As the judgments continued, one criminal after another embraced the death that had long been due to them amid the increasingly thunderous curses of the surrounding crowd.
As the number of criminals dwindled, only the last one remained: Baron Myka.
Compared to the criminals sentenced to death before him, who had displayed fear and terror in the face of death, Myka was far calmer than John had expected—he could even be called arrogant.
When he faced the onlookers glaring at him, his eyes showed neither remorse for his crimes nor any plea for mercy. Instead, he stood upon the execution platform and looked down at the crowd with contempt.
Just as he had when he was still the Baron of Dragon Eye Domain several days ago.
Under the invisible pressure of that aura called "class," born from the arrogance and sense of superiority ingrained in nobles' bones—
For a moment, the anger of the people who had wanted to curse him and tell him to die was replaced by the servility they had long grown accustomed to. They shrank back or fearfully avoided his condescending gaze.
Seeing these foolish mudlegs reveal the familiar expressions he had always known beneath his gaze, Myka could not help looking at the expressionless black-haired young man below the platform. A mocking smile immediately appeared on his lips.
"Ha ha ha!"
At that moment, Myka's heart was full of satisfaction.
He had even begun to care less about the death that was about to come. Instead, he wanted to laugh at the other man.
He wanted to laugh at this man for attempting to oppose people like them—the noble beings who truly held the world in their hands—with nothing more than the status of a commoner.
Whether it was the education and experiences he had