Her Majestic Battle Cry

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Chapter 813

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The next day, Henry was to be executed, with Rafael serving as the supervising officer. The Capital Guard was responsible for setting up the perimeter and maintaining order.

Rafael had initially been reluctant to let Carissa attend. While Henry was despicable, he wasn’t the mastermind behind the chaos. Plus, the brutality of a beheading was not something he wanted her to

witness.

But Carissa had already seen all kinds of cruel scenes. Even if Henry wasn’t the ultimate culprit, his self- serving actions and weakness had led to the suffering of so many. He was truly guilty of unspeakable

crimes.

Thus, she insisted on going.

By early morning, the area outside the execution ground was packed with people. Since the execution was scheduled for noon, the Capital Guard hadn’t arrived early to manage the crowd, leading to a noisy scene. Vendors had even set up stalls and were selling their goods nearby.

The timid townsfolk wouldn’t come to watch, and children were strictly prohibited. Even if there wasn’t a ban, parents wouldn’t allow their children to attend.

in a

identity drawing larger crowd. After all, seeing someone

death sentences would be carried out after the fall harvest.

arrived with the Capital Guard to maintain order. They erected ropes to ‘mark the boundaries and ensured the crowd stayed

brought to the execution site. Before heading to the gallows, the

Henry wasn’t particularly afraid. But when the food arrived, he began to tremble

see him off and urged, “Eat. It’s better to be a well–fed ghost

as Peter said that, Henry nearly lost control

cutlery, only to set them down again. He looked up at Peter and asked, “Is…is anyone from the Marquis

that they

face in his hands and began to

this, Peter asked, “Do you have anything to say? If you can identify the

plot, I could plead for leniency on

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Chapter 813

opportunity slip away. Henry knew a lot, but was too afraid to speak.

Kingsley family seemed indifferent to his fate, it was

fleeting Impulse driven by fear and anger. But he was already.

was for the best. That way, they wouldn’t have any ties to him and