Infinite Transmigration Starting from Violet

"Your Majesty! You have been deceived by Minister Ernest!" he roared, his eyes red. "Please listen to the voices of the people! Don't let them suffer any longer!!"

The young emperor blinked and then looked at the ministers.

"Ernest, he said that?"

“Heh, this man must be crazy,” Ernest said with a warm smile. “He not only hinders His Majesty’s wise decisions, but also falsely accuses His Majesty of ignoring public opinion. What a fool.”

“Yes, that must be it,” the young emperor nodded. “You’ve never been wrong since before!”

Upon hearing this, the interior official's eyes filled with despair.

At the same time, he was pinned to the ground by several soldiers, and his hands and feet were shackled.

From this moment forward, he was no longer an interior officer, but a death row inmate about to be torn apart by bulls.

"Your Excellency, it is truly a sad farewell."

Ernest feigned sadness as he walked toward Shaw below.

"Your Majesty! If this continues, the empire's thousand-year history will be..."

Shao Er was still unwilling to give up and wanted to reach out his hand.

But Ernest stood in his way.

He crouched down, revealing a row of teeth still streaked with blood and dripping with saliva, and said in a very soft voice:

"Don't worry, Mr. Shao, I will take good care of your beautiful wife and daughters... from head to toe, in every corner, hehehe."

"Take him away."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers grabbed the Minister of the Interior and dragged him outside.

The Home Office official looked at Ernest, who was smiling and waving at him, and was filled with fear and resentment.

"Is this kind of thing... allowed?!"

"His Majesty!"

"--His Majesty!!"

He glared angrily and roared.

But the small figure on the throne was now obscured by a figure as large as a bear.

He can cover up the whole thing with one hand.

……

Inside the palace atop the hill.

At an exquisitely laid-out table laden with delicacies, the young emperor and his minister Ernest sat facing each other.

"Well……"

The young emperor held a piece of paper in one hand and fiddled with a silver fork in the other, his face somewhat melancholy.

"Minister, why do you think General Esdeath wants to fall in love?"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Ernest stopped chewing.

"Everyone starts to crave the opposite sex when they reach a certain age. General Esdeath is a war fanatic. She probably valued fighting more than romance in the past, but now she has finally started to have desires in that area."

"Alas, I would also like to find her a suitable partner."

"General Esdeath is a very proud person. If the object does not meet her requirements, she will not accept it even if it is His Majesty's arrangement."

"But men like that are so hard to find."

The young emperor shook the letter in his hand helplessly; it was Esdeath who had presented it.

"First and foremost, what I value most is the potential for the future, and I hope he can possess the qualities of a general."

"Second, people who have enough courage to hunt dangerous species."

"Third, people like me who were not born in the capital, but grew up in the border areas."

"Fourth, I want to be in control, so I prefer a man younger than me."

Fifth, ideally, he should be a man with a pure smile.

After reading these words, the young emperor sighed.

"The very first rule excludes the vast majority of people."

"Uh... that is indeed a demanding requirement."

……

“The weather is nice today, Seryu-senpai,” Lu Ye tried to strike up a conversation.

But Seleu is a little different today.

Her face was dark, and she looked very unwell.

“Lu Ye, I tried to investigate the matter you mentioned before.” Seryu bit her lower lip. “The people killed in the Night Raid were mostly evil people, and… they were all extremely wicked people.”

"What? Such a thing actually happened?" Lu Ye looked surprised. "What about the sentencing?"

“If the people killed in the night raids were all like Oja, then they’re just like me,” Seryu said. “And I’m even worse than them; I never even figured out their true colors!”

"I think, senior, why don't you continue the investigation?" Lu Ye coaxed. "You haven't finished investigating everyone yet, have you?"

“Well, it will probably take some time to investigate everything,” Seleu said. “I will use my own eyes to distinguish between good and evil.”

"I see. I will always support you."

"Yes, thank you." Seryu smiled.

Lu Ye returned the smile.

very good!

In this way, it won't be long before Seleucus completely sides with him.

Investigating the villains who were killed in the night raid will not take too long.

No matter how much one tries to conceal their actions during life, after death, the atrocities committed and the pain inflicted on others will be revealed without reservation.

But when he came to his senses, he realized that Seryu had been staring at him the whole time.

"W-What's wrong?"

“It’s nothing,” Seryu smiled shyly, “I just think you look really beautiful when you smile.”

Lu Ye was taken aback.

Did you say this before?

Chapter 198 The Night of the Execution

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was midnight.

Because of the beheading of Zank, citizens generally stopped going out after 11 o'clock.

But there are always exceptions.

In the shadows of the deserted streets,

The man in the brown trench coat gripped the other man's neck tightly, giving him no chance to beg for mercy. A blade protruding from the wide sleeve pierced his throat as easily as piercing tofu with a finger.

"Gulp... Uh!"

A sound of blood bubbling came from deep in his throat, and the man's expression was forever frozen in that moment before he died.

Zank chuckled and twisted his wrist, causing the long, wide blade in the man's throat to writhe, the sound of bones and muscles tearing particularly jarring in the darkness.

Zank's movements were swift and clean; in just a few seconds, the man's head fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then collided with another headless corpse.

“Hmm… this method is better.” Zank turned his gaze to the woman who was with the deceased. “Because this way we can better observe the expression of despair on a person’s face before death, don’t you agree, miss?”

"No, no, no... don't kill me..."

The woman stared blankly at Zank, tears streaming down her face.

Her body slumped to the ground in fear, and a yellow liquid flowed between her legs.

The two men who accompanied her have both been killed.

She was so terrified that she lost the ability to move; her trembling throat muscles and diaphragm could not support her screaming.

She could only murmur pleas for mercy, begging the murderer in front of her to let her go.

"So, people just don't learn from their mistakes."

As Zank spoke, he grabbed the woman by the neck and lifted her up.

"No...don't kill me." The woman's face was contorted.

"No, no, who told you to come out at this time?" Zank grinned maliciously. "Didn't your parents teach you not to go out at night, because there are terrible monsters that roam around..."

"Spare my life, I'll do anything you ask... please."

"Oh, really?"

"real……"

"Can you chat with me?" Zank chuckled. "I love to talk, can you chat with me for a bit?"

"Yes! I can do it!"

The woman's greatest joy

If chatting could save her life, she would certainly be willing; she had even prepared herself to lose her virginity.

She was willing to do anything to survive, no matter the cost.

She absolutely did not want to end up like those two men.

"Then can you tell me..." Zank's eyes were full of malicious laughter, "what does it feel like to be decapitated?"

Ok?

What kind of question is this?