[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-ember-dragon":3,"chapter-ember-dragon-ember-dragon-chapter-350":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Ember Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1162016,1504,"Chapter 350: Viscount Ludon’s Memoirs","ember-dragon-chapter-350",350,"\u003Cp>Chapter 350: Viscount Ludon’s Memoirs\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, the people’s rage had not subsided. One marquis’s head could not satiate their long-suppressed emotions. The revelry continued, and the fury persisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd cheered and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Death! Death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commoners were in a frenzy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fate of once-unreachable, untouchable nobles now rested in their hands—at least in appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dawn Sharaf, guilty of premeditated murder, inciting war, and robbery...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Florrey Carson, sentenced...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Giovannio Valde, sentenced to death...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, the \"prestigious\" family names were read aloud by the tieflings who replaced Medrolash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, nobles were dragged to the guillotine. The sound of blades cleaving through flesh rang repeatedly, and each time the blade fell, a wave of fervent cheers erupted from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wooden platform turned red, a slow river of blood trickling down, eventually pooling at the people’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viscount Ludon was held among the captured, trembling under the tiefling guards’ watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, gods...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How could this be happening?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do they intend to kill all the nobles of the Northlands?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viscount Ludon quaked as he watched an elderly noble being placed on the guillotine, his face turning pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recognized the man: Count Askin Garret, a renowned general of the Bosk Duchy, and Ludon’s own uncle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, Count Askin had commanded respect on the battlefield, winning the admiration of his peers on horseback. Ludon had even written a stirring poem for him—\"The General’s Triumphant Song. \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, the once-proud general was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clang!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a crisp sound, the blade fell again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinctively, Ludon recoiled as if it were his own head being severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, something warm splattered onto his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reflexively touched it with his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh, warm blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t over yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thud, thud...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bloodied head rolled off the platform, landing just a few feet from Ludon. Its eyes, wide open in despair, stared directly at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"L-Lord Askin...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ludon screamed in terror, a wave of nausea rising from his throat as he nearly retched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could double over, the tiefling guards behind him grabbed him roughly, forcing him upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t even think about pulling any tricks!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Death! Death!\" the chant rang out again, nearly shaking the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheers of the crowd, the guards’ shouts, and the sound of falling blades intertwined, echoing in Ludon’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ludon felt the world spinning around him, his ears buzzing sharply before descending into silence. The scene before him seemed to turn blood red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frenzied, cheering crowd looked like devils straight from the Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M-Madness...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re all mad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ludon’s face turned ghostly pale, his eyes vacant, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. His lips trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Images flashed through his mind like a lantern show: grand banquets, disciplined armies, elegant dances, meticulously bound books...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the life he was supposed to have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Northlands were meant to be a paradise for nobles like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had happened to the world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could these people dare to rebel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had the once-docile commoners gone mad?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This world... is doomed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his final conscious moment, Viscount Ludon thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tiefling guards began whispering among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He fainted from fear!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Typical Northland weakling!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh, I’ve seen worse. The last one was so scared he turned into a fool.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsk, such worthless trash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This feels like a dream!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who would have thought these noble lords’ lives could be decided by us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"T-They really compensated me! I got three gold coins!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve finally avenged my wife and daughter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As people left the crowded square, their thin faces still carried traces of excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The public trial had lasted from morning until dusk, proceeding by rank from highest to lowest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had once been the source of the Northland nobility’s authority had now become their death warrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These high-ranking nobles, to varying degrees, had all oppressed the common people—or at least, it had been second nature to them. They had never truly regarded commoners as equals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the people’s anger ignited, harsh retribution became inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By day’s end, a total of twenty-seven nobles had been beheaded, the most prominent being Marquis Horace Bosk, while the lowest-ranking was a count of the Bosk Duchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their hoarded wealth was hauled from their estates, with a significant portion distributed to victims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kingdom’s plan of sowing division had succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an open strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An open strategy to divide the commoners from the nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through this public trial, those who participated and benefited had been firmly bound to the Ember Kingdom’s cause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, their hands were now stained with the blood of Northland nobles. If the nobles ever regained power, the people would face the most brutal and bloody retaliation imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, they had no choice but to accept the kingdom’s rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the dragon’s governance didn’t seem as brutal as the rumors claimed—at least not for the commoners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the lesser nobles, many escaped execution, including Viscount Ludon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were temporarily imprisoned in the Bosk Duchy’s former jails, awaiting their own trials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Third Age, November 3, 1785. I will never forget this day etched into my soul.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That day, my world turned blood red.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I had never seen so many esteemed figures die before my eyes. A day prior, they were my honored elders, respected mentors. By the next, they were all cold, headless corpses.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This was no so-called ’trial,’ but a cruel and violent slaughter targeting the Northland nobility. The dragon and his kingdom shamelessly incited our people, inflamed their emotions, and turned them into true demons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\"Ludon Seager’s Memoirs\"\u003C\u002Fp>",935,"2026-06-03T12:47:02.951Z","2026-06-03T12:47:07.061Z",1,"novelbin.me","0bedeb39cd64032fd9543a6784168fe42e1e7249ab023057b92bf24ee8747936","ember-dragon-chapter-51","ember-dragon-chapter-349",603,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fember-dragon-cover.jpg"]