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– Hang him? – Arthur the young man with the long red hair, asked, hardly changing the haughty pose he had maintained throughout the conversation.

– To the tower, – the king ordered.

Arthur nodded curtly to the warriors.

– No! – The prisoner captive. – No! You can't do this! Damn you! You're already cursed! You are the last of the line!!!

Robin's handsome face was expressionless as he walked away. His constant companions, the devoted Arthur and Edward, walked a little behind.

– Assemble a squad,– Robin ordered the blond-haired Edward. – We're leaving.

The young man turned around, and suddenly collided with a gray-haired woman who appeared out of nowhere.

– Your Majesty! – her sharp voice cut through the frosty silence.

–You made a mistake, witch,– Edward said coldly, and with a single movement pushed the old woman away from him, who had already wrapped her arms around his knees.

– What do you want? – The monarch asked, looking at her with tired eyes.

– I…– she said, confused. – I… have a prediction.