Chapter 107: Burn the Evil Soul
Killian’s POV
The morning sun rose, casting long golden rays over the kingdom. Unfortunately, no warmth reached the execution grounds. The air was thick with tension, and the crowd spoke loudly as they took in the scene before them. When the news spread and some of the palace residents saw it, everything erupted into chaos.
Everyone wondered where Irwin was if Daphne had been impersonating him. I immediately issued an investigation order. The results came so quickly that I felt like I was being mocked. It turned out that a crime had been committed right under my nose all this time. Irwin’s corpse, now nothing more than a skeleton, had been neatly stored in the underground warehouse.
I had no desire to know how the man had died. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity that his life had ended in vain because of an obsessive woman.
Daphne Marjorie was chained to the execution post. Her body was bound with heavy iron restraints, and her wrists were bruised from struggling. Yet, her laughter rang out continuously, filled with madness.
“He loved me!” she sang, tilting her head to the side as she stared sharply at the gathered crowd. “He always did! Do you think this will change anything? It won’t! He belongs to me!”
The gathered werewolves whispered among themselves. Some openly displayed looks of disgust and contempt. Others clutched their cloaks, averting their eyes from the deranged woman who once bore noble blood.
“I always knew she wasn’t sane. We used to be in the same dormitory!”
“How disgraceful. Look, not even her parents bothered to show up!”
A young woman responded, “They say she made a pact with the devil! If that’s true, she’ll never be able to reincarnate!” “But what about Lady Ruby? Does this mean she was just a scapegoat?”
The voices grew louder when someone mentioned the name of the woman who had once been the sun of this palace. I closed my eyes, feeling a pain I never thought I could experience before. It was as if something had pierced my heart, and my eyes burned, stinging with the urge to rub them just to make it stop. Who could blame them for feeling such a loss? I could see the longing they had for Ruby after her departure. They just didn’t speak much about it when I was around the palace. A royal advisor snapped me out of my thoughts, reminding me to step into the execution grounds. I gave a small nod before moving forward. A silent command in my crimson eyes forced every head to bow. My cloak billowed in the cold wind as I approached the post, my golden eyes locking onto the deranged wretch. My fury burned like the fires of hell. Daphne’s laughter died the moment she saw me. Her lips trembled before twisting into a sickening smile. “My man! You’ve come! This means you’re here to take me away, right? Tell them that I’m your perfect woman. Tell them that you love me too!”
“Love, you say?”
She nodded eagerly, flashing her white teeth. “Yes! I want you to speak the truth here about us!”
I stopped in front of her, tilting my head. “You mean the truth that you are a liar, a murderer, and a traitor to this kingdom.” The uproar grew even louder upon hearing that confirmation. The crimes and chaos that had plagued this kingdom were indeed her doing. Meanwhile, Daphne merely giggled, shaking her head. “That’s true, my king. But you know I had my reasons! I got rid of those pests for you! You should all be thanking me!”
“Ruby Lucienne was never a traitor!” I roared, my voice rolling across the execution grounds like a raging storm. “You stole her from me. And for that, you will burn.”
Daphne’s expression finally changed entirely. The flush of life drained from her skin. Perhaps she had finally realized there was no escape from my judgment. Then, she threw her head back and screamed, a sound that sent shivers down every spine.
“I REGRET NOTHING! KILLIAN, I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART!”
That was all it took for my people to unleash their ultimatum. One by one, from the voices of old men to young children, they demanded retribution and justice.
“Punish the traitor!”
“THIS ABOMINATION MUST BE ERADICATED!
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“Please, Your Majesty! We all want this criminal to or
With that, I turned to my executioner and gave a single nod. The torch was lit, its flames burning bright against the dull morning sky. Moments later, the fire touched the wood beneath Daphne’s feet. Smoke curled upward, the scent of burning fabric filling the open square before the heat even reached her skin.
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Chapter 107: Burn the Evil Soul
Daphne screamed, thrashing violently, her chains rattling as she fought against the inevitable. Her shrieks were inhuman, her body twisting as if something inside her was resisting the flames. Then, all of a sudden, the atmosphere around us shifted.
A dark shadow emerged from Daphne’s burning body, an amorphous entity writhing with pure hatred. It screeched, a sound so piercing that even the strongest warriors staggered. The figure twisted and howled, stretching toward me as if trying to grasp my very soul.
“DEVIL!” someone in the crowd cried out.
The shadow convulsed violently before its form began to wither. It let out one final, agonized shriek before vanishing into nothingness, leaving only the crackling fire behind.
The flames burned until there was nothing left of Daphne Marjorie but ashes. The wind carried the scent of death and justice for the innocent victims across the kingdom. There was more sorrow than anger. Today, they remembered Ruby. So did 1.
I turned to the gathered crowd, my voice as cold as winter.
“Return to your places.”
I stepped away, turning my back on them as I made my way toward my residence. The royal advisor walked beside me the entire way. Normally, Leonidas would have been the one to ground me in reason. The royal advisor was well aware of this. “Shall I arrange a meeting with our Beta?” he asked cautiously.
“Does that title still suit him?”
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The royal advisor remained unfazed by my sharp tongue. “I may not be care about him. This is your last chance to stop losing the people you love.” Never in my life had the name Killian Rudwick been associated with the word compassion. The royal advisor was prepared for my wrath at his audacity. Yet instead of striking him, I placed a hand on his shoulder, a gesture that startled even myself. “I leave that duty to you.”
