Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter 1: Prologue

Translated by Mara Sov

Prologue

In a dungeon where the sun didnt reach, the stench emanating from the mold-covered walls stung my nose, and the cold hard floor chilled my bones.

I couldnt even feel the heavy shackles on my ankles anymore.

And worst of all, the horrible thirst and hunger continued to torture me.

Creak-

Then, across the dungeon, I could hear the faint sound of a door opening.

My shoulders tensed, fueled more by fear than courage at this point.

Fuck, whats now.

The echo of footsteps grew louder as their owner approached the iron bars of my cell.



Even with a parched throat, I managed to dry swallow as the person finally arrived at my cell. But contrary to my fears, it wasnt the Jailer.

In the basket, the person carefully and slowly puts down, is bread.

Before I could even think, my hands had already reached for it.

The bread was old, maybe a couple of days old, based on how hard they were.

But I quickly shoved them in my mouth, trying to remember when the last time I even ate something was.

Cough, cough.

Without a single shed of dignity, I coughed as I tried to hurriedly eat that hard bread, but then, the figure beyond the bars handed me a single bottle of water.

Quickly taking it, I drank it in one go, quenching my thirst. Only then did I manage to see the face of this person in front of me.

A woman with a familiar face.

Who was she?

No matter how much I tried to, I couldnt remember.

Th-thank you, but who are you?

The woman hesitated for a second before opening her lips.

I used to work as a servant in the Marquiss manor.

Ah, I see. If I ever get out of here, Ill make sure to repay you.

The womans face hardened at my words.

Her eyes became full of pity.

In the past, I would have considered this somewhat disrespectful.

But now, I couldnt even look at her, so I focused on eating the rest of the bread and water.

Then, the woman flinched as the door opened again, she hurriedly bowed to me and walked away.

Hey, wait

My words couldnt stop her.

In her place the same ugly-looking Jailer, whom I had seen countless times already, appeared, grinning from ear to ear while showing his yellow tooth.

Did you enjoy your last meal, My Lordship the Marquis?

Kill the one with filthy blue blood!

Rotten eggs flew at me hitting my chest and splattering everywhere.

The sheer bloodlust and malice of the crowd before me almost made me forget the stench of the rotten eggs.

Countless flags of the self-proclaimed revolutionary army were held high, like spears pointing to the sky of Lumiere A metropolis that once was the capital of Francia.

Liberty. Equality. Fraternity



Oh, is that so? Then let me ask you this, Marquis. Among your subjects, is there anyone who was so graciously protected by you, who is grateful for your generous rule, that they would speak in your defense?

The crowd erupted in sneers and mockery at Jidors words. They didnt even intend to conduct a proper trial in the first place!

I was about to lash out in anger when I heard Jidors next words.

Say their names if there are any. Perhaps they will even miraculously appear among these people and defend you?

I dont know any.

I didnt know the names of my subjects.

Jidors smile only grew at my continued silence.

Of course, you cant say anything. Does your nobleship, the Marquis, even know a single name of your subjects you so proudly protected and cared for?

I didnt even know the name of the woman who had brought me bread and water, and she said she worked in my mansion.

Arent the nobles required to memorize a long list of names and titles for people they might not even see in their whole lives?

If you didnt consider them worthless to even know their names, surely you would know at least one among your people whom you cherished. Do you get it now Marquis? That is why noble scum like you are called blue blood.

Im different from my father. I was supposed to be better than most nobles. I despised them. I, alone, struggled to be someone different from them!

But my faith, my beliefs, my efforts were all washed away by the jeers and boos of the crowd.

Look at this hypocritical noble! Isnt it clear that even he, who claims to not be corrupt, sees us not as people, but as mere livestock!

As the crowd cheered, Jidor smiled triumphantly at me.

No, it couldnt be. I, was I no different from those other nobles? No, that was simply not possible.

The sound of Jidors shout echoed around the courtroom, and the same sentence given to me was repeated by hundreds, thousands of those who were present.

In the name of Freedom, Equality, and Fraternity. The court of this Republic sentences the defendant, Pierre de Lafayette, to death.

As I was dragged by those hideous guards, I realized I was crying.

The stench of blood that could never be erased from the confines of the gallows, was intense.

The jeers, disgust, and ridicule of the crowd were all engraved in my mind.

I dont want to die. At least, not like this. If I had a second chance

The cruel sound of the guillotine blade being released screeched in my ears, and a terrible sensation overwhelmed me.

Aaaaah!

I woke up with a shudder.

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TL note: Tada!

Did yall liked this teaser I prepared for yall?

Dis is mah New Novel!

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VIVA LA REVOLUTION

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