Turning

“Listen, sinner, Yudrain Aile.”

 

An abstract voice came from above his head.

 

“You are a sinner who forgot your duty and responsibility as the commander of the Cavalry, and attempted to conspire against the world with your unassailable claims.
You dared to deceive the world and also tried to steal the World Sphere by invading the prohibited sanctuary.
Do you admit that you tried to run away to another country when the truth came to light, the truth in which it was revealed and connected with the murder of the Duke of Peletta nine years ago, the destruction of the Pearl Tower seven years ago, and the riots and the red field five years ago?”

 

Yuder laughed inwardly.
He was a great sinner who would go down in history for a very long time.

 

Was there anyone here who wanted to know the truth when they were only reciting the answers they already decided were the truth?

 

Anyway, what they wanted to believe was not the gruesome reality that the world might soon fall into a crisis of existence, but the belief that the half-hearted Omega that was originally a lowly commoner dared to plot against them, so killing him would solve everything.

 

Meanwhile, Yuder had been wandering around the world for years, trying to find someone who would listen to him and believe him.
So many signs were saying that something bad was about to happen to the world.
Yuder could feel something so huge that even he couldn’t tell what was slowly approaching, but no one listened to him.

 

With his cranky and sharp personality, Yuder, who repeatedly wandered outside without any family nor connections, was thoroughly isolated, and receiving criticism for being crazy.

 

Even at this moment, he was all alone.

 

If he had really left when he was asked to transfer to the next empire, would he have experienced this? Yuder moved one of his remaining eyes to look at the jade on the far-off platform.

 

The emperor’s place in the dim view was empty.
At one time, he only relied on him instead.
The emperor who whispered and ordered him to do many things that couldn’t be handled publicly turned away when Yuder was caught.

 

Instead, a man stood beside the throne with a black thorny tree cane.
Embedded in that is a red stone.

 

Not long ago, the cane belonged to Yuder.
The uniform he wore as the commander of the Cavalry and the authority to stand right next to the throne once belonged to him.

 

The man standing in his place was once Yuder’s subordinate.
A man who had never dared to make eye contact with Yuder before had now taken his place.
His attitude with the cane was remarkable.

 

Who would blame him, now?

 

In retrospect, so many things had been lost in the name of a great cause.
He thought there would be no regrets no matter when he died, but it was not so when he stood before death.
Many things were mixed up and swirled in his head.

 

The stubbornness and pride that had sustained him.

 

A great deal of work that still needed to be done.

 

An unanswered question.

 

The first one to leave.

 

The future after he disappeared.

 

And… the face of someone he had been forced to repress.

 

“…….”

 

“In history, there has never been a criminal like this.
The sinner does not reflect on his actions at all, even though he has committed a felony in which he tried to take advantage of the Emperor’s trust and ruin the entire nation.
His Majesty is sickened by the shock of putting such a man who does not know his honor and responsibility in an unbecoming position.
So the punishment of the sin is death penalty, he is to be beheaded here today.
Bless the generous Emperor forever!”

 

WAAAAAA

 

The petals fluttered and cheers rang out.
Yuder was dragged onto the high altar by the arms of the soldiers.

 

On the altar especially built to punish the high-handed criminal, a giant guillotine which made everyone see the decapitating scene, was shining a navy blue blade.

 

A long torture threw his crushed body like a minced meat under the blade.
Until his mana hole was destroyed, the strange pain, which had little to feel surrounded by a low and gentle energy, had been overwhelmed breathlessly.
Yuder gasped as he felt his eyes whitened.

 

Usually, criminals sentenced to death had a chance to leave a will, but Yuder was not given such an opportunity.
Yuder finally looked up at the blue sky, enough to make his eyes grow cold.

 

It was strange.
He thought it would be unfair enough for him to shed tears of blood, but he didn’t feel bad.
He rather felt relieved thinking that he could soon be freed from all this tedious work.

 

So, what was so funny about him, who was about to die, who cared about the future anyway?

It was them who didn’t listen to his damn warning.

 

Ah, I see.
I was actually exhausted…….