Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight Chapter 862

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 862 Execution

Harry’s POV:

Soon it was the execution day. As soon as dawn arrived, I waited for Joanna downstairs at her dormitory.

Five minutes later, she emerged from the building wearing a black coat and a black cap.

My heart was heavy. Joanna and I had prepared for this day. We were both set to take Sylvia away from her execution.

Sylvia’s impending execution had already spread in the entire capital city. And it seemed they really wanted her to d*ie. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be so indifferent to public opinion.

Fortunately, there was no news about Flora. It was likely that she had not heard about it yet. If she did, she would have marched here despite her delicate pregnancy. “Let’s go.” I took Joanna’s backpack and carried it on my back. Then we went to the execution ground together.

The execution ground was in a colosseum at the heart of the capital city. It was a public holiday today, and because the person to be executed was the fiancée of Prince Rufus, the road was very crowded. Numerous cars were rushing to the city center, eager to witness the traitor put to death.

Joanna and I drove to the heart of the capital city. We didn’t leave the car and walk until we arrived at the colosseum.

When we got there, the people present were discussing heatedly, especially those who followed behind Joanna and me. They didn’t stop talking all the way.

“Isn’t Prince Rufus unconscious? I heard that it was that b*tch Sylvia who did it.”

“No way! Prince Rufus loves her so much. How could Sylvia do that?”

“Who knows? I knew she was trouble. She seduced Prince Rufus with an evil intention.”

“More than that, she has risen rapidly through the ranks of the army. I bet she used some dirty tactics to get promoted.”

“Maybe she slept with Prince Rufus to advance in the ranks. Ha-ha-ha…”

I just couldn’t take it any longer after hearing this. I clenched my fist and was about to rush up to the gossipy she-wolves, but Joanna stopped me just in time. “Ignore them and don’t make a scene. Remember, we need to carry out our plan smoothly.”

I gritted my teeth, trying my best to restrain my anger as the blue veins bulged on my hands.

Joanna held my arm tightly and dragged me to the execution ground.

When we got there, it was already packed with spectators. Laura was sitting at the main seat while the royal elders were standing next to her. Rufus and Ethan were nowhere in sight. They reportedly sustained life-threatening injuries and were still unconscious.

After a while, the prison car was pushed over, and the door was opened. Sylvia was shoved by a sold*ier.

Her face was pale, and she wore a prison uniform with a bulging belly.

The sold*ier behind her was evidently impatient as he kept pushing her aggressively. 

Sylvia staggered two steps forward, with the clatter of the shackles on her body resounding. She hurriedly protected her belly, appearing to be in discomfort as she did so.

The more I watched, the more I felt like my heart was being used as a punching bag. My eyes turned red at the sight of this. “If Prince Rufus was here, he wouldn’t have let Sylvia suffer like this.”

Joanna’s face darkened. She clenched her fists and said, “What are they doing? Sylvia is pregnant with Prince Rufus’ child.”

Sylvia seemed to have sensed something. She turned her head in our way and caught sight of us.

I wanted to call her, but she shook her head and stopped me. I knew she didn’t want to get us into trouble, but I still couldn’t hold back, so I called out to her.

But the jeers of the crowd quickly drowned my voice. When the onlookers saw Sylvia being taken out, they cursed at her, with some even spitting in her direction.

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