Chapter 221: Live to Sienna Pt.221
Reboot Sienna
The carriage ran smoothly toward the square. Amon said to Michonne, his friend next to him.
âI donât think itâs as bad as I thought today.â
Empress Arya sat among them with a serene face, and when she got off this carriage, she would cross the river of this world. There was no way that the conversation in this carriage would be revealed to anyone. So he thought it was okay to talk.
âDumb guy.â
But Michonne disapproved that he had opened his mouth to talk. He tried not to provoke her as much as possible. Because he hoped to arrive at the square as peacefully as they did so far.
âWhy? Better than the ones who were in charge of Count Panacio yesterday.â
Said Amon, checking Aryaâs expressions. He thought she might change suddenly when she heard that her blood had died.
Michonne, who heard him, glanced at Arya. His eyes stayed on the expensive jewels.
âIt might be harder than yesterday.â
Amon tried to ask why, but Arya opened her mouth first.
âDepine Panacio...â
Amon and Michonne looked back at Arya.
âDid he die brutally?â
Her question was one that they never expected. They exchanged looks and tried to think of what to say. Arya smiled at them and said.
âDonât worry too much. Whatever you say, I wonât go crazy. Iâm just curious. How the end of my brother went. Donât try to gloss over what actually happened, in consideration for me.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Arya plucked one of the necklaces off her neck and gave it to Amon. When Amon was aware that Michonne was watching and tried to reject it, Arya reassured him.
âIâm going to die anyway, so this is not something I need. Itâs not like I need money to cross the Styx River.â
She also put her gold bracelet on his lap. Amon looked at Michonne with a stunned expression.
âUse it to have a drink after your dayâs task today.â
When Michonne nodded at Aryaâs words, Amon quickly packed them in his pocket. It wouldnât just afford a drink, it was something that could let him drink for the rest of his life.
She was the one who used only the best things for even the smallest things. It was a pricey bracelet even when Amon, who doesnât know how to measure the cost of jewelry, saw it. It seemed like a yearâs salary if he only sold the gold plating part of the bracelet.
He swallowed a dry saliva and said, âI heard that Count Panacio was very afraid yesterday when he was taken to the square.â
âTell me more details. What did he do out of fear?â
Arya went on to ask about Depineâs last moment. Amon answered Aryaâs questions one by one, but he felt strange.
âDid he struggle with pain as he was burned? How was the end? Did he stick his dirty tongue out and die? Or did that ugly body burn away without a trace?â
It was because it was like contempt, not pity, she had for her brother, who died a day earlier. She seemed to want to know how miserable her brother had died.
She was told in detail that Depine had died in pain. Even though she knew she was destined the same today, she found his terrible end interesting.
âYes. Has this event caused everyone in the Panacio family to die? Are all the men of the Panacio family dead?â
As Michonne was informed, Delly Panacio had survived this. There was much talk among the knights about how he, the son of Depine, could not be found in the death sentence. Most thought he fled to another country to avoid death.
As Amon tried to answer, Michonne said.
âThereâs no one left with the last name Panacio. They were all executed.â
At his words, Arya filled her face with laughter. She couldnât stand the joy, so she made a crackling sound.
Amon looked at Michonne with a confused face, and Michonne shook his head quickly and signaled him to ignore. Amon kept his mouth shut as Michonne gestured. Soon the carriage arrived at the square amid the sound of Aryaâs laughter.
Many people gathered to see Empress Arya being burned. The crowd was so large that it was difficult for the carriage to enter the square. A knight came over to the carriage and told them through a crack in the window.
âItâs going to be hard for the carriage to get into the square, so get off now and drag her into the square.â
Michonne frowned at the knightâs words.
âHow am I supposed to walk through that? Donât you see them? Itâll be chaos!â
At Michonneâs words, the knight shrugged and said, âItâs the order of the Emperor.â
He couldnât dispute an Emperorâs order. Michonne wanted to tear the knightâs face off. It seemed like he was saying, âMy job is just to send the Emperorâs message, so I donât care what situation you are in.â
Michonne shouted at the knight as he moved away from the carriage.
âSend me a few more knights! How can I get there like this?!â
âYou know, all personnel were recruited to control the citizens today. Youâd better not expect it.â
Michonne poured out curses and the knight said with a shrug.
âSo who told you to pull out the long stick?â
All Michonne and Amon could do was blow a curse at him.
With no particular choice, they led Arya down from the carriage. Fortunately, other knights were holding hands and building a defensive wall, so there was a small way to walk to the square.
As soon as they got off the wagon, the citizens who recognized Arya were furious.
âWitch!â
âDevil b*tch!â
They spit toward Arya and threw stones at her.
Boom-!
The stones flew over and hit Aryaâs forehead and fell. There was nothing Amon and Michonne could do. Far from protecting her, they couldnât even guarantee their personal safety with stones flying from all sides.
âYouâve killed my husband! Kill that b*tch!â
âGive my child back!â
There was a voice of criticism against her from all quarters. Their voices were filled with sorrow.
There were many civilians killed by the revolt in the Imperial City. Moreover, when the Knights, who were guarding the Imperial City, came to help Carl, they fought with the enemies who were ambushed in every corner of the city. The number of people who died in the midst of it was not small.
The citizens who lost their families because of her threw stones at Arya. That was the only way they could vent their anger. They knew that anger and screaming wonât bring back the dead, but they couldnât just watch her be executed.
âHey! Block it!â
âDonât push me!â
Thanks to this, not only Amon and Michonne, who led Arya to the plaza, but also the knights who were controlling the citizens had to be hit with stones and food waste.
In the midst of the ordeal, Arya did not erase a smile from her face. She smiled, even though the flying stone broke her forehead and her precious dress ripped off in the hands of the citizens.
Even the citizens who threw stones at her saw her grotesque laughter that did not match the situation looked disgusted.
âIs she actually a witch?â
âThereâs no way sheâll show that kind of smile otherwise.â
âThatâs right. Itâs strange that a woman who is supposed to be the old emperorâs mother is so young.â
âOriginally, witches have a beauty that attracts others.â
The murmur of the citizens spread out.
Arya stood at the stake. Tied to a post on a high wooden foundation, she kept smiling. The executor lit the firewood and her creepy laughter spread dreary even as she was surrounded by fire.
But the laughter didnât last long. She screamed in pain as her body burned with high piles of firewood.
Her beautiful appearance quickly disappeared into flames, leaving her with nothing but terrible remains. Some of the citizens who lost their loved ones because of her and waited only for revenge turned their heads because they could not bear to watch it.