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Chapter 1: Fro Yan could sense that sohness, please wake up…”

He turned his head away, but the sounds he’d heard didn’t disappear, they actually proceeded to get even louder instead Then, he felt sohness,Yan’s eyes snapped open His faone, and the faone They’d all been replaced by a strange landscape A round public square that was enclosed by sallows that were erected in the center of the square now dominated his field of view He hiallows There wasn’t a soft rotating office chair under his butt, but a cold hard iron chair instead There was also a group of people sitting with hi him intently Several of them were dressed as medieval lords and ladies froles

What the hell? Wasn’t I just rushing to finishYan was at a loss as he thought to hi overtime Thus, he was both uely remember that his heartbeat had become unsteady, and that he’d just wanted to lie down on his desk and take a break…

“Your Highness, please declare your ruling”

The speaker was the one that had secretly tugged on his sleeve His face was old, seely in his fifties or sixties, and he wore a white robe At first glance, he looked a bit like Gandalf, froht as he licked his dry lips, Ruling? What ruling?

As he quickly glanced around, his confusion ept away The people surrounding hi in the direction of the center of the square, at the gallows Many townspeople were also in the plaza and aving their fists while they shouted and even threw an occasional stone towards the gallows and the figure on it

Cheng Yan had only ever seen such an ancient instruallows consisted of two pillars extending upwards about 4between the two pillars with a thick yellow hemp rope around the allows, and the other end was tied into a noose around a prisoner’s neck

In this strange dreaht he was in, he found that he was able to see everything clearly Usually, he’d even need to wear his glasses to see the words on a co could see every detail of the gallohich were fifty allows had their head completely covered with a hood and had their hands tied behind their back They wore dirty grey clothes that were little s draped over a frame so thin, it seemed you could easily wrap your hand around their exposed ankle Cheng Yan judged the prisoner to be fe chest, and looked on as she stood there shivering in the chilly wind, but still trying to stand up straight to face her fate on her feet

Alright then, Cheng Yan thought to himself, what crime did this woed, and to wait for her to be hanged with such rage and hostility?

Cheng Yan’s memories appeared, almost as if they’d suddenly been turned on and he realized the cause of the situation, and the answer to his question, at almost the same time

She was a “witch”

She was considered to have fallen to the temptation of the devil and was known as an incarnation of evil

“Your Highness?” The Gandalf lookalike cautiously urged