Bab 617: Fool's Gold

"There you have it," Ashton's voice echoed through the hushed courtroom, his tone void of emotion. "The traitorous Priest is dead."

Ashton's eyes swept across the stunned faces of the courtiers and the assembled crowd. The once wild chants for the Priest's execution had turned into an eerie silence. The weight of their decision hung heavily in the air as if time had momentarily frozen.

The people who had called for the Priest's death now stood in disbelief, their words snatched away by the reality of the situation. 

They had been driven by anger and thirst for vengeance, but they had not expected Ashton to carry out the execution before their eyes, unfazed by their demands.

Even the courtiers, who had witnessed countless trials, were taken aback by the grim resolution with which Ashton had acted. The courtroom had seen its share of emotions, but this moment was unparalleled.