League of Legends

Chapter 848 The heart of begging for death
The warrior priest turned around.

All eyes in the council hall were watching with bated breath as he placed the twisted and broken piece of metal next to the tip of the broken sword.

The weapon lay quietly.

The judge let out a sigh of relief.

But Maura was always looking at the old man and his wife.

She knew their hopes were about to be shattered.

She has always been too weak to accept it, and can't believe that the world has mercy on such broken people.

The acquittal they had hoped for was fleeting, and it was this moment that hurt her most.She was heartbroken because she knew that all the beautiful beliefs about her in their hearts would be shattered in the next moment.The truth about her past was sharper and more painful than any blade.

Maura heard her sword begin to roar.

"Come on," she yelled out.

She tried to make her voice drown out the noise in the hall.She struggled to break free. "You must listen carefully."

The sound is getting louder.

Now everyone can hear and feel it.

The villagers panicked and pushed each other to back away.The judge immediately stood up, her hands stretched out to the wooden table under the broken sword.The edge of the table began to grow and bend, and new branches sprouted from the wood to wrap around the weapon, but Maura knew its magic could not be restrained.

"Get down, everyone!" Maura yelled, but the roar of the greatsword drowned her voice, drowned out all sound, and the weapon began to emit a piercing tone.

Suddenly, the energy of the rune burst out, mixed with broken sawdust.A gust of wind knocked everyone standing to the ground.

People lay on the ground, looking up at Maura.

Maura's lips were cold and her cheeks were hot.

The ghosts in her mind, the memories she buried deeply, are all gushing out now, vividly in her mind.They were Ionian peasants, men, women and children, villagers who would not bow down to Noxus.They all looked at her.bothered her.They know of her crimes.They were also her warriors, her brothers and sisters.They were willing to sacrifice themselves for the glory of the empire, but she killed them all.

She led her men under the banner of Noxus that had promised them home and meaning.But in the end, they were all betrayed and abandoned.

All were killed by the war.

Now these ghosts stood together with the living, and the spectators who were thrown to the ground by the magic of the giant sword began to stand up slowly, but Maura still remained in the valley that was a long time ago.She couldn't breathe.

Death blocked her nose and mouth.

No, none of these dead people is real, she told herself.

She saw Asa and Sawa, and they were also looking at her.Two remnants stood beside them.One has the eyes of the old man, and the other has the mouth of Shava.The old couple supported each other and stood up, turning a blind eye to the ghosts of the past around them.

"Deda," said the old woman.

Maura couldn't contain her guilt and shame.

"I did it." Maura's lips spoke empty words.

She will accept her fate and be at the mercy of the group.She will let them finish their trial and then be punished for their crimes.

"I killed your elders," she said to everyone.

She could barely breathe, and her piercing confession filled the hall. "I killed everyone."

The tomb-like parliament hall began to recover gradually.Armed warrior priests sensed the commotion and came from all directions, entering the hall against the tide of people fleeing dangerous magic.

The hooked-nosed judge stood firm and smashed the ball-shaped gavel at the desk.

"The balance in this court is restored immediately," she ordered.

The room fell silent again.

People righted overturned benches and sat down again.

The cloaked stranger scratched his nose, and stepped to the corner to examine the new chest-high cut on the wall.A warrior priest cautiously approaches the enchanted greatsword.

Among the broken wood of the table, there lay the greatsword and scabbard.

The shattered blade emits a green arc of energy.The warrior priest stooped to grasp the hilt, and he lifted the greatsword with both hands, feeling its weight.While the rift remains, the weapon remains intact.

"Take this evil weapon away!" Someone shouted.

The priest put the weapon back into its sheath, and several priests came up and carried it away.

"I killed him," Maura repeated.

Her voice was her own, but not her own.This is her past speaking.She looked at the faces in the hall.

Now she remembered everything, waking up in the corner of her memories.

"Maura," said the judge.

Maura's attention suddenly shifted from the sword to the judge.

"Do you know what you're confessing to?" she asked.

Maura nodded.

"Why did you do this?"

"I don't remember." That was all she answered.

Maura, whose hands were bound, couldn't wipe away the tears of Mo Ran at this moment, and could only let them slide down her chin.

The magistrate watched her intently, waiting for more truth to emerge, but after waiting in vain, she gestured to the judge.

"Maura, you will be imprisoned here until tomorrow's dawn when the verdict is officially pronounced. During this period, anyone can make peace with you on personal grievances."

Maura stared at the shackles on her hands.

"I and the other two judges will search the code and discuss with the elders to give you an appropriate punishment for your crime."

The villagers left quietly.The last to leave was the old couple.

Maura deduced it from the accent when she heard Sawa whispering to her husband, but the intense emotion made the words difficult to decipher.Maura finally raised her head when she heard the steps of two old men walking out of the door.

There is no living soul in the hall—only ghosts of the past.

The midnight air was cold and crisp.

A cold halo surrounds a full moon in the night sky.The moonlight poured into the hall through the open door, but it did not illuminate the shadow at the end of the room where Maura was.

During the day, no one came in to make peace with her.

Although the warrior priest carried away the great sword, the sharp knife marks on the walls around the hall prevented the villagers from entering.

Some people opened the door, and a few people brought more rotten eggs, but in the end no one came to disturb Maura's meditation.She fell asleep at last, but it was a light, fitful sleep, as befits a man who knew the last dawn was coming.When she heard Xisuo's footsteps approaching in the darkness, she woke up immediately.

Maura opened her eyes.

"Father," she said. "What are you doing here?"

The old man slumped slowly to her side, and opened a soft cloth bag, which was full of tools.

Maura recognized it as a metal device used to install and repair the shareshare.

"What do you think I'm doing, child?" The contours outlined by the moonlight made the furrows on his face look deeper, but the dark atmosphere around the two of them didn't seem to affect the old man as Maura imagined.

"You really want to die," he told her reproachfully. "You can't seek balance like this."

(End of this chapter)