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Chapter 110 : Secret
Chapter 110 : Secret
The crowd watched in silence, some murmuring among themselves, while others simply observed the scene with somber expressions. The crosses formed an imposing row, each one representing a fate sealed by past actions. The wind blew gently, carrying with it an aura of solemnity and tension. The sun's rays illuminated the place, highlighting the motionless figures bound to the crosses.
The air was laden with a heavy atmosphere, as if the weight of justice was palpable in the surroundings. Birds circled overhead, like silent witnesses to what was about to unfold.
The scene before my eyes left me bewildered. Despite being familiar with the empire's strict laws, witnessing the public execution of the guilty was shocking and heartbreaking. The sight of the motionless figures bound to the crosses was like a snapshot of a dark and brutal past, evoking images of medieval times where justice was delivered relentlessly.
The square was filled with a heavy silence, only interrupted by the faint sound of the wind and the creaking of the crosses under the weight of the condemned. The gathered crowd watched in reverent silence, with expectant gazes and, in some cases, a hint of vengeance.
Every detail of the scene seemed drawn from a somber painting: the torn and bloodied clothes of the condemned, the sun shining relentlessly on their motionless bodies, and the dark metal piercing their hands and feet, painful reminders of their crimes.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere was imbued with a solemnly ceremonial air, as if justice itself were present in the square, observing with unwavering eyes each of the punishments. At that moment, I realized the inherent brutality of imperial law, a reality I could not ignore even if I wanted to.
Several more minutes passed until noon, behind the guilty, the gates of the guild opened, and people in armor came out, but not just any armor, they were soldiers of the empire!
The arrival of the imperial soldiers marked a moment of great solemnity and authority in the square. Their imposing presence and the shining silver armor adorning their figures conferred an atmosphere of power and discipline. Each of them seemed a figure of embodied authority, with their cold and penetrating gazes.
The armor itself was a masterpiece of engineering, meticulously designed to provide maximum protection without compromising agility. Its polished surface reflected the sunlight, creating silver flashes that dazzled those who beheld them. It was evident that these were not simple war garments, but symbols of the strength and discipline of the empire.
The crowd watched in silence as the soldiers took their positions behind the guilty, creating an imposing row of hooded and masked figures. Behind them, the imperial judge advanced with firm steps, his presence commanding respect and authority in equal measure.
The ritual of the trial began with a solemnity that enveloped the entire square. With the imperial judge sealing his eyes with the golden mantle, the stage was set for justice to be done. One by one, the names of the guilty echoed in the air, accompanied by their crimes, as the judge pronounced them with a firm and grave voice.
The execution of the sentence was carried out efficiently by the imperial soldiers, whose imposing figures loomed behind the accused. With a swift movement of their swords, each name pronounced was associated with a severed head.
Despite the desperate pleas of some of the condemned to beg for their lives, the fate was sealed for all. The square resonated with the sounds of the execution, creating a tense and somber atmosphere as each head fell and each life came to an end.
Several more hours passed and with all the responsible parties dead, the guild guards took care of cleaning up the entire place, the judge mentioned that the next day a guild staff would visit each affected family with the amount of money that was established, thus ending the day.
The next morning found us gathered at a lively breakfast, sharing laughs and conversations. The atmosphere was filled with peace and joy, and Roberto, in excellent spirits, decided it would be a good idea to celebrate with a feast. Among all, Ema stood out with her contagious enthusiasm, running around with a radiant smile that illuminated the room.
However, amidst all the conversations, there was something that deeply surprised me. Lysandra shared with us a revealing detail about Ema. It turns out that the times Ema took her to her room, it was to talk about magic. According to Ema, one night she felt a strange warmth in her chest, which initially filled her with fear, thinking that something bad was happening.
But to her surprise, it was not at all. In fact, that was the moment her mana orb awakened, absorbing all the magical energy in the room in a brilliant burst of power.
All eyes converged on Ema, who went from being radiant with joy to a frozen expression of nervousness. Shifting her feet slightly, she began to speak hesitantly. "U-umm... I wanted to learn magic, so when I found out that my older brother's girlfriend was a mage, I wanted her to teach me," she confessed with a trembling voice, revealing her deepest secrets.
Roberto quickly approached his daughter, enveloping her in a comforting hug. "My dear daughter, you should trust your parents more. We are very happy that you managed to awaken your mana orb," he said, his voice choked with emotion, as tears of happiness welled up in his eyes. Nicol, beside them, finally snapped out of his daze and joined the hug, tears also shining in his eyes.
The three of them began to cry, but these were tears of happiness.
Seeing the three of them crying made my heart tremble a bit, quickly felt a kind of familiarity if in fact this already happened, the first time when they got the 80 gold coins and besides that they had the security that they were going to leave that place where they lived and now discovering that Ema does have possibilities of being a mage.