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Judgment Day.

The central square of the capital city of Ktyr was packed with people and completely silent.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of blood and dust, as if the decay of an old era was evaporating in the sunlight.

The towering stone throne had long been toppled, a result of the mob venting their anger.

The newly formed National Assembly clearly had no intention of making any repairs; so be it.

Even the toppled stone throne was not moved; it remained there openly, and the trial took place beneath it.

And beneath that overthrown throne.

Instead, there was a simple wooden sentencing stand—no ornate coats of arms, no gilded decorations, just a wooden board carved with scales and ears of wheat.

It symbolizes the foundation of the newly formed National Assembly.

Law and people's livelihood.

On the high platform, Carlo, as the speaker, wearing a simple but clean coarse cloth robe, solemnly read out the trial results based on the new laws and parliamentary resolutions on behalf of the newly formed National Assembly.

His voice was loud and steady, piercing through the deathly silent square:
According to Article 1 of the Charter of the National Assembly: All hereditary privileges are abolished;
Article 2: Anyone who endangers the people's livelihood, exploits the common people, or resists the new order shall be severely punished according to the law.

Article 3: Graded responsibilities and appropriate punishments.

For minor offenses: fines, stripping of titles, and permission to atone for one's crimes through meritorious service;

Those who commit serious crimes will have their luxury property confiscated and will be required to publicly repent.

Serious offenders: Permanent exile;

The ringleader: Death penalty, blood for blood!

Today's trial will be judged by the measure of truth and the blade of justice.

Count von Erik, who condoned the massacre of civilians by his private army, embezzled rations leading to the starvation of ten thousand people, and committed treason and collusion with the enemy—he is the most heinous of all!
Cthulhu VI, as king, signed decrees of tyranny, allowing nobles to abuse the people—his crimes were the greatest!
The Queen and the Earl's two sons were involved in the oppression and have committed countless blood feuds—they deserve to be executed!
The rest were nobles, punished according to their crimes, either exiled to the frontier or had their property confiscated.

From this day forward, in Ktyr, there will be no distinction of rank or social status, only the law will prevail, and the people's livelihood will be paramount!

Following this beginning, one noble after another was judged for their crimes.

Various rulings were handed down one after another.

Each verdict was accompanied by the desperate collapse, weeping, or numbness of the bound nobles below the stage.

When Count von Eric's name was called, he sneered, but then groaned as the rope tightened around his neck.

When the king's crime was announced, he trembled violently, and stains seeped from his crotch.

The suppressed gasps of the crowd mingled with low, cathartic roars, making the square resemble a dormant volcano.

As Carlo's pronouncement drew to a close, clearly stating, "King Ctier VI, Queen Lillian, Count von Erik and his two sons—sentenced to death by beheading!"

The square erupted in a roar like a tsunami:

"kill!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

Long live freedom!

The sound was like thunder, shaking the stone walls and causing dust to fall.

They really were going to behead the king, and those damned nobles.

Many people trembled with excitement, and even shouting out loud made their blood boil.

On the execution platform, the once arrogant king was dragged up by the executioner like a dead dog.

His face was ashen, his legs were weak, and urine stained a large patch of yellowish-brown on his brocade robe.

Suddenly, as if grasping at a straw, he began to scream and wail:

"Spare me! Spare me! I'm just a puppet... It's all von Erik's doing!"
"He forced me to sign those laws, he was the one who transported all the grain to brew wine... His son even killed Old John's entire family! That blood debt is his, not mine!"

His finger trembled as he pointed at the count, his face streaked with snot and tears.

"Kill him! Killing him is enough... Spare me, and I'll give you anything..."

Before he could finish speaking, the executioner's iron-like hand gripped his throat.

Many of the people in the audience fell silent for a moment as they watched this scene unfold.

Is this the king?

That high and mighty, arrogant king.

When traveling, everyone must kneel and bow before the king.

Even looking up to or gazing upon a king is a sin.

It turns out that he was just like them, hysterical when faced with beheading, and terrified when facing death.

Those former criminals were no different from the civilians who were dragged up.

Everyone looks the same.

At least that's true for death.

