenthal.
Where did that strong woman go, and why is there only a gaunt looking condemned in her place? That woman looked more like a corpse.
My eyes met hers.
Her black eyes were burning up like a falling comet.
It was more radiant because it was facing its end, and it was much hotter because it was burning with life energy as its fuel.
I expressed an extremely short show of respect towards Batolia. This was all I could do.
Batoliaâs gaze passed me and went to Aurest, and finally to father.
It didnât take long for Batoliaâs gaze to become full of sharp hatred.
If her gaze was a blade, my father wouldâve become sliced meat by now.
If it was a spear, he wouldâve died from having millions of spears piercing through his body.
If it was wind, his body wouldâve been ripped apart into pieces by it.
My father, who had been ripped and slashed countless times in my imagination, was still standing with the emperorâs crown on his head.
âBatolia Lowenthal, beg.â
The most powerful man on earth finally opened his mouth.
âGet on your knees and beg. Tell me you started a rebellion because you were blinded by greed for power. Tell me you regret everything youâve done.â
There was not even a sign of emotion in the emperorâs low voice.
âWho knows, perhaps I will be merciful if you do so.â
But you could see the veins and joints on the emperorâs hands, which were gripping onto the railing.
âIf you have ears, listen to me. If a second chance is given to me, I will burn everything for the sake of your downfall.â
Batolia was smiling.
âIf a third chance is given to me, I will make a deal with the devil for your downfall, and if a fourth chance is given to me, I will throw away all the morals in the world for your downfall.â
All these words dropped down sharply like lightning bolts.
âEven if I fail at all those attempts, I will never regret it.â
The Lowenthal dukedom had carried out the rebellion under the Duchessâ lead.
The reason behind it was that they could not just leave the current emperor, Liausâ tyranny and the crown prince, Aurestâs violence be anymore.
Many people were sure that the rebellion would succeed.
The people had turned their backs on the emperor long ago, and a huge amount of nobles stood on the Dukedomâs side.
And although there were very few who knew about it, there was a direct member of the royal family who had been on the Lowenthal Dukedomâs side as well.
But the rebellion had failed.
The people shut their mouths in front of the blade, and the nobles surrendered, and the Lowenthal Dukedom was to be brought to an end today.
I turned my gaze towards the people standing behind Batolia.
Duke Lowenthal had died in battle, so the only ones standing in front of the guillotine were Batolia and the children of the Lowenthal Ducal house.
The blonde man shaking his left leg was the heir, and the black haired lady who had her head held up high was the second child.
And the man who looked the cleanest out of them all.
He was Batoliaâs youngest son, the most brilliant general of Lowenthal, Tantalâs blue knight, and the most noble sword of Aurestâs eleven swords, Tristan Lowenthal.
While the rebellion of Lowenthal took place, Tristan Lowenthal had been fighting on the western battlefields to protect the borders of Tantal.
He was not a rebel.
He had simply been dragged out because his family had committed a grave sin.
Aurest grabbed onto the railing and leaned his upper body forward, as if he wanted to see Tristanâs death as closely as possible.
I wanted to push him off. But even if he fell from the second floor, heâd only create a foolish scene rather than dying.
And my neck would be snapped by the raging Aurest.
That was how it was for a princess who only had shallow favor that could be lost at any moment.
I didnât want to meet an end like that.
This was why I had cooperated with the Lowenthal Dukedom.
If things had gone according to plans, the ones in those spots would be my father and brother, and the ones over here wouldâve been the members of the Lowenthal Ducal family.
And right now, I shouldâve been laughing brightly on my horse as I rode towards the southerneast beaches.
But the rebellion had failed.
The Lowenthal family will all die today.
We had failed.
I will have to suck up to my father and brother for the rest of my life so I wouldnât meet a miserable ending like that.
We had failed.
Did we fail?
No, itâs the Lowenthal family that failed.
I did not fail.
A second chance will not be given to the Lowenthal family, who will die today.
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But a second chance will be given to Erin Tantal, who will be alive tomorrow.
Think.
Think of a way to kill Laius Tantal and Aurest Tantal.
Think of a way to not meet such a miserable ending.