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Alexander stared at Tilda's calm face and chuckled deeply.

'So now, you understand?'

The host wasted no time in getting things moving as he hastily threw his head behind his shoulders and yelled into his megaphone: "Quick! Bring her out!"

Bring her out?

The air became more exciting than it already was, with countless people glancing deeply towards the metal gate at one end of the arena, wondering who the devil was about to be brought out.

Their hearts pumped vigorously, with a hint of expectancy brooding in their eyes.

Lying trough.

What sort of exciting event does his majesty have in store for them?

~Grrrahh!

The metal gate was suddenly pushed wide open, revealing a stunning sight to behold, and in cane several guards, dragging in a raggedy clothed woman of about 46 or so.

Tilda's eyes widened and shook in horror as she watched the woman get dragged mercilessly onto the wooden stand below.

And without a single thought in her head, she quickly got to her knees in tears.

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~Plop!

"Father, please stop! Please forgive this unruly daughter. I'll do anything. I'll do anything if you let my nana go."

Alexander didn't even glance at her, only smiling from ear to ear at her predicaments.

"Let her go? Tilda... You won't be so naive to think that such a thing can still be possible, no? If you want to blame anyone, then you can only blame yourself!"

Yes! Everything was indeed her fault!

Tilda's entire body trembled with guilt and pain.

If she hadn't tried to flee from the marriage, then her grandmother would've still been alright by now.

She did this! She did this! It was all her doing!

The commotion had indeed caused the show to be on hold. And now, everyone had a clear understanding of who this woman was.

Hey. It's been so many years since they saw her. She had always been hidden away for decades now. So not many knew her or could even recall her face.

They had been wondering who this lady in rags was. But now, listening to Tilda scream and beg at the top of her lungs, they understood that his majesty did all this just to teach this unruly daughter of his a lesson.

Everyone sneered and floated in her misfortunes, with many of the royal princes and princesses looking at her in disgust.

"Honestly... It's most shameful that you and I are sisters. That is, how can I be a sister with a rodent like you?"

"Just look at your nana? My nana is the respectable monarch of the Claus family, while yours only looks like a beggar on the streets. So tell me, what gives you the right to say that you're my sister?"

"Hmph! With your qualifications, how are you suitable with Prince Milnus, the crown prince of Lingingburg? Sl**! This is what you get for stealing my man!"

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Everyone was still brooding over the situation but was quickly awoken from their stupor by the host on the podium.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Today, we called you out here to witness the latest form of public punishment invented in Morgany!"

What? Morgany?

The eyes of many lit up with enthusiasm as they began to look forward to this so-called new punishment.

Tarring and Feathering... What a unique yet straightforward name.

The host began explaining a few things while the guards began undressing the lady that had just been bright in.

And for this, the Old Abrodus had no qualms on the matter.

In his mind, she stopped being his wife decades ago. So whether she got stripped now wouldn't bring any shame to him at all. A whore would always be a whore! So wasn't he just helping her to go back to her original roots?

Ambrose squinted his eyes volley, watching the men rip off their clothes, exposing her now clammy and flaky body.

And the woman in question was filled with so much fear and anxiety that her entire body suddenly turned jelly.

She was being stripped before a wide audience, as though she were nothing but a slave girl. And as everyone watched, she could also feel and hear the whispers of the crowd, mocking, taunting and judging her at will.

Tears poured out like a waterfall the more the guards stripped off and secretly took advantage of her.

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Yes. Even though her body was clammy, flaky and filled with countless old whip wounds, there was no denying that her physique and shape looked like that of a 20-year-old woman.

At 46, just like many in this era, she had been able to maintain her body size with no qualms whatsoever.

~Rip! Rip! Rip!

Paula twirled in all directions, as the men had no mercy when stripping her bare. And mixed with her feelings of fear and frustration, we're those of rage and anger as well.

'Cruel. Cruel...Nicolas Abrodus... You are so cruel!'

She closed her eyes, wishing that the whole thing was a bad dream.

But listening to her beloved granddaughter scream and beg for her, she only felt deep regret that she got caught last time.

Yes. If she could do it again, she would still attempt to aid her granddaughter in escaping more safely.

That was her only grandchild after her daughter's demise.

So even if she was currently suffering in her husband's home, how could she just sit back and watch Tilda get married to a beast?

She didn't want Tilda to live the way she was currently living. Already, she could already predict Tilda's gruesome years of abuse ahead of her if she married that monster.

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"Get down on your knees, sl**!"

Pah!

Bam!

Paula's cheeks trembled in pain as she was quickly brought to her knees in her birthday suit.

And with clear eyes of hatred, she stared at her so-called husband and high above, wanting nothing more than to rip his flesh and feed it back to him.

Nicolas! One day, your uppings will come!