In the central courtyard.
Atop the platform.
Nelson was bound to the stake, with firewood arranged below.
The firewood was already drenched in gasoline.
The Medicine King held a torch, looked up, and gazed at the stubborn woman on the stake.
He felt unexpectedly elated.
In the dungeon, he had been insulted by Nelson.
He had thought that roasting her over a fierce fire might make her swallow her pride and drink the bowl of water.
But he was disappointed.
And even furious!
Now, he was about to light the torch.
Imagining Nelson being burned alive in the flames, possibly letting out heart-wrenching screams,
The Medicine King felt an immense sense of satisfaction!
This twisted mentality made him lick his lips and slowly raise the torch.
"Burn her!"
From below, a cry arose from a thousand voices.
Even though she was merely a woman.
Just because she was associated with Mad Dragon, she was hated to the bone by these people!
Everyone wished to eliminate her!
