Chapter 753 - Three Months

Feeling their gazes was more than just that. It wasn't like what one would experience standing before a crowd and being expected to give a well thought out speech.

No… It was far heavier than that. As though the burden of their hopes and dreams had suddenly been settled onto his shoulders, as though he was their light bearer, as though he was their only hope.

It was a different kind of weight, one that would definitely crush the heart and soul of any man unworthy of it all.

Rollan stood down below, holding onto the small, trembling hand of his wife. His blue eyes seemed to pierce through the space between them, landing on Leonel with a burning light, an endless fervor.

He looked from Leonel's face to the bloodied, four meter long spear in his hand. The crimson liquid dripped slowly from its tip, rebounding off of the marbled steps.

The sound, slow and rhythmic, beat along with their hearts.

"This is your choice?" Leonel asked.

In return, silence was all he received.

"Alright, then."

The crowd of commoners erupted, their roars and cheers surging through the small town like a torrential wave. For the first time, the nobles began to feel some fear of their own, none of them daring to so much as peek out from their windows.

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size and stature, a man with

giving him the look of an old, out of his prime man. It instead gave him an air of wisdom and confidence, even bolstering his looks to a level that could only be matched

at the hands of his General. Since then, the town has been

weapons toward the Capital and have been steadily eating away at our Territory.

ministers

BANG!

was useless in combat like he had for

on his hands!

army to stop him? Hm? Let him see what the esteemed Mikael the

look of fury over. His title was Mikael the Sturdy, not Round. It was clear that someone was trying

over and so who it was, his fury only

to say, Normand the Cuckold. How about you come over here and do it to

Despite the fact he was in the King's presence, he had reclined back in his chair, his feet laying up on a similar wooden railing to the one Mikael slammed. The only difference was that the two were

the peak of perfection. He was truly a handsome man amongst handsome men. Even though he was slouched and his

react in nearly as enraged a fashion. In fact, he laughed as though the insult wasn't about

of reactions. Some shook their heads, some ignored the situation entirely, but the majority snickered. It was clear that amongst nobles, Normand wasn't well

proved

by His Majesty at the behest of his favorite son. What can I say? I simply did my duty. It's very amusing, even I laugh,

one of those 'nobles' you're crying and moping about right now were here, would you even let

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