I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 792 - 490: The Sun Rising on the Execution Platform

Chapter 792: Chapter 490: The Sun Rising on the Execution Platform

"Father King... I..."

Prince Dazlert’s voice trembled as he stuttered, trying to defend himself, yet lacking the courage to do so.

The assembled crowd dared not even breathe, watching the prince slowly kneel with an expression of inexplicable panic, feeling both surprised by and sympathetic to his demeanor.

After all, this was a confrontation with Sun King Andre.

Anyone under His scrutiny would surely tremble with the same nervousness.

It was then that Aberhard and others realized something, looking towards the base of the far-off throne, where in the light, two blurry figures had been standing since they entered the Divine Kingdom.

One was a tall figure shrouded in snow-white gauze, sparkling amidst the radiant Constellation Points. The other wore a cloak knitted from variegated feathers, exuding vitality at all times.

The people were inexplicably shocked.

That was the Queen Priscilla of the Shuoli Kingdom to the far south, and the Pope of the Naturalist Sect, Lady Aisha, the Elk!

Had the two already negotiated with Sun King Andre?!

"The Tresor Royal Family will today release Nun Olmido and the son of Blaze, Noah..."

The voice of austere indifference echoed across the white plaza.

The Silver Dragon Witch Blaze was taken aback for a moment, then bowed deeply towards the distant throne, with Selma, the servant of God beside her, also bowing her head.

The clergy of Constellation Sect and the nuns of the Moon Church immediately followed suit, bowing respectfully to the gleaming figures.

"We thank Your Majesty for His clemency and wisdom,"

Blaze said in a deep voice.

The figure on the throne was silent for a moment before speaking:

"Furthermore, Tresor Crown Prince Dazlert will make a public apology at Fire Pattern Plaza tomorrow... After that, he will also be executed by beheading at Fire Pattern Plaza."

"!!"

No sooner had these words been spoken than everyone present showed their shock.

Prince Dazlert, who was kneeling on the ground, froze in place and looked up in disbelief.

"Father... Father King?"

Only the dead silence beneath the light replied to him.

Dazlert’s complexion turned pale, his body trembling. On this warm and comfortable white plaza, he felt a bone-chilling cold. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Why? Should I not defend the dignity of the Royal Family and protect the faith of the fervent Father King? Father King! What exactly did I do wrong?!"

Dazlert descended into madness, his head bowed and roaring.

"For the prosperity of the Empire, to repel the corruption, I devoted countless efforts to research a reagent infused with the power of the Sun, to create an extraordinary legion uniquely for the Empire... Can’t You see, Father King?!"

He lifted his head, his features distorted with emotional turmoil, revealing bitterness and resentment.

"Do You really think that even so, I still don’t measure up to that sinner? But if it weren’t for his incompetence, the encroaching darkness at the edge of corruption, how could it have escalated to today’s situation..."

"Dazlert."

The detached and authoritative voice of Sun King Andre suddenly interrupted the prince’s words.

"My child, you are not at fault. The fault lies in Destiny, for it is that which has pushed you onto this dead end. But as Crown Prince, this is the conclusion you must inevitably accept... I have seen everything you have done, but your so-called ’Seed of Light’ project was an extremely foolish and ignorant idea."

Dazlert shuddered.

The denial from his father king shattered his faith.

He looked up through tears, gazing directly into the boundless light.

At that moment, for some reason, through his tears, Prince Dazlert seemed to see many strange visions and images amidst the brilliant light.

There were many faces and figures, unfamiliar yet oddly recognizable, bustling in different time periods within the Royal Palace, men and women, young and old, each engaged in activities similar to his own... Some convened meetings, some laid secret plans, some researched potions, some sought advancement.

But no matter what, it seemed that none of them had succeeded.

Who were these people?

Dazlert suddenly felt a puzzling perplexity.

He did not understand why he was seeing these strange sights, but he had a strong intuition that he was about to become one of them.

The next instant.

