"Marcus, you come tell him."
Zote ordered a halt to the Sergeant about to carry out the execution; he wanted to give Henrik a good lesson.
Marcus fell silent for a while.
"The essence of power is to make people suffer, sir,"
he responded indifferently.
"Indeed, that is true. I admire you, Henrik, whether mercenary or adventurer, it doesn't matter. They're all the same. To become famous among those things is no easy feat. Surely, it was this woman who whispered in your ear and filled your heart with thoughts of usurpation."
With one stroke, Zote decapitated Henrik's wife. Blood gushed from her neck like a fountain; her long-haired head rolled across the ground over a dozen times, and even her beautiful visage was now a tragic head covered in bloody mud, eyes wide open in death.
