After Rejection, she crawled to my feet for forgiveness

Punishing the spies from Eldrida

The men exchanged panicked glances, their earlier confidence evaporating. They had been caught red-handed, and now they realized their worst fears were standing before them.

Norman’s gaze swept over the scene—the beaten villagers, the scattered goods, and the trembling spies. His expression hardened.

“Who were you trying to silence?” Norman asked, his expression darkened, and his tone dangerous.

Immediately all seven soldiers dropped their knees. “Please forgive us, Executioner. We've made a terrible mistake crossing the border.”

The residents all came out, immediately they saw Norman. Their hero had come to save them, like he always did.

Norman’s eyes narrowed. “Mistake? Crossing into Valkoria, beating innocent people, stealing their goods—these are not mistakes. Who sent you? Was it the president of Eldrida?”

The men were trembling. They were in fact a spy, sent to check if the defenses of Valkoria were as strong as before.

If their defenses over this area had weakened, their next plan would be a massive invasion to take over the small land and extend their territory.

But they dared not leak their plans to the Executioner, he's the last person that needed to know about this.

Trembling, the leader spoke. “Please, Executioner. We have no intentions to kill anyone, I only made that statement to intimidate. Please have mercy.”

The leader trembled, his lips twitching as he struggled to come up with an excuse. “N-no one sent us, Executioner. We’re just thieves. We meant no harm.”

Norman’s gaze pierced him, unflinching. “Thieves? You dare lie to my face?”

The leader lowered his head further, sweat dripping down his face. “P-please, Executioner. We didn’t mean to hurt anyone. We’ll leave and never return. Spare us!”

Norman’s expression darkened. He already knew the truth—these men weren’t thieves. They were spies sent to scout Valkoria’s defenses, their cowardly mission disguised by violence and deceit. Their failure here would not stop Eldrida’s ambitions, but he had to send a message.

“You dared to disguise yourselves as locals, harm my people, and insult their resilience,” Norman said, his tone ice-cold. “You’ll leave alive, but not without paying the price.”

The men’s relief was short-lived when Norman’s next words came.

“Each of you—break one of your legs. Now.”

The group froze, their faces pale as their leader stammered, “P-please, Executioner! Have mercy—”

Norman’s eyes burned with fury. “Mercy? I’ve already spared your miserable lives. Do as I say, or I’ll do it for you—and I won’t stop at just your legs.”

Reluctantly, the leader stepped forward, bracing himself. With a sickening snap, he brought the heavy rock down onto his own leg, crumpling to the ground in agony. His scream hung in the air, chilling the others.

Another man, desperate to avoid the Executioner’s wrath, took a shaky breath and dropped to one knee. He gripped his own leg with trembling hands, his fingers pressing into his thigh just above the knee.

With a guttural cry, he twisted hard, the muscles in his arms straining as he forced the bone in his leg to bend against its natural direction.

A sickening pop and crunch filled the silence as his leg snapped. He let out a howl of agony, collapsing onto the ground as his broken leg dangled at a twisted angle.

The others flinched, but one by one, they obeyed, each echoing his cries as they fell.

The residents, including Bethany, covered their mouths in shock as they witnessed the unbelievable scene and authority of the Executioner.

“This is only a warning, next time you won't work out alive. Leave now!” He commanded.

The soldiers bowed one more time in unison as they still clutched to their broken legs. “Thank you Executioner for sparing our lives.” With that they hopped with their spare legs into their vehicle and zoomed off.

“Thank you so much Executioner for showing up and saving us. Valkoria is blessed to have a hero like you.” The old man appreciated it.

Afterwards the other residents all came out, closer to Norman each one of them thanking and showing him a form of appreciation.

Meanwhile Norman only smiled and nodded faintly. “Thank you all for the love. But I'll be leaving now.”

“Please, hero, dinner with us. We're in the harsh winter season, and it looks like it's going to snow soon. You can also spend the night in my place and continue your journey tomorrow.” The man suggested respectfully.

Norman looked at the sky, it was almost dark and it's true. There were signs that it was going to snow, he gave a brief nod to Bethany. “Alright, I will spend the night in your place.”

The man led Norman to his house.

Meanwhile Bethany was still immersed in the overwhelming shock. She just witnessed how great Norman was, he commanded seven soldiers to break their own legs, without even stressing a muscle. Lucas and Lana had made a terrible mistake, Valkoria was nothing without Norman.

The next morning, Norman woke up very early before everyone else. The journey to the mountain was a little bit far, so he wanted to arrive early.

He opened the door to step outside, but was surprised by what welcomed him.

There was a sleek of cars—Range Rovers, all lined up with hefty men dressed in an impeccable suit waiting for him outside.

Immediately the men saw him and they all knelt down. “Greetings Executioner, we were sent by the president to escort you on your visit to Eldrida, to ensure your safety.” One of the men spoke.