Brian Carter was starting to get impatient. He just wanted to show his face at the Long family, to let people know he was still alive. But now he couldn't even get through the main gate—how was he supposed to make an appearance?

　　Just as Brian Carter was fretting over how to get inside, someone appeared from within the gate.

　　“Uncle Frank!”

　　“Hmm??” The person who came out was the Long family’s butler—Frank Harris. He heard someone calling him, and here, only the two young masters would address him that way.

　　“Excuse me, young sir, who might you be?” Frank Harris looked at this person, feeling he seemed familiar, but couldn’t recall where he’d seen him before.

　　“Uncle Frank, it’s me, Ethan Harris.” Brian Carter said with a smile.

　　“Ethan Harris? Second young master??” Frank Harris looked shocked and doubtful, then shook his head. “Impossible, the second young master has already passed away. Everyone knows about this, you couldn’t possibly not have heard. You’d better leave now, I won’t hold you accountable for impersonation.”

　　“Uncle Frank, when I was eight, I stole your wine and poured it all into the well. When I was nine…” Brian Carter didn’t bother explaining further, and instead quickly recounted, one by one, the things he’d experienced with Frank Harris from Ethan Harris’s memories.

　　“Stop…” Frank Harris called out, gesturing for Brian Carter to stop. Some of these things weren’t hard to find out, but some were known only to him and the second young master. Could the person in front of him really be the second young master?

　　“Are you really my second young master?” Frank Harris still couldn’t believe the person before him was the second young master. Whether in behavior or temperament, he was very different from the Ethan Harris of the past. More importantly, even his appearance had changed greatly.

　　“You still don’t believe me? Then look at this.” Brian Carter extended a hand, gathering battle energy in his palm.

　　“Proud Dragon Art!?” Others might not notice that Brian Carter was using the Proud Dragon Art, but Frank Harris definitely would, because he was all too familiar with it.

　　“Now do you believe me?” Brian Carter withdrew his battle energy and let out a breath.

　　“I believe you, I believe you!” Frank Harris said excitedly. “Second young master, it’s so wonderful that you’re alright. I’ll go report to the master right away.”

　　“Didn’t Dad go out?” Brian Carter asked in surprise.

　　“Oh, right, I got too excited just now. I forgot that the master and the others all went out today. Today is the day the princess and the others… oh no!!” Frank Harris suddenly cried out.

　　“Huh?? What?”

　　“Because of your situation, the princess and the others are to be executed by the emperor today. Now that you’re back safe, then…”

　　“Where are they now? When?” Frank Harris hadn’t finished speaking before Brian Carter interrupted him. He didn’t want to waste time here. This was exactly what he was afraid of when he came back, and sure enough, what he feared most had happened.

　　“At the arena, and the time is almost up. Looks like it’s already too late. Sigh…”

　　“The arena?” As soon as Brian Carter heard this, he immediately used his qinggong to leap onto the roof, flying from rooftop to rooftop.

　　Frank Harris and the guards nearby were shocked to see Brian Carter leap onto the roof. They had never seen anyone do that—flying so easily onto the roof using battle energy instead of magic.

　　When they saw Brian Carter leaping between rooftops, they were deeply shaken. Leaping between rooftops with battle energy wasn’t impossible, but no one could do it as lightly as Brian Carter. Normally, using battle energy to jump would crush the takeoff roof, and landing would collapse the next one. Unless one had reached the level of Sword Saint, no one would imagine a young man of about twenty could be a Sword Saint.

　　Everywhere Brian Carter passed, people stared at his figure in a daze, just as shocked as Frank Harris. Brian Carter had no idea how much of a stir he was causing; right now, he just wanted to get to the arena as quickly as possible to stop something that should never happen.

　　The arena was in the northern district of the imperial city, twenty kilometers from Brian Carter’s current location. Thinking of this, Brian Carter sped up again, hoping he could make it in time. At this moment, he couldn’t help but complain about why the imperial city was built so big, and the palace in the middle was huge too—he couldn’t just fly over it like he was doing now, or he’d get in trouble with the palace experts. He didn’t have time for that, so he had to go around the palace.

　　As Brian Carter rushed toward the arena, inside the arena—which could seat fifty thousand—there were fewer than a hundred people, but outside, thousands of guards surrounded the entire place.

　　At this moment, there were four people on the guillotine in the center of the arena: Princess Grace Green, Claire Green, Raymond Clark, and Willard Green.

　　Grace Green hadn’t expected things to happen so quickly, and that her father would personally order the punishment. What she hadn’t expected was that the Long family opposed this, believing both sides were at fault and the princess didn’t deserve death. But her father insisted on killing her. She never realized the Long family was so important to her father, and that Jack Harris, that brother, was even more important to him than his own kin.

　　There was one more thing Grace Green hadn’t expected: that the execution would take place in the arena. Although it wasn’t public, and those who knew about it would never leak it, she would still die with a crime on her back—executed for “killing” Ethan Harris.