Chapitre 116: Blood On The Crown

When the white smoke cleared, everyone's faces were filled with fear. Their gazes were all fixed on me. I was instantly stunned. Those gazes were shot at me like many sharp arrows. Fierce and resentful.

"Guards, take this woman down!" Duke Vermeers' hoarse voice sounded in the hall. He pointed at me. "Kill this woman immediately!"

"Vermeers, it's not your place to give orders here!" Ian roared. "I'm the King!"

"I think you heard the prophet's prophecy!" Vermeers walked to the middle of the hall. He was dressed in red, and his eyes were malicious. "If you don't kill this woman now, at least don't wait until tomorrow morning. All the people will raise their rebellious hoes and rush to the palace! Your Majesty, you must give the order to kill this woman now! Otherwise, the curse of the Logan dynasty will not be lifted!"