CH 81.1

Graduation Event Flare’s Execution

A special prison for serious criminals in the basement of the Royal Castle of Caenista.

In the center of the 30-meter-long stone prison, with a magical circle on the floor that sealed magic and spirits, and water running from the top to the ankles, Flare was being held, bound from the neck down with magic charms, while her hands and feet were bound with shackles that sealed her spirits.

The poisoned food on the tray with feet placed in front of her had been given to her on the first day, and it was already rotten and stinking.

More than three months have passed since Flare’s capture, but she had not been given any medical treatment, and she had had only one meal, the first poisoned one. She was unable to lie down due to the water on the floor, and even though she was still in her dirty dress, only Flare’s eyes were glowing with a fierce light.

Even though the spirit was sealed, the flame spirit was still inside Flare, the contractor.

The flame spirit had converted its own magical power into life force and given it to Flare, so Flare was still alive, but if the spirit’s magical power ran out, Flare’s fate would run out as well.

The soldiers were so frightened by Flare, who was threatening them with just a glance, that no one dared to approach the dungeon, but for the first time in a month, there was a visitor.

*Pishan

With the steps of the visitor with two guards, the splashing water flew to Flare’s cheek and flowed quietly.

“Hello Flare, how are you?”

The person was Cashmere, the heir apparent to the Duke of Prata and Flare’s own brother.

Cashmere greeted his sister with a fresh smile, who had been tied up in the dungeon for more than three months like he was greeting her in the morning, and his eyes narrowed tenderly as he looked at Flare’s condition.

“I wonder if you can’t even speak anymore? Your eyes are as lovely as ever. If it weren’t for the Spirit, I’d crush your limbs and want to keep you.”

Cashmere glanced at the submerged arrowheads and broken spearheads. They tried to execute Flare several times when she was first sealed up in the dungeon, but they couldn’t penetrate her even once.

“But don’t worry, I finally finished a few days ago an iron beheading stand that I found in an old document for Flare, using spirits as sacrifices. Thanks to Mistress Alice who graciously supplied me with a spirit, a friend, at the cost of 100 large gold coins.”

Spirits were resistant to physical attacks. If it were a great spirit, almost all physical attacks would be ineffective, and the effect would also be granted to their contractor, Flare, although not completely.

The magic attribute could also hurt them, but in the case of execution by magic, there was a risk that the seal would break first, so no one could kill the Flare.

The iron weapon that could harm Spirits could be made by sacrificing other Spirits, and a small amount of production was finally completed with the cooperation of the Beloved Child.

“Your execution is tomorrow at the graduation party. Good for you. You get to graduate with your classmates. I would like to thank Miss Alice for suggesting it. I hear it will be held in the school’s courtyard and will be open to the public, so I’m looking forward to it.”

Cashmere happily described his own sister’s planned execution with a fresh smile. The knights of the nobility, many of whom have a penchant for perversion, stepped back slightly from the unusual mood of the execution.