The Villainess That Was Once A VRMMO player-Chapter 81.3

In front of the royal castle, a large crowd had gathered to catch a glimpse of the renegade Flare.

Some looked at her with hatred. Some stared in derision at the sight of the fallen daughter of a nobleman. Some stared in horror. Some looking with pitying eyes.

Flare, who was tied to a horse-drawn cart in a standing position, did not even turn her head, but stood proudly with her chest out, and her figure even showed the grace of a champion.

[Die quickly, you rebel!]

[The crops are dying because of you, you Witch!]

[How many people have died because of you?]

As Flare headed down the main street toward the school, she heard a shout of abuse from the crowd, soon a stone was thrown and hit Flare on the cheek.

As Flare silently turned her blue eyes toward the one who had thrown the stone, the crowd moved away from the man who had thrown it with frightened faces, and the one-man left behind turned pale with dismay.

“That one, I remember.”

The words she just muttered reached the crowd, which had quieted down for a moment, and the crowd jumped away from the men who were hurriedly cursing at Flare, who slowly looked around at them.

Among them must have been a few cherry-pickers who were blaming Flare for their crime. The people were frightened of Flare, who was smiling with amusement at them, and the knight, who was holding up his short whip to stop the sinners from speaking out of turn, remembered Cashmere’s horrible death and was unable to lower his whip to the end, as if frightened.

When Flare arrived at the magic academy, the public began to enter through a separate gate.

Among them, there was a blonde girl who tried to sell the admission tickets at a high price, acting like a duffer, but it was not certain.

The carriage carrying Flare was lifted onto the stage, and the King, accompanied by the new Commander of the Knights, the first court mage with a pouty face, the Archbishop of the Royal Capital Church, and the King’s brother Camille, went up on stage, followed by the Crown Prince Julio, Ian, Maron, Luka, and finally Alice the [Beloved Child], who was gasping for air as if she had run to the stage.

“Julio, begin!”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Julio nodded at the dignified words of his father, the king, and escorted Alice’s sweaty hands forward with an ecstatic smile, like she was crying and laughing.

Julio looked around at the assembled people and nobles, and finally turned to Flare, who this time was even fitted with a collar that blocked his words.

“Flare. You and I have been betrothed since childhood, but your misdeeds will not be forgiven. Your fate ends here. I, Julio, Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Caenista, formally break my engagement to Flare and hereby announce my formal marriage to the [beloved child] Alice Lannon Yogle, the Saintess of Salvation!”

Julio announced, taking Alice’s hand and stepping forward, the nobles gave an outpouring of applause, and most of the crowd cheered as Alice waved her hands in the air.

“Now, Alice, your first task as Crown Princess.”

“Yes, I’m at your service.”

Alice stepped forward and gave Flare, who was staring at her blankly, a cheerful, bright, childlike smile, and spoke in a slightly quieter voice.

“It’s your fault, Flare. You’re so mean all the time. I don’t like to execute your friend, but please give up.:Now, put Flare-san on the execution table.”

“”Ha!””

At Alice’s words, several knights came out and pushed Flare to the guillotine, a decapitation table made just for killing her.𝒷ℯ𝒹𝓃𝓸𝓿ℯ𝓁.𝒸ℴ𝓶