Author: eren
Word count: 9329
Olande knelt on the execution ground, looking at the cheering crowd in a daze.
His arms were hung behind his back, pulling his limp body up forcibly. On the stone floor of the gallows, there were black blood stains that could not be wiped off.
For the past three days, the imperial executioners had shown him the greatest malice.
The kneecaps of his legs were shattered, the fingers of his hands were smashed one by one by a hammer, and the phalanges were broken into several joints in reverse. His throat has long been unable to scream due to lack of water, and everything in his sight is covered with a layer of blood red.
Olande blinked his bruised eyes and looked for the shadow of his partner in the crowd, but he didn’t see the familiar person. He sighed and looked up at the sky. The sky was gloomy, and the wind was blowing wildly, as if a heavy rain would fall from the dark clouds covering the sky at any time.
Oland is a thief.
Like countless people struggling to survive at the bottom of society, Orlande, an abandoned orphan, has no skills at all – except stealing. He and his companion, Wolfhart, both steal for a living. Although the money they touch can only fill their stomachs, this is the only way to die of starvation.
In this Kian Empire, the punishment for crimes is very harsh, not to mention that here is Aditya, the capital of the empire, and the law enforcement is even more merciless. Even the theft of a few copper coins was brutally executed. After being captured, Hollander was sentenced to be hanged—the imperial executioner sat on his buttocks and twisted his neck with his thigh.
…Why on earth was I born in this world?
Olande muttered in a low voice, and the figure of the executioner was reflected in his eyes.
It was a plump, tall blonde girl. She has slender legs, wearing the standard strappy sandals used in the imperial army, and her round toes are painted with light red nail polish. The straps of the sandals are only tied up to the calves, and the sensual thighs are boldly exposed, slightly bulging outwards in the restraints; looking up, the eyes are involuntarily attracted by her buttocks covered by the short skirt. Even from the front, it can be seen that her buttocks are extremely plump, almost giving people a sense of suffocation. Her upper body is covered with cloth armor, her tall breasts are covered, and the tassels on her shoulders are engraved with gorgeous coat of arms, indicating her noble status.
Chief Executioner of the Empire – Windlin Hellvilleshine.
How could he fail to recognize this woman?
As a judge and executioner entrusted by the Queen with important tasks, Wendelin is the nightmare of all the lower classes. This woman seemed to have boundless energy: She searched tirelessly for any man who dared to touch the laws of the Empire, crushed their dignity in court, and brought them a painful death with her own ass. In this month alone, the number of people in the empire who were publicly executed by her has reached double digits.
He was so scared that his legs started to go weak.
Wendelin cast a disgusted glance at Orlande, who was kneeling on the ground, with the eyes of a bedbug, then turned to face the crowd and announced:
“The sinner’s name is Hollander,A native of the lower city of the capital of Aditya. He is an unearned Imperial moth who lives by stealing, in serious disobedience to the teachings of the Great Queen and Priests. According to the laws of the Empire—”
The young executioner paused, raised her hand and continued:
“I will hang him!”
The crowd burst into cheers. Children climbed on the backs of adults, girls in school uniforms laughed and whispered, women in beautiful dresses tiptoed. With the announcement of the execution, the atmosphere in the execution ground quickly heated up. But most of the onlookers were women, and the passing men didn’t even dare to look this way, they used hats to block their sight, lowered their heads and hurried away.
“Look up.” Wendelin tugged at Orlande’s hair, glanced back, “Is there anything else you want to say before you die?”
Olande looked into her lavender eyes and wanted to say something, but he couldn’t think of any last words worth saying. He knew a long time ago that since he became a thief, he would be caught sooner or later, endure inhuman torture and die under a woman’s ass. But he didn’t expect this ending to come so soon – so soon that he didn’t even have time to think about his last words.
“……I……”
Olande’s mind was blank, and he looked up at the executioner as if asking for help, wanting to beg her to let him think for a while. But Wendelin soon lost her patience, and Olande heard her whisper a curse word and let go of her hair-before he realized what was going to happen, Wendelin began to execute him.
She lifted up her short skirt with her hand, took a step back, and completely covered Oland’s face with her butt.
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