Holmes was the first to react, kneeling with a thud, repeatedly kowtowing: "No, my lord! I'm innocent! I did nothing!"
Klan's face flushed red, his eyes bloodshot: "Please give me a chance to explain, I was just following orders! It was His Highness who..."
But before he could finish, the Red Tide Knight kicked him heavily to the ground.
Harlov struggled and roared: "You brat have no right to judge the honored nobility of the Northern Territory! My grandfather took an arrow for the Duke!"
His voice was high-pitched, filled with a desperate will to survive.
The last person, Heman, had a numb expression, trembling as he closed his eyes, murmuring softly as if accepting his fate: "I just..."
The four were pressed to kneel on the ground, one after another.
Beseeching, cursing, silent, emotions intertwined.
Until the first sound of the blade broke through the air, blood splattered in front of everyone.
Lambert's movements were clean and swift, each stroke as fast as lightning.
