The existence of magic power had certainly given this world plenty of additional forms of entertainment, such as magic-powered films and airship races.
But for ordinary people at the bottom of society, those were luxuries they could never enjoy.
They had few ways to entertain themselves: a stroll after dinner, chatting with neighbors about everyday affairs, or a mug of cheap ale at a tavern.
So they rarely missed a spectacle like the Empire publicly executing a prisoner.
The roads leading to the execution square were already packed.
Greg mingled with the flow of people, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. Young men walked with arms slung around one another's shoulders, women carried shopping baskets, and several vendors had seized the opportunity to set up roadside stalls selling nuts and flatbreads.
Everywhere was bustling, and some people had even broken into arguments over their differing views.
"I'm telling you, the Fifth Imperial Princess was definitely framed! Every policy she proposed back then was for our benefit! Someone like her colluding with the Demons? I wouldn't believe it if you beat me to death!"
A burly, bearded man waved his rough hands, spittle flying as he spoke.
"Hmph. You can know someone's face without knowing their heart."
A thin, middle-aged man beside him sneered.
"She disappeared for half a year. Who knows where she went or what she did during that time? What if she only came back after making some deal with the Demons?"
"Bullshit! You're judging a decent person by your own rotten standards!"
"You're the one talking bullshit! You've been fooled by her act!"
The argument grew increasingly heated, and the people around them joined in. Some supported Wendy, while others remained skeptical, and the debate showed no sign of stopping.
Watching them, Greg thought to himself, *Looks