Chapter 99

Kristoff

Finding myself in such a dire situation was beyond anything I could have imagined. Though my feelings toward my father were complex, I never once entertained the thought of taking his life. Despite our differences, I loved and respected the Ironwolf, just as I did the rest of the Ironflame. Now, as I gazed upon his lifeless form, a profound sense of pain gripped my heart. If only I had accepted his apology before his untimely demise—that was my sole regret as I faced this trial of death.

"TRAITOR!"

"MURDERER!"

“HOW COULD YOU KILL YOUR OWN FATHER?”

These accusations echoed through the crowd, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. This was once a place where cheers for my name resounded, but now it brimmed with rage and condemnation for a crime I did not commit.

"Kill him now!" the crowd clamored eagerly, their eyes filled with contempt and disgust.

But amidst the cacophony of accusations, there were voices of reason and support.

"Jarl Kristoff could never do that, you fools!