“Listen, Sinner. For impudently deceiving His Highness the Crown Prince, all nobles, and the people of the Empire with fake jewels and ruining the great work, you have to pay with your life.”
The executor shouted in a stern voice, and the angry crowd’s raised voices followed.
“She’s a fraud who doesn’t create jewels, but stone!”
“Kill her!”
Stones flew from all directions.
The glass tube cracked and blood flowed from her head after being hit by a stone.
To think that she was a fraud who made fake jewels…
To think that that was the name that was returned to her, who sacrificed her whole life. To think that this was the price of creating jewels by squeezing every last drop of remaining mana she had after being tortured.
Staring coldly at her who was standing blankly in the glass tube, the Crown Prince’s order was heard.
“Drag out the Sinner.”
Luciel’s thin body was dragged to the execution ground and tied.
Where did things go wrong?
Since when did it become like this?
No, she didn’t even know whether everything went wrong from the beginning.
‘Luciel, my kind and pitiful little sister.’
Older Sister Ilshia waved her hand from over there.
‘Older Sister, I’m so tired… now… I don’t think I can endure it any longer.’
Silent tears flowed down Luciel’s cheek. She was neither sad nor sick.
On the execution ground was a guillotine with a deep-blue blade.
Right before her moment of death, Luciel recalled the short life she had seen at the end of her life.
Throughout her life, she poured out her emotions and made jewels for someone else’s greed.
It wasn’t just the Crown Prince.
It was Count Orbia, too.
The people of the Marquess Cavill Household got married as if they were sold.
All of them wanted only jewels from Luciel. They turned a blind eye to her pure feelings and demanded only her jewels.
Luciel desperately hoped at that moment for somewhere in heart to be broken. Perhaps, she didn’t even notice it was already broken a long time ago.
Now, for the most part, she no longer felt any emotion.
“Hicc….”
Filled with Luciel’s jewels, the Crown Prince’s sword was finally equipped with all twelve jewels, shining brilliantly, holding mana.
The last thing she did was complete that Holy Sword to bring ruin to Belstein.
With that sword, the Crown Prince united with the nobles to lead the military and invade Belstein. Even Belstein, which was said to have the best power on the continent, surrendered under the power of the Holy Sword.
It was also due to the right timing. Since they invaded by taking advantage of the absence of Kizev von Belstein, the devil of hell, who emptied out the territory for an evil spirit subjugation.
Crown Prince Reynold smiled, intoxicated with a sense of victory, feeling as if the Empire was completely his.
He killed and brought ruin to numerous people for power. Everything was only possible because there were Luciel’s jewels.
A lot of people died. Innocent people.
Tears filled Luciel’s eyes which were full of regret.
‘I would rather run away with the determination to die until the end. If I had done that, my sins would have been relieved.’
Seeing her tied to the execution ground, the Crown Prince hinted.
“Is there nothing that you feel for your final moment? Make jewels out of fear of death.”
“….”
Luciel looked at the Crown Prince silently, without saying anything. Now, she didn’t even want to feel any emotion. She didn’t want to provide him with any more jewelry.
Criing.
The Crown Prince took out Luciel’s jewel-embedded sword. At his cold face, there was a somewhat fishy sneer.
“If you have a conscience, you have to show your usefulness ‘til the end.”
Luciel turned her head with the intention of rejection.
At Luciel’s unwavering appearance and disobedience towards his orders until the end, the Crown Prince was even more annoyed.
“Impudent… Fine, I’ll do as you wish.”
The jewel sword in the hands of the Crown Prince hummed and cried loudly. As if it remembered its owner who made the jewels.
At the sound of the sword, the rope that restrained her felt particularly cold. She felt the gaze of the large crowd watching her.
Dying as a sinner. She could have never imagined it would end this way when she was young.
At that time, she dreamed of a day when she could live happily with her older sister.
She also dreamed of meeting someone and living just like a normal person.
She didn’t even know that it was foolish for a Crystal Fairy to wish for their life to be normal.
However, Luciel realized a long time ago that it was an impossible dream. Ever since she was sold as a jewel slave.
‘Older Sister… I’m sorry. I said that I wouldn’t feel any emotions, but I couldn’t keep my promise, so I ended up like this.’
