Translator: Khan
Editor Group: Liber Reverie
"… No way!"
As soon as the aristocracy was finished, several sinners, including Viscount Merriart, fell to the ground. They had been hoping for a little but realized that it was a trap, not a hole to escape.
"Urgh…!"
Viscount Merriart had a grotesque groan, realizing that Vika had deceived him again, and he did not ask about his sentence, as if he had lost all his will. The nobleman, who looked down at him with cold eyes, looked at the sinners who were in a panic and said, "Next!"
Since the first sentence was a beheading, the other noblemen waited for their turn while feeling nervous and trembling out of fear. And whenever their names were called, they would faint. The eyes and mouth of the nobleman were ruthless.
He sentenced a beheading without mercy on anyone in succession, and he finally came to Mielle.
"Sinner, Roscent Mielle."