Louis had a dream.
In the dream, he was again dragged onto the guillotine.
This time, he, with immense power, easily broke free from the guards' restraints.
Just as he planned to make a direct escape, the bustle and laughter below the guillotine vanished instantly.
When he raised his eyes to the below, what he saw were the citizens of Tino City standing there.
On the ground.
On the rooftops.
Beside the shops.
By the passing carriage windows.
...
Everyone suddenly turned their heads simultaneously, gazing meaningfully at him, with the corners of their mouths eerily raised beneath hollow eyes, and... identical.
A chilling sensation engulfed his entire body.
Then, he only felt his body temperature slowly diminishing, consciousness gradually drifting into an abyss.
As if being drawn into deep water, with the suffering of drowning taking away everything.
That feeling was just like...
Ah...
Just like losing his head on the guillotine.
