Who could it be?�

All sorts of thoughts filled Syrem�s mind.

�Is the crown prince coming down to tell me that I�m finally going to die?�

Syrem scoffed at himself for thinking that something like that would ever happen. He wasn�t worth anything for someone at the level of the crown prince to personally come to tell him about his execution date.

But it was not a warden.

There were usually two wardens and at least one guard who came together to Syrem�s cell.

�Then who could it be?�

Syrem could not fathom who it might be.

At the same time, he recalled a person from deep down in his memories.

�I�m the one who will decide whether you speak or not.�

Cale Henituse had said that as he took out the white crown. Syrem shook his head after recalling that conversation.

Tap, tap.

The footsteps slowly got closer.

�Let�s forget about it.�

He would rather forget about Cale Henituse.

Screeeech.

Syrem could hear the iron cell door starting to open.

Tap, tap.

The footsteps became even closer.

Click!

Those footsteps stopped right in front of Syrem.

Syrem got goosebumps at this sudden unknown odd sensation.

It was at that moment.

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