The rope that was encircling around her began to pull stiffly.
In the crowd which was either shouting with joy or condemning her, something hot soared as the deep-blue blade of the sword shot fire.
“Cough…!”
As the pain filled her up, Luciel felt more and more calm.
The jewel inside, which once shone brighter than the edge of the sky, had already lost its light. Her complexion gradually turned pale. Luciel closed her eyes slowly. It seemed that she could meet her older sister again if she waited a little longer.
‘Older Sister, please wait a little bit. I’ll be there soon.’
“T-this terrible thing!”
Looking at Luciel, who no longer made jewels even despite the terrible pain, the Crown Prince muttered.
“Is it that she has truly exhausted all of her usefulness?”
It was then.
The sound of horseshoes was heard from somewhere. Dark energy followed it, swarming from afar.
The man was entirely armed with pitch black from head to toe.
A fancy insignia that was engraved with a black dragon fluttered from his shoulder.
Would the lion who came from hell do that to make the final judgment?
Not matching his appearance, the indifferent-faced man, who seemed to come in order to end everything, was excessively beautiful.
It was the Prince of Belstein, who was called the devil.
(t/n: the Prince here means the son of a Duke.)
The bloody eyes rolled and discovered the Crown Prince.
‘The ringleader of all these things. Belstein’s enemy who is no better than a brute.’
Belstein’s black barrier, which couldn’t be torn down and became a site of ruin, and the corpses of families were buried and scattered there.
The scene that drove him crazy was when the Duke of Belstein, who commanded the world, became a cold dead body and was hung on the Castle wall.
Recalling that moment, Kizev howled again.
Just like a beast.
After biting his finger to bleed, he drew a black magic circle in the air.
Big and small magic circles were drawn around him. A black whirl formed. It was a downpour. Even the Crown Prince’s knights, and nobles were devoured.
—HUAACKK!
Screaming broke out from everywhere, and everything was destroyed in an instant. Perfectly enough to make it truly neat.
The square, which was filled with crowds of people, was now as silent as a grave. The Crown Prince, who realized that he was the only one left now, fixed his sword with his eyes wide open, but Prince Belstein had already teleported to the Crown Prince’s back.
“…I came to get my revenge for my family.”
“B-before I knew it!”
Soarr!
Prince Bellstein raised his finger and made the Crown Prince hang in the air at once.
“Co-cough!”
The Crown Prince’s face gradually turned white.
Clang.
The Crown Prince’s sword rolled on the floor.
The sword stuck to the hand of the Duke of Belstein, who was looking at it.
It was a sword flowing with a strange power. He felt like it was crying or wanting something.
When he wielded the sword, it quickly lit up with colorful energy and began to encircle the Crown Prince’s body.
Soon after, the Crown Prince lost his breath and the sword also lost its light.
He didn’t feel any more energy as if it had done all that it had to do.
Luciel, who was watching everything in front of the gallows, thought it was fortunate for her to see the death of the Crown Prince first.
But it was all over now.
Luciel was guilty towards the Prince of Belstein.
She wanted to ask him for forgiveness.
Heavy step.
As soon as Luciel made eye contact with the Duke of Belstein, her life slowly faded away.
Her eyes were dim and she couldn’t even breathe.
If only she could, she wanted to beg him for forgiveness. Tell him that it wasn’t her will.
Tell him that she didn’t want to hurt anyone.
Tell him that it was a life lived only as a tool for being used.
But Luciel felt guilty. All of that were excuses after all. Since Luciel knew better than anyone else about the sadness of losing one’s family.
The hand she was trying to reach out to him soon fell helplessly.
‘…If there is a next life, I will not live this miserable life again. I’m going to live for myself. And, I will remember you.’
Finally, Luciel stopped breathing as if she was sleeping. A very comfortable smile on her face.
The mana that remained in Luciel’s body hovered in the air, and soon formed something like dew.
Dug dug dug, tuk.
The thing that fell on the floor was the first jewel that Luciel made out of her own will.
Shhhh.
The bright light emitted by the clear and transparent jewels permeated into Luciel’s body. The white light soon spread out, large enough to cover all sides.