The next day.
We came to the dungeon of the royal capital to take the leader of the bandits to the place of execution.
The place, isolated from the world, was dark with no light except for the torches hanging on the walls.
The place is filled with dense miasma.
If an ordinary person were to step into it, his or her mind would be corrupted.
I followed Commander Bolton down the cobblestone passageway.
We reached the innermost cell.
The miasma was even stronger there.
In the darkness, a large man sat arrogantly on his knees.
"Gazelle. It's time to take him in," said Commander Bolton.
The man slowly looked up.
The well-built man looked at me with glazed eyes. Even though he was in a dungeon, his eyes were not dead.
"...... Oh. It's already that time.
I'm not sure what to make of this.
He left the prison on his own feet.
He scratched his thick neck.
He let out a big yawn.
You've got a lot of time," I said. "I'm about to be executed.
Did you think I'd be scared?
Gazelle lifted the corners of her mouth.
You think I'm going to cry out and beg for my life? Well, if you were really going to die, that might have been possible.
...... Are you trying to tell me you're not going to die?
I've got my little minions. They'll come for me. --If anything, it's not me who's going to die today, it's you.
Gazelle's tone became admonishing.
I'm not gonna say anything bad. Now let me go. And I'll let you go. Don't you think it's foolish to die for a job that pays so little?
But if I let you go, innocent people will suffer. So I can't just let you go.
Gazelle muttered regretfully.
"Then go ahead and die for your own sense of justice.
I ignored his words and took him to the penitentiary with the others.
The place of execution was on the outskirts of the city.
The place is usually deserted, but today, perhaps because of the publicity of the execution of the bandit leader, many of the city's residents had gathered there.
The bandits' bad reputation had spread far and wide.
It was likely that people who had grown angry with the bandits had rushed to witness the execution. The place was swirling with black, simmering hatred.
"You evil bastard! You'll pay for this!
Do you know how many people have suffered because of you?
Gazelle overheard the abuse and shouted to the people.
Gazelle, hearing the abuse, shouted to the people, "Stop messing around! All you can do is yell from the outside! I'm telling you, I don't regret a single thing!
He raised his eyes and twisted his mouth in a provocative manner.
It's only because of people like you that we can enjoy our lives! I'll continue to play you like slaves!
Commander Bolton leads the laughing gazelle to the execution table. We were guarding the area around him.
--The remnants will definitely try to set up a trap at this time.
And that's when Gazelle stepped onto the stairs leading to the execution platform.
Now! Save the head!
A shadow jumps out from the crowd of spectators.
At first glance, it appeared to be a mere resident of the city.
But their movements were agile and refined.
Sunlight illuminated the daggers in their hands.
--I knew you were coming!
The residents of the city panicked at the sudden attack and fled like spiders.
Among them, the one coming towards us is ........
These are the remnants of the bandits.
"See? I told you. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.
"You're done for.
The bandit was heading straight for Gazelle.
I stood in front of him.
I'll kill anyone who gets in my way!
I'll kill anyone who gets in my way!" I parried the knife that was thrust at me without hesitation.
I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea.
I'm not sure if there are more than a dozen of them.
There are probably close to ten of them.
I can tell just by looking at their appearances.
They all seem to be pretty skilled.
But that's no big deal to us.
A man from the bandits snapped his neck and said provocatively.
...... Don't get carried away just because you killed one guy, okay? I'll show you what happens when you make enemies of all the Gazelle bandits.
"I see. That's good to know.
"So all the bandits are here. So if we finish you off, the Gazelle bandits will be destroyed by the end of the day.
The bandit with the blood on his head is attacking me.
But before he could slash at me, he was hit in the brain by a mallet flying from the side. I was flung across the cobblestone like a draining stone.
"Hahaha! Nice shot!
Nice shot!" Spinoza chuckled as he carried the mallet on his shoulder.
Don't forget about us, either. ...... So? And who's going to get their brain cracked by my mallet next?
You've got to be kidding me. I'm not going to let you talk to me like that.
A gust of wind cut through the bandits.
A gust of wind cut through the bandits. The next moment, they fell to the ground like dominoes.
The one wielding the sword was Seira.
I can't afford to fall behind you!
"d*mn it! You're dressed like an idiot! You little b*tc*! Take them all at once! I'm gonna cut her up first!
The bandits are about to attack Seira.
I'm not sure what to do.
I'm not sure what to make of that.
"...... ugh. There's a lot of openings.
You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them. The arrows were precise enough to choke the thieves.
It was no longer a battle, it was more like an overrun.
In no time at all, the bandits were exterminated.
The only ones standing around the execution site were us, the guards. The gazelle on the execution table looked down at the scene with a pale face.
I climbed the stairs leading to the execution platform and stood in front of the gazelle.
The lovely minions you were so proud of are gone now, aren't they?
"Ah ...... ah .......
He collapsed to his knees and clutched my legs.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Please don't kill me!
The gazelle's face was frantic.
The gazelle begged for my life in a desperate manner.
"Have you ever heard the begging of the people you've killed? Did you ever offer a helping hand to those who were sold into slavery?
No, of course not.
"It's too bad you didn't listen to the pleas of others, but you're the one who needs help, isn't it?
You're the one who's going to die today, not us.
The gazelle was strapped to the executioner's table and was flailing about, trying to escape. The sight of his arms and legs flailing about was nothing short of ridiculous.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Please don't kill me! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
"It's not looking good. That's what happens when you're not prepared to die.
I looked down at the gazelle and spat the words out coldly.
He cried out that he didn't want to die, and begged for his life, clinging to him as he died - what a better end for a villain than that?
The chieftain was executed and all his men were put to the sword.
The bandits were destroyed.
The people of King's Landing can now live in peace.