“I, I said no… Please, Ian…. Stop! The judgment is final! It’s the death penalty, there’s no more way! Don’t, don’t make me more miserable, I’m begging you like this……!”
The atmosphere of the assembly solemnly subsided.
There was a woman pleading to be killed instead. It was a struggle to prevent another futile sacrifice.
How could it not be pitiful.
The man also seemed to have difficulty calming his surging heart, letting out a whoo, a long breath. And closing his eyes, composing his mind for a moment.
The reopened golden eyes held unchanging determination.
“……Judges!”
It wasn’t the Saintess.
Sixteen pairs of eyes seated on the steep cliff focused on the young knight. He was appealing with arms spread wide.
“What is the judgment of the court?”
Well, there was no need to ask.
Anyone could see Ian was being unreasonable. Both logically and legally, the Saintess’s judgment was correct.
A proxy that the principal herself refuses, to begin with.
There was no precedent. It was the very moment the…