Dazlert’s consciousness became hazy.

When he came to his senses again, the visions before his eyes disappeared, and he seemed to have forgotten something, looking bewildered.

What was I just...

Thinking about?

What did I just...

See?

With a blank expression, Dazlert, eyes empty, collapsed to the ground.

The solemn and majestic voice echoed across the white square once more:

"Are you all satisfied with this outcome?"

None of the judges present, nor the high-ranking members of the Seven Gods Church, opened their mouths to speak. The silence persisted until the woman in white veils beneath the throne spoke:

"Your Majesty Andre, thank you for your understanding."

"Hmm..."

The deep voice resonated from the throne.

It was as if to signal the end of everything, a final rest.

The light suddenly dimmed.

Before the crowd could blink, they found themselves back in the Royal Assembly Hall with the white square vanished.

Under Steward Babayeh’s exclamation, Prince Dazlert collapsed to the floor, unconscious. Five "Holy Guards bathed in light" quickly surrounded him, but this time, they were not there to protect, but to escort!

Click click.

The unconscious prince was hoisted up by a Golden Armored Knight, and the five strode out.

Those present exchanged looks, then maintained their silence.

It seemed no one had anticipated such an outcome in the end.

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The next morning.

Fire Pattern Plaza was already packed with people.

In just a short day, the citizens of the Royal City received the bombshell news that Prince Dazlert would apologize and express his remorse to the Empire and its citizens atop the platform here, followed by a public execution.

Countless residents came in shock.

No one could have imagined that this diligent Crown Prince, this energetic man who had achieved remarkable feats and was known as the "Empire’s Rising Sun," would be executed!

When people first heard the news, they thought it was a joke.

Only after the Royal Family and the Security Office posted notices and every newspaper published the news as an urgent headline did the people gradually take it seriously.

Their hero had already been labeled "the Empire’s criminal" in the newspapers... As for what heinous crimes he had committed, the notices and newspapers listed long entries, the first of which revealed the truth about the "massacre" that took place in the occupied territories after the victory in the western war.

It was all directed by Prince Dazlert; in reality, he ran human experiments, and the exact death toll had already exceeded one million, even surpassing the total death count of both sides in the war by more than tenfold.

The people felt both absurdity and a chill.

September 16, Solar Calendar year 4420.

A week after Prince Dazlert’s birthday had passed.

After several gloomy days, Fire Pattern Plaza welcomed clear weather.

Under the brilliant sunlight, the golden-haired prince stood on the platform, but he had shed his usually exquisite cotton clothes and was simply dressed in a hemp robe.

Behind him stood both Steward Babayeh and Royal Chief Secretary Franco, to his left and right. Both had very somber expressions, while a hint of sorrow lay hidden in Babayeh’s eyes.

"...Item seventeen, I abused my royal power and interfered with foreign affairs beyond our borders..."

"Item eighteen, I broke trust and honor, violated the Oath of the Seven Gods, and persecuted the Church’s clergy..."

"Item nineteen..."

The prince’s hoarse and feeble voice transmitted through loudspeakers surrounding the plaza. He recited over seventy of his crimes, then spread his arms wide to the crowd.

"I am guilty!"

Clang clang!

Two Golden Armored Knights stepped forward briskly from behind, grabbed the prince, and forcefully dragged him to the large execution platform nearby.

Dazlert silently knelt down.

He glanced up at the glaring Sun one last time.

He still didn’t understand what the Father King had said, and he continually harbored doubts... At that white square, he seemed to have seen something, yet now he couldn’t recall it.

Zing—

A sword clanged sharply.

The Golden Armored Knight had already turned with the lengthy Beheading Sword in hand.

Blood splattered, and the prince’s head tumbled, thunking onto the platform. His face still wore a look of confusion and bewilderment, as if the mysteries in his heart were more fearsome than death itself.

The crowd erupted into a tumult.

In the space above the plaza, that golden Sun shined particularly glaringly.