It's so ugly.

This is the most noble of nobles.

Yet it is so ugly.

The queen let out a hysterical scream.

Her pearl crown was askew, her golden hair was disheveled, and her former nobility was gone.

"No! You filthy lowly people! My dress is made of oriental silk... my jewels could buy half a slum! Let me go, I am the queen! You are not worthy to touch me—"

The voice suddenly rose in pitch, turning into a string of filthy insults.

"Maggots! Wild dogs! You've gone mad after the Night's Watch gave you a few coins? I curse you! I curse your descendants to be beggars forever!"

She struggled, her fingernails scratching bloody marks on the executioner's arm, until she was forced into the guillotine's groove, still screaming.

"My banquet hall...my ball...you've ruined everything!"

This was once a beautiful queen, a wicked yet imposing queen.

It was so ugly.

They seemed no different from the crazy women next door.

Some people showed expressions of disgust.

Do nobles behave this way?
This thought silently arose in the minds of many ordinary people.

Although Count von Eric looked ashen, he still tried to straighten his back.

His gaze swept across the crowd and the distant parliamentary seats with venomous intent.

As the executioner approached, he suddenly burst into laughter, a hoarse yet arrogant laugh.

"Bah! A bunch of foolish lambs, do you really think you can buy 'freedom' by cutting off a few heads? Look at your new master—Carlo, the Night's Watch's puppet! National Assembly? What a joke!"

"They're just new nobles pushed to power by the Night's Watch. They give you swords and 'bless' you, just as we once gave you breadcrumbs..."

"Ten years from now, you'll still be kneeling at their feet licking their boots! What do the Night's Watch mean by 'fighting for the world'?"
"Ha! They're going to burn all the living people as firewood to fight against some bullshit void! And us?"

He spat out a mouthful of blood: "At least we let you live as slaves. What about them? They'll throw your children into the furnace!"
"Just wait, you cheer today, but tomorrow you'll be the next pile of firewood to be slaughtered! A lowly person will always be a lowly person; with a different master, the shackles will only become heavier!"

His words were like poisonous thorns, but the only response from the audience was deathly silence and even deeper anger.

Because only the king and queen are noble.

To many commoners, the count who is now spouting nonsense is no different from any other nobleman.

They were all noblemen.

They couldn't comprehend just how powerful this count was, nor could they understand that he was the true mastermind behind the country's control.

They only knew that a count was no match for a king. And since the king was already in such a state, what was the point of the count spouting nonsense?

He's just an even more insane madman.

Although his words were worrying, many ordinary people couldn't even fully understand what he meant.

As for the newly formed National Assembly being a new aristocracy, so be it. Isn't it still the same as before? They haven't done anything, nor have they lost anything.

Many ordinary people couldn't understand it and could only think about it based on their own circumstances, which led them to some strange conclusions.

His words did not seem to have the effect he wanted.

Looking at the angry, gleeful, or confused eyes of the civilians below, I lost all my spirits.

His two sons were already limp as mush, tears streaming down their faces, only able to murmur and plead: "Father...save us...I don't want to die..."

The moment of decapitation has arrived.

The executioner raised his giant axe high, its cold gleam blinding in the sunlight.

"Execution!"

With the first axe blow, the king's head rolled off, his eyes wide open, his final terror frozen on his face.

The crowd held their breath.

Several elderly nobles, bound together, closed their eyes, tears streaming down their faces, murmuring, "The monarchy has fallen..."

The common people erupted in deafening cheers, and the blacksmith, waving his fists, roared, "Uncle John, rest in peace!"

The peasant women hugged each other and cried and laughed at the same time.

The merchants huddled in a corner, sighing and shaking their heads, "Business is getting even harder..."

Several young women couldn't bear to watch and turned away to vomit.

The second axe, the third axe... the queen's magnificent neck snapped, and her screams abruptly ceased.

The count's head flew off, his venomous expression frozen in time; the screams of his two sons were severed by the wind from the axe.

The whole process was as fast as lightning, yet as heavy as the end of a century.

The head that had rolled off was hoisted high by the executioner with a spear and displayed to the public.

