Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1867

Chapter 1867 Victors and Vanquished (Part 1)

Griffon Kingdom, City of Valeron, main plaza.

It was night in the Desert, but for the people of the capitol it was almost noon. A large crowd had assembled around the tall gallows that had been built in the middle of the plaza.

The structure was made of rough wood, easy to assemble and dismantle.

There was nothing fancy about it because just like its purpose, it had to be simple and brutal. The pinewood was stained with blood that was never cleaned and the chopping block was already in place on a dais.

Nobles, mages, and even commoners had come from all corners of the Kingdom to witness an event that hadn't taken place since the era of Arthan, the Mad King. The public execution of someone carrying Royal blood.

Valeron's descendants weren't all good people, but Royals preferred to deal with the bad apples in a discrete and private way to not taint the reputation of the Crown. Especially when the punishment was extreme.

Yet Morn Griffon had made his crimes public and so would be the carrying of his sentence.

The former General of the Army was escorted by three guards wearing the Royal Fortress armor arranged around him in a triangle formation. He was dressed in grey clothes that while clean were rags compared to his usual attire.

His reddish hair was stained with dried blood and his silver eyes had lost any spark of nobility. He looked and moved like a cornered rat, turning his head left and right in the hope to find a way to escape.

The guards pushed him forward every time he slowed down. Morn had been a muscular man in his fifties, but now he was as thin as a stick and looked twenty years older. _{freewebnøvel.com}

Two days of torture made horrors for the health and being fed solely tonics, with no solid food, had slimmed him down greatly. He had been tortured alternatingly with fire, ice, and lightning with pauses in between so that his body could never adapt to the pain.

As he stepped up the gallows, his eyes fell on the golden crown on Meron's head and the General wondered what had gone wrong. His plan had been perfect and its execution flawless.

The crown was supposed to belong to him now, yet the only ornament he wore were the chains binding his hands and feet to his waist.

"People of the Kingdom." The King wore the same clothes he would for a gala.

A set of a silk shirt and pants with a mantle covering his shoulders. Meron held the Sword of Saefel in his hands, the tip pointing down and resting on the wood of the gallows.

"Today we are gathered to witness the end of a man that once I considered a friend and an ally. My very own cousin, Morn Griffon." The King's voice was enhanced by no spell, yet it carried clearly throughout the plaza thanks to his powerful lungs and the perfect acoustics.

"As you know, we are in times of war. We have enemies outside and within these walls. It's a time when petty grudges, ambitions, and differences must be set aside if we want to survive.

"Yet Morn Griffon, in spite of all that and of his duty as General of the Army, plotted against the Kingdom. His action cost us a powerful Archmage and ally, sowed discord among our people, and most importantly, caused innocent victims."

A hologram of the fight between Lith and Orpal appeared, followed by images of how Lutia had been protected by the Demons. Then, appeared scenes of unrest in various cities of the Kingdom, where people attacked their neighbors believing them a Beast in disguise.