Bang! Bang!
Tatatatak!
The loud sound of hammering that echoed from the early morning roused the residents of the estate with sharp hearing, who slowly emerged with sleepy eyes into the main square, looking around cautiously.
- What’s being hastily made this early in the morning?
Before long, something pierced through everyone’s minds.
- It’s probably a guillotine.
- This estate is no longer part of Narsio, so a purge is only natural.
- Tsk tsk… How did Narsio end up like this?
- Let’s leave. Sparks might fly.
Though it was still early, the fact that work was being rushed gave them a sense of seriousness, and they concluded this quietly. As a result, the Narsio estate was submerged in a sense of gloom.
“Ragnar! Please have mercy!”
“Please, consider the loyalty Narsio has shown and spare Lord Timothy!”
- They’re not planning to kill us too, are they?
- At least it’s an altar, not a guillotine… Not everyone will be going up.
- Perhaps they’ve gathered us to announce how they’ll govern the estate moving forward.
- It’s likely an execution… Didn’t you hear the rumor that three senior officials were beheaded for conspiring a while back?
- Is that true?
- Here it comes.
- Is Timothy’s execution certain?
- Perhaps they’re planning to forcibly relocate us...
