The Executed Saint Reincarnates as a Princess and is Loved by Her Older Brothers - Episode 3

The next day, Juliet was dragged out of her cell.

With both hands still bound, shackles were also placed on my feet. The long hair I had been growing since being taken to the temple was brutally cut short.

Amidst the fatigue and hunger, with my consciousness fading, I walk barefoot while being prodded by the soldiers.

The “opportunity for explanation” that was given to persuade Lil was never given to Juliet.

There was neither a place to appeal for the truth nor a fair trial under the law.

In the center of the square, firewood was stacked high. Many people had gathered around it.

If you are of noble class, even if you are sentenced to death, methods such as drinking from a poisoned cup are permitted.

However, for Juliet, who comes from a commoner background and has been branded as a witch, such a dignified and honorable way to die is not permitted.

The method of execution for those accused of witchcraft is one.──It is always by burning at the stake.

“They say she’s the witch who killed the queen!”

“What a terrible woman!”

Raging shouts flying around. Screams. Abusive insults.

The people, as if they had found the perfect entertainment, were excited, murmuring, and half-madly waiting for the execution time to come.

“You witch who deceived the saint!”

From the crowd, shouts of abuse flew, and a dull pain shot through my temple. Someone had thrown a stone at Juliet.

“……!”

Seeing Juliet’s forehead cut and bl00d dripping down her face, the crowd’s excitement grew even more intense.

“Die! You evil woman!”

“You’re living a life of luxury with the taxes we paid with our bl00d!”

Juliet has never lived a life of luxury.

The temple revered poverty and preached that luxury corrupts the soul, imposing excessive austerity even on the saint, Juliet.

Since we couldn’t even get enough food, we gathered wild plants and berries with Lil, who was in the same situation, to stave off hunger.

However, the people, unaware of such circumstances, are shouting, “Witch! Die! You’ll regret this!”

Stones and gravel continued to rain down. Through the bl00d-soaked haze, Juliet desperately scanned the square.

Lil is not captured…

The only one being held as a criminal is Juliet. There is no sign that Lil has been captured.

Thank goodness…

Lil must have surely escaped safely. Thinking that, a sense of relief welled up from the bottom of my heart.

“Set it on fire!”

With the commanding voice, the vent was drilled.

“Witch! Know your place!”

Sparks fall onto the branches stacked at my feet.

As it spread to the dry leaves, straw, and firewood, the flames quickly turned into a roaring blaze.

Hot! Hot! It hurts…!

The flames from the fire crawl up from my feet. The smoke rising violently chokes my throat. The towering flames engulf Juliet.

The prison uniform burns. The skin scorches. Juliet’s white-blonde hair, which was mocked as “a dull gray like a rat,” is consumed by the crimson flames, turning into real ash.

When the intense heat and unbearable pain made my consciousness fade, I felt as if the edges of my vision faintly glimmered.

Suddenly, breathing becomes easier.

It was as if a goddess had spread her wings and gently enveloped me in her white feathers.

While surrendering herself to the outstretched large hand, Juliet lost consciousness.

The girl who was once an orphan, “Jill,” became the saint “Juliet.”

And now.

Saint Juliet was accused of witchcraft and was executed by burning at the stake at the tender age of fifteen.