<h4>Chapter 81.4 </h4>


    “Oh, wait. If we put her face down, can’t we all see her? Please turn re on her back so that her face is up.”


    The knight’s face turned blue at Alice’s words as she pped her hands and said as if she had just thought of a good idea.


    Turning a sinner’s face down at the decapitation was partly for a clean cut, but it’s also a final mercy so that he didn’t feel the fear of impending death. When Alice said that the face should be turned upward for fun, Camille and some others gulped at the abnormality of it.


    The king called out to re, who could now speak, after the cors that blocked the words that hindered him from the decapitated criminals were removed from her.


    “re, the rebel and murderer of your brother. If you have anything left to say, I will listen. But I will not ept your pleas for your life.”


    re nced towards him at the King’s words, and instead of begging for her life, she smiled wryly.


    “Oh, that’s very kind of you. By the way, where is the Queen, who is nowhere to be seen? I don’t see my beloved father either…….could it be that the Demon Lord killed him after sending out your troops several times?”


    “…Let the executions begin.”


    The crowd began to murmur at the words [Demon Lord] that re let slip, rather than the bitterness he wanted to hear, and the king immediately ordered the execution.


    “Yes, do it please, then.”


    At Alice’s words, the executioner pointed the de of the guillotine at the thick rope from which it hung and raised the axe in a great swing.


    “…”


    Camille, who was moving among the people watching to see if he could somehow reduce the sentence, but it didn’t happen, and he just looked away from re, who was about to be killed, and noticed a white line like a shining path stretching out in the sparse clouds in the blue sky.


    (…is that? )


    “Ahahahahaha! Hear me, children of thisnd, my dear fools! I will not die, and you will not be spared. Hahahahahahaha!”


    As re’s mockingughter echoed, the executioner’s axe severs the noose, and an iron de, weighing several dozen kilograms, fell on re’s neck–


    *BAKIN’!!!


    At that moment, a white figure jumped in like a light shining from the sky, and just before the iron de touched re’s neck, a white fingertip stopped the de piercing through the de.


    A graceful white dress fluttered softly.


    The golden eyes that shone on her doll-like face.


    Her long, distinctive ears protruding from her shiny jet-ck hair that reached down to her waist.


    In the silence that made everyone forget to breathe… Camille, who had presented the dress to a certain woman, to a beautiful elven girl who seemed to be between 15 and 16 years old. re widened her eyes and smiled at the girl, who looked up at her with her slender fingertips that had pierced an iron de. The invader narrowed her eyes at re and said.


    “Sorry, am Ite?”


    “Fufu, the party’s already started …Carol.”