Chapter 467: Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 232. Resurrection V
Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 232. Resurrection V
Angel's gaze held an intensity that seemed to pierce through the very air in the grand hall. The weight of the moment hung heavy, as the truth they had been avoiding was laid bare before them all. The tension in the room was palpable, each breath seemingly holding the promise of something profound about to unfold.
"Clear my name and seek justice... King Gervis," Angel's words carried a sense of urgency and determination, each syllable resonating with a quiet strength that demanded attention. The room fell silent, and all eyes were on the man who had been wrongly accused for so long.
King Gervis, though he bore the weight of a monarch's authority, looked away as he sighed. The internal struggle he faced was evident in the lines etched on his forehead and the conflicted expression in his eyes. It was as though he wrestled with his own conscience, torn between his sense of duty and the truth that he could no longer deny.
"According to Asteria's law, what is the punishment for those who cooperate with rebels?" Angel's voice rang out again, this time addressing Ilex directly. The question hung in the air, a heavy reminder of the consequences of one's actions.
Ilex's face contorted, a mixture of anger and resentment tainting his features. He looked at Angel, his jaw clenched, seemingly grappling with the realization that his actions had brought him to this point.
"Death sentence," King Gervis's voice was solemn as he answered, his words carrying a weight that reverberated through the hall.
"What about the punishment for slander and attempted murder of the royal family?" Angel's voice broke the silence, his gaze unyielding as it rested on King Gervis. The question, laden with significance, cut through the air like a blade.
The king's gaze met Angel's, his eyes carrying a mix of resignation and acceptance. "Death sentence," King Gervis's voice held a certain finality, as though he understood that justice demanded its due, regardless of the circumstances.
"Then, what is the punishment for taking the Guardian's Sword from its original place for personal purpose?" Angel's words sliced through the silence, his gaze steady as it bore into King Gervis's eyes.
King Gervis's response was swift, his gaze sharpening as he met Angel's unwavering stare. The exchange of glances was akin to a silent duel, a contest of wills where neither was willing to yield.
"Angel, do you want to make me give a death sentence to Ilex?" King Gervis's voice held a mixture of skepticism and wariness, his words reflecting the complexity of emotions swirling within him.
Angel's lips curved into a faint smile, a wry acknowledgment of the situation's irony. "No, even though he has tried to kill me so many times, I'm not that cruel," he replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Fifty lashes is enough."
The mention of fifty lashes as a punishment, however, was met with a mix of surprise and disbelief. King Gervis's brow furrowed as he processed Angel's words, the notion seemingly catching him off guard.
"Fifty lashes?" The king's incredulous response echoed through the hall, carrying with it a sense of skepticism. His gaze remained fixed on Angel, as though attempting to discern the intentions behind this suggestion.
Angel's gaze held a certain calm determination as he maintained eye contact with King Gervis. "Yes, fifty lashes. Just like you punished me in the past," he explained, his tone measured and composed. "But you must do it here," Angel's voice carried a calm, unwavering authority that resonated through the hall. His gaze remained fixed on Ilex, a mixture of resolve and sternness in his eyes. "He has confessed all his crimes in front of everyone, so he must take responsibility for his actions in front of everyone."
Ilex's response was swift and explosive, a testament to his inner turmoil and desperation. "Angelus Raizel !!! How dare you... You want to disgrace me!!!!" His words were punctuated by a strained effort to rise, a futile attempt that ended in a harsh fall back to the ground.
Angel's gaze, sharp and unrelenting, bore into Ilex. His voice carried a cynical edge that cut through the tension like a knife. "Ilex, didn't you just torture and execute me to disgrace me too?" The words were laced with a bitter truth that seemed to cast a damning light on Ilex's actions. "You should thank me for still forgiving your life."
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