“My family trusts you all, but look at what you’ve done.”
Upon hearing this, Wolfgang, his face pale, reached out to embrace Hannah and offer words of comfort.
But Hannah suddenly backed away, pointing at him and crying out:
"Don't touch me! Your hands are covered in blood, you're all murderers!"
"You have betrayed our trust!"
When those words were spoken, Wolfgang felt as if he had been pierced by a thousand sharp blades. The intense guilt made it hard for him to breathe and made him sway.
The trial of Von Palen has concluded at the Hofburg Palace, and today he was hanged before everyone, paying a meager price with his life.
But now, this is a judgment from the millions of people who have suffered greatly from the war.
At this moment, the grieving people cannot provide a list of accusations, but their cries are the most powerful testimony.
Hundreds, or even more, cries of sobbing, like a tidal wave, swept over all the high-ranking government officials present.
Faced with this public trial by the people, the defendants looked ashamed, too ashamed to raise their heads, and remained silent, for they could offer no rebuttal to these testimonies.
It was at this time.
With a "bang".
Wolfgang bent his knees and knelt heavily on the ground.
When Von Palen was hanged, he closed his eyes to suppress the urge to cry, but now, as the people voiced their accusations with their cries, he could no longer suppress the guilt that filled his heart and the grief he felt for them.
He knelt before Hannah, weeping uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
"sorry......"
Like all murderers who willingly confess their crimes and apologize to the victims' families, Wolfgang, weeping bitterly, could only repeatedly say sorry.
Other officials also knelt down and apologized to the people.
"Sir, to whom are you apologizing?"
"And why are you apologizing?"
Hannah, who had just been lucid, seemed to have gone mad again. She was talking nonsense and even tilting her head and grinning at Wolfgang.
After saying those two sentences, she walked away without glancing at Wolfgang or at von Palen's body, as if she no longer cared.
She simply swung her arms, wandering aimlessly around the vast St. Marienplatz with the gait of a madwoman, occasionally grabbing someone and asking:
"Sir, have you seen my sister? Her name is Pota..."
At this moment, the people who had gathered here spontaneously began to leave, as if they no longer needed to vent their anger on that corpse.
Wolfgang, still kneeling on the ground, looked at Hannah, who kept pulling people and asking questions, with tears streaming down his face, and then turned to look at the departing crowd.
Then, he collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.
The trial by the people is over, and Wolfgang, who has pleaded guilty, understands what awaits him and everyone in the new government.
It will all be a long and arduous life sentence.
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