"Punish the vile traitor!"
"How dare he set foot in our city!"
"Enemy of the Empire!"
"Off with his head!"
Adam never got the chance to even speak.
The moment Almansour finished asking his question, the crowd erupted in a frenzy.
Shouts erupted from every corner of the square. Angry voices overlapped with curses and accusations, forming a roaring storm of rage directed at the man standing on the stage.
Hatred burned in their eyes.
Adam stood still as the boisterous noise washed over him.
But inside… something twisted.
There was a quiet turmoil in his chest, and beneath it was a slow, burning anger.
He had come from nothing.
No noble blood. No powerful family.
Everything he had achieved had been painstakingly earned through blood, sweat, and tears. Every step of his rise had been carved through hardship.
And through it all, he had always tried to remain a good man.
