Rising of the Weakest Mage

Vol 12/Ch 120 - Embers

"Alright, get out of your cell," one of the magical knights commanded. "And make it quick!"

The day that Allen is supposed to be executed has arrived, only a few days after the court session was held, and the judge declared him guilty. He had been only sitting around his cell with practically nothing to do, as he awaited his unfortunate fate.

There was nothing else left for Allen to try or do to escape his fate. Everything they have tried before had been ignored and had failed. Whatever their reasons, they made sure Allen was found guilty of a crime he didn't commit. If his sword really was Windrus, he had not taken it himself, but instead given to him by William Windblade.

Losing both his former mentor and his sword, Allen is only left distraught and practically emotionless for what is to come. His goals and inspirations were completely wiped from him, with no conceivable way to work towards them anymore. His own purpose in life was taken away, until he was left with practically nothing. For once, Allen Fleming has chosen to give up.

Remaining bound with rope, Allen is forced out of his cell by two magical knights, and towards the exit of the Triumvirate building. Despite the cold and curious glares and stares from other Triumvirate officials, Allen ignored them all and walked towards the fate that awaited him.

Finally escorted outside the building, Allen finally looked up to notice a large raised wooden platform, where he would be supposedly hung to death. Several other magical knights awaited, and surrounded the platform, to ensure he could not escape. But what was most appalling to him was not the platform itself, but the hungry crowd in front of it.

Allen was aware that his planned execution would be public, but was not expecting the large crowd with it. The crowd was filled with mages and non mages alike, all eager to watch the execution that would follow. Their yells and screaming demanding them to hurry up only brought pain to Allen's ears. In the face of death, no one was on Allen's side.

Who knows who is all in the crowd? Perhaps his fellow students who had begun to idolize and respect him? Maybe other teachers, who had begun to notice his skill? Or even his family back home, who had heard the news and had come to bear witness for their own eyes that this was really happening?

But what Alen couldn't bear the thought of the most was the friends he had made throughout his short time at the academy. He couldn't stand to know what they might be thinking of him now. He pushed those thoughts aside, as it would only make his end worse. Despite the many regrets Allen still has deep within, his motivation to act was gone.

Escorted on top of the wooden platform that would be where he would have his last moments, Allen couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. None other than Julian, Solomon's secretary and a Triumvirate official, up on the platform.

Once again, Allen felt anger brewing inside of him, as his eyes landed on one of the most important things taken from him - his sword! In the left hand of Julian himself, casually waving it around, as if it means nothing. Was this a game to him, to annoy him in his final moments? Or something more?

"Keep him there on the platform until we begin," Julian ordered. "We have a bit of a... speech... before we proceed"

"Sir!"

He's the one overseeing this?, Allen thought, gritting his teeth. Is this Solomon's doing, or his own? What do they gain from doing this to me?

The crowd finally began to settle down for only a moment as they noticed Julian finally stepping forward on the platform, directly in front of everyone. He took a deep breath, before he finally began to speak loudly and clearly for all to hear.