99 99. Sylvester The Builder

It was night, yet, people crowded the widest part of the street in the village to witness the public execution. Many were feeling confused about this. On the one hand, they loved that their tormentor and abuser would be killed, but now they wondered who would pay them money. 

But Sylvester's voice echoed throughout before they could realize their thoughts in words. He was in full church attire with a priest's mitre on top of his head. He raised his right palm towards the people and showered them in the bright light of the Lord—light magic.

And on his left hand was the book of Law of Light. Behind his head, however, was the halo right now as he sang like a menacing cuckoo announcing a man's end. 

"...Long went your sins ignored.

You were chosen by the supreme Lord.

Despite all the signs, you failed to forbode. 

Virtuous get blessed, but sinners get the sword. 

So I speak on this night in the name of God

As his one true bard…."