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At that time, he was praying while looking up at the crucifix hanging on the wall of his cell. When I asked him what he prayed for, Wilkins quietly gritted his teeth and said that he prayed for the eternal peace of his son. He seemed unaware that Leon knew that he was the father of the spy Fred and that Grace had told him another truth.

"God, please look upon that poor child."

"I wonder if you pray that way for your father too."

Only then did he realize why he had come, and his face turned pale.

"It's a shame. If I had known you were the one who killed my father, I wouldn't have let Fred go so easily. At least I would have killed him in front of you."

Only then did the bastard come out in a cowardly manner, perhaps realizing that he would die a more painful death than his son.

"I'm truly sorry about what happened to Major Richard Winston. I never meant to do that."

"It makes me uncomfortable to see that you think this can be covered up with an apology."

"That's not it...."

"Life for life."

At his words, the bastard's hands began to tremble.

"That, that's why Fred is already like that...."

"Oh, so you paid with your child's life instead of your own? Oh my... Fred, did you hear what your father just said?"

Leon taunted Fred in Hell, looking toward the prison floor.

"Fine. If you want to save your life at the expense of your child's life, then I will do so."

Watching the spark of hope in his opponent's eyes light up and then go out was Leon's favorite pastime.

"I won't kill you right away. I'll bring your children one by one and kill them in front of you, and then I'll let you go with a light heart after I let go of all this resentment. Come to think of it, you have quite a few children. Including Nancy, who ran away. In other words, I'll let you live until I catch that woman and kill her. It'll be worth it to save your life thanks to your children."

And Leon has kept that promise to this day.

"Angie! She's an accomplice!"

One day, the man cried out in anger in front of his son who was growing colder and colder.

"If you're going to kill, kill Angela Riddle's children too!"

"That will never happen."

If that's the case, I'll have to kill my child too.

My baby is definitely alive somewhere.

Leon shut his eyes tightly.

"Major?"

How long had he had his eyes closed? When he opened them to the sound of someone calling him, he saw faces looking at him with puzzlement.

"Ready to execute the sentence."

A private again relayed the situation to him, who was not giving orders even though he was ready. Only then did Leon let go of Wilkins' head, which he was holding, and went behind the private who was holding the rifle.

"aiming."

The sobbing death row inmate began to cry again at the sound. While the other death row inmates were given the mercy of covering their eyes, it was a luxury for the rebel leaders who treated his woman like a pig. The soldier aimed his crosshairs, avoiding the critical areas as instructed in advance.

"firing."

It was at that moment when he gave the order while walking leisurely with a whip in his hand and a pack behind his back. A scream echoed through the execution ground along with the sound of a gunshot.

"Grace Riddle, that dirty whore!"

The smile disappeared from Leon's face in an instant.

Under the blazing midsummer sun, everyone was frozen in a chilling manner, and the sound of gunfire and screams gradually died down and disappeared completely. After that, only a suffocating silence followed.

Leon, who had been gritting his teeth and closing his eyes tightly, opened his eyes with a smirk. He waved his hand lightly at the private who was waiting for his next instructions. The private lowered his rifle and stepped aside.

Thud thud. The sound of footsteps on dry earth slowly crossed the execution ground. The man, who was sobbing in unspeakable pain spreading from his thighs to his entire body, opened his eyes when the sound of footsteps stopped in front of him and he felt a presence.

At that moment, he regretted not having died yet.

"Huh!"

The thick tip of the whip dug into the wound. The Camden vampire bared its white teeth and bit him, as if it were going to tear out his neck.

"What did you say?"

"Ugh!"

The man rolled his eyes wide open and gasped for breath in excruciating pain.

"I just asked who called you a prostitute."

Winston forced his gaze to meet hers by cupping her chin with his leather-gloved hand, then chewed and spat out each word.

"Grace is a saint."

The cold voice was creepy.

"Don't forget, even in hell. My woman is a saint."

The moment the whip was withdrawn, the man gasped for breath. He hoped it would be his last breath, but the god of execution knew no mercy.

"Let me die like this."

"Please, please kill me... ."

Leon enjoyed the screams as if they were sweet music, and leisurely wiped the dirt off his shoes with a handkerchief. An order was given along with a dirty handkerchief in front of the four pale little rats.

"You guys, watch until the end."

I wonder what will be the fate of the one who dares to insult my woman.

He gritted his teeth and repeated this over and over again as he walked out of the execution ground.

That sinless woman is a saint. She is a saint who sacrifices herself to punish evil, and is more pure than anyone else.

As soon as he thought of the word purity, he couldn't help but let out a wicked laugh. Of course, the vulgarity that the woman displayed in bed was a secret that only the newcomer knew.

Therefore, to the creatures of this world, that woman is a saint.

However, she had to be a living saint.

º º º

"Abington Beach. Next stop is Abington Beach."

The moment the tram driver shouted, Grace opened her eyes with a start. When did she fall asleep? These days, she would not just fall asleep when she put her head down, but she would also fall asleep as soon as she sat down.

When I looked down at my arms, the child was thankfully sleeping soundly with a pacifier in his mouth. At this moment, this child who seemed like an angel was actually a little devil.

