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Outside the royal city, the crowd was separated. In front of the moat, opposite the gate of the royal city, there was a crossroads where a large number of people gathered. And at the center of these people was the execution platform.

On the execution platform stood a fat man.

"Oh! So this is the witch," a disgusting male voice came out, but Yuna ignored it.

As the executioner, once this man received the execution order from King Allen, he would drop the torch in his hand.

Yuna, who was tied to the cross, could be burned alive at any moment.

But Yuna was not nervous, she just kept her head down.

"Ah~ I haven't had such a delicious woman in a long time," drooled the man, looking at Yuna, the shadow between his legs arousing inappropriate thoughts.

In the midst of this, a drop of saliva fell on his shoe, and at that moment, the man wanted to take a step forward.

"Hey!"

Just as the man was about to reach out his hand, a female voice shouted.

"She is the prey of Allen's hero. Dare you touch her?"

The one who spoke was Little Dragon.

"Just a dying person, isn't she?" the executioner replied, but Little Dragon didn't answer. Instead, she drew her sword and pointed it at the executioner.

"Do you dare to commit such despicable acts before everyone's eyes?"

"Haha, alright, I don't really care," said the executioner, slowly stepping down from the platform and disappearing into the crowd.

"After all, even a corpse after death can be a top-quality delicacy," he said with a nauseating laughter, making Little Dragon want to rush forward and cut him down.

But she couldn't make a move now. Cyclone was still fighting desperately between the thrones, on his own.

The executioner, though an occupation that no one likes, is a necessary presence for dealing with criminals, and is a servant directly under King Allen.

Little Dragon looked into the distance, and then looked at Yuna.

"Don't you want to ask? Why I'm helping you?"

"Why...?" Yuna's voice had a seductive quality, and if it weren't for Little Dragon's resistance, she might also be driven mad by the witch in front of her.

"You're the same... deeply in love with that man."

"Why... of course!" Yuna laughed, and Little Dragon turned her gaze back to the distance, silently waiting for the moment when the man returned from the battlefield.

No magic.

No sword.

Just a simple conversation.

One word after another, forming sentences.

Here, violence was useless.

Because here, only one person could wield violence, and that was the master of the throne, King Allen.

Cyclone had taken the first step, and now, they were about to enter the real battlefield.

Without Cyclone's intervention, someone was quickly brought to the point.

In the end, everyone had this thought.

Whether they hated it or believed it was right, these people all had one belief.

Allen is righteous.

As long as the witch Yuna died, the final evil of the demon would also come to an end.

Everything would come to an end.

Everything was for Allen's future.

"Well, now that Cyclone's hero's concerns have been resolved, it's time to deal with the next matter."

Some people silently nodded, while others disagreed.

But everyone knew what the next topic was.

"Although the witch is not dead, she has been captured."

It was Stanny, the friendly finance minister, who spoke up.

Cyclone couldn't believe it, but he understood.

This was not a question of right or wrong, nor a question of good or evil.

Just...

"Now, Allen City has become restless. The demons, even after their defeat, want to once again bring havoc upon us and our prosperity in Allen!"

Next was the vice general, Basbasxy.

"Your Majesty! Burn the witch at the stake and show the world the justice of Allen!"

"Yes!"

"That's right, once the strongest witch on the continent is dead, there won't be any demons daring to show themselves again."

"Your Majesty!!"

"Your Majesty!!!!"

"Your Majesty!!!!!!!"

Countless pleas were heard, the voices much louder than the laughter just moments ago.

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