Despite the immediate execution of the marquis, who had been branded a traitor, the city's atmosphere wasn't grim. In fact, it was almost pleasant.0

"He was always emptying our pockets... and it turns out he was plotting treason," one of the citizens said.0

"I told you, having a marquis like that never did us any good," another citizen replied.0

"I knew the marquis was turning a blind eye to the slave trade, but I had no idea he was personally capturing and selling slaves," someone added.0

"There was a reason he kept the citizens from leaving the city, huh?" another person commented.0

Just walking down the street, one could hear complaints about the late marquis. Not a single person seemed regretful about his death. Even the soldiers were no exception.0

While one could have expected trouble during the cleanup, the soldiers were surprisingly cooperative, even more so than the civilians. They were likely eager to avoid any connection to the crime of treason. And so, with the full cooperation of all involved, the long night passed uneventfully.0

The next morning, in  Leandro's castle, Revelio sat slumped in the Marquis' seat, sighing heavily. Across from him, Caron sat grinning, chewing on some jerky.0

"This city is a complete mess," Revelio complained. "Apart from the military, there's not a single thing here that functions properly. Marquis Leandro, that fool, must've had a brain made of muscles."0

Caron munched on his jerky, clearly amused by Revelio's grumbling. He remarked, "Oh, I should've split his head open...0