'Please don't break it.'

Grace paused as she lifted her head, sighing. Between the rows of trees with their luscious oranges hanging in clusters, a turquoise sea and golden sandy beach stretched out before her. It was a familiar sight.

"There is an ocean in my eyes."

Shut up. Please, shut up.

Grace, who had been absentmindedly staring at the bright sunlight pouring down on the sea that resembled her pupils like the man's hair, quickly turned her head inside.

But the tram had windows on all four sides. Familiar scenery unfolded on all sides, and at the moment when the entrance to the carnival was in sight, Grace lowered her gaze to the sleeping child as if running away. Even so, she could not escape from that man.

"Ha... damn it... ."

He closed his eyes tightly, muttering harsh words quietly.

So much has changed in the past 16 years, including the appearance of streetcars that didn't exist back then, but why do I only see the things that haven't changed in that brief moment that passes by?

I didn't want to come here. I came close to signing a contract for an apartment in Wakefield, but the landlord changed his mind and I ended up looking for a place to stay, so I kept coming down south.

When I thought about it rationally, it wasn't a bad choice. There are many villas along the coast, so it's easier to find short-term rental apartments for about six months than in other areas. Plus, since it's a summer tourist destination, no one will think it's strange to always wear sunglasses. Since it's a place where foreigners often come and go, there's less concern about others.

And there was no better place to exploit the man's thinking than Abington Beach. He would have expected her not to hide in Abington Beach, where she had left behind some emotional residue, whether guilt or something else. So it was a good idea to use that thinking to her advantage and hide in Abington Beach.

But in the end, it didn't happen. As the man had expected, the emotional residue remained, and even the mere mention of the name Abington Beach made him feel uncomfortable.

So we ended up settling down in Abington Beach, about 20 minutes away by tram.

After that, I never came this way when I had to go out, but today I had no choice. The family that wanted to take the child lived at the end of this tram line.

She could have come and taken her. It seemed like that was how adoptions were usually sent. But Grace chose to go herself, carrying a heavy child in her arms in this hot summer. She wanted to see what kind of people and what kind of home they had.

'It's my duty to find you a good home.'

While I was watching the sleeping child, not knowing that this would be the last time, the tram continued to run past Abington Beach. Before I knew it, the beach was gone and I passed through a series of small and large towns before finally reaching the outskirts of a large city.

"New Haven. Next stop, New Haven."

It was where Grace had to get off. She picked up the still sleeping child and held her in her arms, as if the sound of the tram sounded like a lullaby.

At that time, he was praying while looking up at the crucifix hanging on the wall of his cell. When I asked him what he prayed for, Wilkins quietly gritted his teeth and said that he prayed for the eternal peace of his son. He seemed unaware that Leon knew that he was the father of the spy Fred and that Grace had told him another truth.

"God, please look upon that poor child."

"I wonder if you pray that way for your father too."

Only then did he realize why he had come, and his face turned pale.

"It's a shame. If I had known you were the one who killed my father, I wouldn't have let Fred go so easily. At least I would have killed him in front of you."

Only then did the bastard come out in a cowardly manner, perhaps realizing that he would die a more painful death than his son.

"I'm truly sorry about what happened to Major Richard Winston. I never meant to do that."

"It makes me uncomfortable to see that you think this can be covered up with an apology."

"That's not it...."

"Life for life."

At his words, the bastard's hands began to tremble.

"That, that's why Fred is already like that...."

"Oh, so you paid with your child's life instead of your own? Oh my... Fred, did you hear what your father just said?"

Leon taunted Fred in Hell, looking toward the prison floor.

"Fine. If you want to save your life at the expense of your child's life, then I will do so."

Watching the spark of hope in his opponent's eyes light up and then go out was Leon's favorite pastime.

"I won't kill you right away. I'll bring your children one by one and kill them in front of you, and then I'll let you go with a light heart after I let go of all this resentment. Come to think of it, you have quite a few children. Including Nancy, who ran away. In other words, I'll let you live until I catch that woman and kill her. It'll be worth it to save your life thanks to your children."

And Leon has kept that promise to this day.

"Angie! She's an accomplice!"

One day, the man cried out in anger in front of his son who was growing colder and colder.

"If you're going to kill, kill Angela Riddle's children too!"

"That will never happen."

If that's the case, I'll have to kill my child too.

My baby is definitely alive somewhere.

Leon shut his eyes tightly.

"Major?"

How long had he had his eyes closed? When he opened them to the sound of someone calling him, he saw faces looking at him with puzzlement.

"Ready to execute the sentence."

A private again relayed the situation to him, who was not giving orders even though he was ready. Only then did Leon let go of Wilkins' head, which he was holding, and went behind the private who was holding the rifle.

"aiming."

The sobbing death row inmate began to cry again at the sound. While the other death row inmates were given the mercy of covering their eyes, it was a luxury for the rebel leaders who treated his woman like a pig. The soldier aimed his crosshairs, avoiding the critical areas as instructed in advance.

"firing."

