“I have roughly treated him. Your Excellency.”

“Good work.”

The physician bowed his head and moved away. Laslo’s sword still contained blood. Agnes fixed her gaze on the unconscious Sebastian. She once begged for her life by hanging herself at his feet and bowed her head with her mother.

“How should we handle this?”

Roland Sandor queried from behind. His voice radiated joy and excitement.

“We have Nirseg’s top physician. Apparently, we have three weeks to prevent his death.”

“We have to keep him in shape.”

“Yes, of course. Your Highness.”

At the unfamiliar address, Agnes briefly turned to face Roland. As he grinned. He appeared to be in a good mood, as if he was ready to bow his head and lick her feet.

The crown that Sebastian had lost was brought by Laslo and humbly bent down to give it to her.

“My king.”

Then, along Laslo, every knight and noble bowed down. There was an immediate silence everywhere.

Marquis Songrad appeared to be thrilled as he sobbed while his shoulder shook. Zoltan kept tinkering with the sword handle out of nervousness. Cellon’s eyes were a little red from a distance. Lisa Barania with Max was gazing fervently at Agnes while Erica Kiske was beaming broadly. Agnes slowly scanned the area. Her journey here over the many days came like a tide in her mind.

Filled with pain, cheers, waiting, hope, sadness, and anguish.

Laslo had kindly offered her the crown, and she reached out and took it. It was heavier than she expected. Unexpectedly, she discovered blood on the hem of her dress. Agnes stared at it for quite some time. Bright bloodstains and a magnificent crown.

Agnes quickly placed the crown firmly on her head. Laslo gave her a bright smile as he looked up at her.

“Hooray for the king!”

“Hooray!”

“Hooray!”

In unison, everyone in Manus Hall yelled. Agnes got hot out of the blue. From a very deep place, something surfaced. She blinked, and Laslo was standing next to her. He gave her a sweet smile and wiped her wet cheeks.

“It is now over. Your Highness.”

Agnes stared vacantly at Laslo for a while. Soon after, Laslo embraced Agnes gently. Only then did the word “end” hit home.

  *

November 1342.

Agnes Erdosi was born. 

July 1363.

Agnes Erdosi married the Duke, Laslo Arpad under the command of Maximilian II.

1364 March.

The death of Maximilian II. The first prince, Prince Sebastian, ascended the throne.

King Sebastian declares war on Devon.

Send troops to the southern front of Laslo Arpad.

1364 November.

Epidemic outbreak, estimated death toll of 80,000.

February 1365.

The death of Prince Dietrich Erdosi, the second prince of the king of Sebastian. Two months later, the first prince, Prince Robert Erdosi, died.

May 1365.

King Sebastian put a box of gold on the neck of Agnes Erdosi Arpad.

June 1365.

Agnes Erdosi Arpad, along with her husband, the Duke, Laslo Arpad, advanced to the capital.

July 1365.

Agnes Erdosi Arpad captured nine castles, including Schfeher, and Solnock. Twenty-five nobles surrendered to Agnes Erdosi Arpad.

August 1365.

Agnes Erdosi Arpad, victorious in the plain of Nopron. Nineteen nobles, including Count Barania, surrendered to Agnes Erdosi Arpard.

August 1365.

Agnes Erdosi Arpard, public execution of King Sebastian after the fall of the capital.

Under the order of Agnes Erdosi Arpad, King Sebastian’s limbs were taken to the east, west, north, and south.

September 1365.

Agnes Arpad Erdosi, crowned 23rd king of Nirseg.

  *

“Hello!”

He shouted out.

“Is there anyone out there? Hello!”

In the bleak space, only echoes were heard, and no one answered. The soldier on guard looked silently ahead.

“I can’t stand the cold floor. Hand me a blanket.”

“…….”

“Are you deaf? How dare you not listen to what the king is saying!”

“Who’s the king?”

In the shadows of the gloomy prisons, a tall man appeared. The soldier saluted after recognizing him.

“You still haven’t realized what you’re doing. One wrist and one leg are insufficient, aren’t they?”

You, you, you! Knight! Get him out of here immediately! Bring him out! “

Sebastian screamed uncontrollably as soon as he saw Roland’s face. Roland looked at his terrified face, and laughed loudly.

“Knights, get him right now!  Throw him out now!”

I brought a visitor you’d be happy to see, Sebastian. How can you be so rude?”

“Go away! Argh! Go away!”

He trembled in fear. It was comprehensible. After getting his hands on Sebastian, Roland tormented him every day. Sebastian, who had made it through the first two days or so, nearly went insane when Roland severed his left leg.

“Please go this way.”

“Go away! Leave now!”

Roland motioned to someone behind him. Sebastian made a groan.

“Sebastian.”

The prison echoed with a woman’s voice. Sebastian raised his head, screaming hysterically.

“Ilona”

“Sebastian.”

Behind Roland, Ilona removed the cloak that had been covering her face. Sebastian rushed to the bars and clung to them as her face became visible.

“Ilona, Ilona! Come here. My Queen! You have no idea how much I’ve been missing you.”

“What a stupid thing to say.”

With her eyelashes fluttering, Ilona spoke.

“You lost your arms and legs.”

“Ilona, let me, let me out a little bit. What? You wretched things! How disrespectful you are to the king.”

“Why did you not cut out his tongue?”

Ilona asked Roland while cocking her head. Roland shook his head, pretending to be sorry.

“Ilona….”

“I’d love to, but torturing him isn’t fun if he can’t scream properly.”

“I despise it when he calls my name with that filthy mouth. Roland.”

Ilona said with a smile.