Blood dripped down the spear shaft, forming a stream on the bluestone slab.

There was no cheering, only a heavy silence, as if the curtain of a thousand-year-old era had been completely ripped off by this bloody and resolute blade.

The wind carried the stench of blood, along with a chill.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Cheers erupted.

A deafening roar of cheers.

Faced with this bloody beheading, few people felt fear; some even lowered their heads, watching intently.

Because they had witnessed beheadings and public displays of power more than once.

They were not disappointed by this situation.

This time, those they beheaded were the king, the queen, and the count.

These nobles were truly dead, right before their eyes.

They were punished by their new laws.

We have beheaded the king!
Everyone cheered, though they didn't necessarily understand what it meant.

Next came the departure of the exiles.

The long procession, escorted by militiamen and carrying heavy shackles, trudged towards the unknown desolate land outside the city gate.

Some of the young nobles wept softly.

“My estate…my horse farm…”

The noblewoman pleaded desperately with the militia.

"Please, have mercy and let me go. I have gold coins in my box, you can have them all!"

Several stubborn old lords, however, held their heads high, hissing and cursing as they walked, "Bastards! When the border legion returns, we'll hang you all!"

Some people walk on numbly, their eyes vacant.

Someone suddenly collapsed, was roughly dragged up by the militia, and screamed hysterically, "I won't go to the frozen ground! Let me die here!"

Their silhouettes stretched long in the dust, filled with desolation and despair.

Their departure symbolizes the complete end of the thousand-year-old privileges of the nobility on this land.

The stench of blood had not yet dissipated from the square, but a new atmosphere was beginning to emerge.

The nobles who had not suffered much punishment also watched quietly.

In order to watch this trial, they even changed out of their once gorgeous clothes and put on ordinary, even somewhat cheap, clothes.

Even so, they still stood out from the crowd.

The surrounding civilians silently kept a certain distance.

Because even now, they still have a primal fear of these rules.

The nobles just watched quietly.

No one standing here is a fool.

Therefore, when they saw such a scene, they couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow.

The era of the nobility is coming to an end.

The future belongs to the Night's Watch.

Some people are glad they switched sides earlier.

Some people feel a sense of shared sorrow over the demise of their comrades.

Some people remained silent.

This country no longer has nobles; their status as nobles has become nothing more than a source of pride and lip service for them.

Carlo's voice rang out again, drowning out the wind and the lingering sobs, echoing like a great bell:

"Today, the old bloodline rule has ended! A new chapter has been turned in the history of Kertil!"
"From this day forward, everyone born here will be judged by their words and deeds, regardless of their origins!"
"The law will be the only crown on this land! The order we have built with our own hands will protect the freedom we have fought for!"

Suddenly, sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting golden rays that shone on the hastily sewn parliamentary flag fluttering in the center of the square.

The flag is rough, without a crown or coat of arms, only a simple blue background with white stripes—a scale symbolizing justice, and a sheaf of wheat representing abundance.

The crowd looked up at the flags and the parliamentarians on the platform, their eyes burning with a weary, lingering hatred, but even more so with a fervent, unfamiliar light called "hope."

The light danced in the farmer's wrinkles, shimmered in the blacksmith's calloused hands, and flowed across the soldier's tightly gripped spear.

A new regime, founded on blood and fire and governed by law, proclaimed its birth on the ruins of the old kingdom.

A newly born nation.

This group was not primarily composed of merchants or nobles, but rather of ordinary artisans, commoners, and ordinary citizens.

The news was quietly spreading to every corner of the continent of Anvian through the whispers of adventurers, the wheels of caravans, and the subtle channels of the night watchmen—like a spark thrown into a parched grassland.

This news will undoubtedly cause a huge uproar, spreading like wildfire across the entire continent.

In just a few days, the entire continent was plunged into an uproar.

Many nobles couldn't believe their ears; they felt as if they were hearing a very magical story.

A group of commoners stormed the castle and imprisoned all the nobles, including the king?
They even put them on trial and beheaded the king?
Even folk tales wouldn't tell such an outrageous plot.

But they will soon receive more concrete information. (End of Chapter)