It was at that moment when he gave the order while walking leisurely with a whip in his hand and a pack behind his back. A scream echoed through the execution ground along with the sound of a gunshot.

"Grace Riddle, that dirty whore!"

The smile disappeared from Leon's face in an instant.

Under the blazing midsummer sun, everyone was frozen in a chilling manner, and the sound of gunfire and screams gradually died down and disappeared completely. After that, only a suffocating silence followed.

Leon, who had been gritting his teeth and closing his eyes tightly, opened his eyes with a smirk. He waved his hand lightly at the private who was waiting for his next instructions. The private lowered his rifle and stepped aside.

Thud thud. The sound of footsteps on dry earth slowly crossed the execution ground. The man, who was sobbing in unspeakable pain spreading from his thighs to his entire body, opened his eyes when the sound of footsteps stopped in front of him and he felt a presence.

At that moment, he regretted not having died yet.

"Huh!"

The thick tip of the whip dug into the wound. The Camden vampire bared its white teeth and bit him, as if it were going to tear out his neck.

"What did you say?"

"Ugh!"

The man rolled his eyes wide open and gasped for breath in excruciating pain.

"I just asked who called you a prostitute."

Winston forced his gaze to meet hers by cupping her chin with his leather-gloved hand, then chewed and spat out each word.

"Grace is a saint."

The cold voice was creepy.

"Don't forget, even in hell. My woman is a saint."

The moment the whip was withdrawn, the man gasped for breath. He hoped it would be his last breath, but the god of execution knew no mercy.

"Let me die like this."

"Please, please kill me... ."

Leon enjoyed the screams as if they were sweet music, and leisurely wiped the dirt off his shoes with a handkerchief. An order was given along with a dirty handkerchief in front of the four pale little rats.

"You guys, watch until the end."

I wonder what will be the fate of the one who dares to insult my woman.

He gritted his teeth and repeated this over and over again as he walked out of the execution ground.

That sinless woman is a saint. She is a saint who sacrifices herself to punish evil, and is more pure than anyone else.

As soon as he thought of the word purity, he couldn't help but let out a wicked laugh. Of course, the vulgarity that the woman displayed in bed was a secret that only the newcomer knew.

Therefore, to the creatures of this world, that woman is a saint.

However, she had to be a living saint.

º º º

"Abington Beach. Next stop is Abington Beach."

The moment the tram driver shouted, Grace opened her eyes with a start. When did she fall asleep? These days, she would not just fall asleep when she put her head down, but she would also fall asleep as soon as she sat down.

When I looked down at my arms, the child was thankfully sleeping soundly with a pacifier in his mouth. At this moment, this child who seemed like an angel was actually a little devil.

'Please don't break it.'

Grace paused as she lifted her head, sighing. Between the rows of trees with their luscious oranges hanging in clusters, a turquoise sea and golden sandy beach stretched out before her. It was a familiar sight.

"There is an ocean in my eyes."

Shut up. Please, shut up.

Grace, who had been absentmindedly staring at the bright sunlight pouring down on the sea that resembled her pupils like the man's hair, quickly turned her head inside.

But the tram had windows on all four sides. Familiar scenery unfolded on all sides, and at the moment when the entrance to the carnival was in sight, Grace lowered her gaze to the sleeping child as if running away. Even so, she could not escape from that man.

"Ha... damn it... ."

He closed his eyes tightly, muttering harsh words quietly.

So much has changed in the past 16 years, including the appearance of streetcars that didn't exist back then, but why do I only see the things that haven't changed in that brief moment that passes by?

I didn't want to come here. I came close to signing a contract for an apartment in Wakefield, but the landlord changed his mind and I ended up looking for a place to stay, so I kept coming down south.

When I thought about it rationally, it wasn't a bad choice. There are many villas along the coast, so it's easier to find short-term rental apartments for about six months than in other areas. Plus, since it's a summer tourist destination, no one will think it's strange to always wear sunglasses. Since it's a place where foreigners often come and go, there's less concern about others.

And there was no better place to exploit the man's thinking than Abington Beach. He would have expected her not to hide in Abington Beach, where she had left behind some emotional residue, whether guilt or something else. So it was a good idea to use that thinking to her advantage and hide in Abington Beach.

But in the end, it didn't happen. As the man had expected, the emotional residue remained, and even the mere mention of the name Abington Beach made him feel uncomfortable.

So we ended up settling down in Abington Beach, about 20 minutes away by tram.

After that, I never came this way when I had to go out, but today I had no choice. The family that wanted to take the child lived at the end of this tram line.

She could have come and taken her. It seemed like that was how adoptions were usually sent. But Grace chose to go herself, carrying a heavy child in her arms in this hot summer. She wanted to see what kind of people and what kind of home they had.

'It's my duty to find you a good home.'

While I was watching the sleeping child, not knowing that this would be the last time, the tram continued to run past Abington Beach. Before I knew it, the beach was gone and I passed through a series of small and large towns before finally reaching the outskirts of a large city.

"New Haven. Next stop, New Haven."

It was where Grace had to get off. She picked up the still sleeping child and held her in her arms, as if the sound of the tram sounded like a lullaby.