"Ha ha ha ha, so what?"
Yan Huan laughed as he bent over to pour out the oil.
"Did you really think the ones who reached the top first would help those who came later? Dream on. You should be thanking my ancestors for not swapping this out for gasoline and setting you all on fire!"
At the same time, a small stream of pale yellow liquid quietly flowed to Yan Huan's feet.
Thud—
Before everyone's eyes, a figure fell from the city wall and landed solidly on a crash pad.
"..."
Yan Huan slowly climbed to his feet. Looking at the hostile crowd gathering around him, he gave an awkward smile.
"Sorry, I slipped..."
Castrum Kremnos, inner city.
Detention sector.
Yan Huan and Castorice both wore shackles and were locked in a cell, awaiting their sentence.
If nothing unexpected happened, the two of them would be sentenced to death.
"See? We got in, didn't we?"
Yan Huan said smugly.
"I told you, why bother with some stupid festival? Getting into the inner city was easy."
"As expected of you, sir. You truly planned far ahead..." Castorice said with admiration.
Getting into the inner city so easily had indeed saved them quite a bit of trouble.
Outside the cell, it seemed others were being judged as well.
"Who is the loser who returned from the battlefield in disgrace? Who is the fly that strayed into the secret brewing of blood? Who is the filth upon Xuan Feng that should be cleansed into the river of blood? Who has failed Nikadori's command amid strife?"
A bearded governor was leading several Xuan Feng tribesmen nearby, giving ideological instruction to a Heavenly Condemnation Kin.
"It is you—the Kin forged by Its own hand."
"Your bloodline is as noble as a victorious gladiator