— Get out of here, — Credo pushed his charges towards the church. He made sure in advance that the classes would not be interrupted during the execution, so that the children would not see what was about to happen as an example to all the inhabitants of Fortuna. The soldier turned away from the retreating figures of Kyrie and Nero, the sun hitting the back of his head with its rays, as if it too wanted to see the punishment for the main disturber of the peace of their people for the last few years.

Dante stood proudly before the crowd, the warm rays of light surrounding his silver crown with a golden halo, his relaxed appearance seemed blissful. His hands were tied behind his back, his red coat removed and set aside, much to his displeasure.

— I would prefer to die in all my glory. Do my scarlet robes really offend your eyes so much? — Credo only pursed his lips at Dante's playful indignation, sighing heavily. This heretic still dares to joke when death must come for him in front of all the people. However, Credo patiently repeated the protocols for Dante, stopping to his left with a scroll on which the charges and sentence were written out in neat calligraphic handwriting. — I'll assume that you just like looking at me in a shirt, Mr. Prosecutor.

— Can you shut up for just a minute? — he barked sternly at the criminal, involuntarily running his gaze over the crowd of people drowned in the shadows of the platform and old buildings: they hid their faces under hoods, did not see the expressions of their soldiers, but the whispers did not subside. Dante has caused a reaction from the audience, becoming not an example in the name of obedience to the order of the sword, but a real spectacle in recent years.

The executioner came up behind Dante, throwing a noose around his strong neck; Credo unrolled the scroll with an impartial look, holding the bundle closer to the sun. Warm colors played on the paper and the weight of the ink. The seal of the Order of the Sword on the reverse side secured each inscribed word, which was shown to the people of Fortune.

— Pray for the soul of the heretic before our father Sparda, — in conclusion, he pronounced the Credo with the passing of the sentence. He folded his hands before him, bowed his head and in bitterness offered up a silent prayer to his god, asking forgiveness for Dante and his impudent misdeeds. The crowd also fell silent, honoring Dante with a minute of silence, and he himself almost became serious, either considering them stupid, or sincerely touched by their faith.

The defendant did not have his last words with him, so Credo nodded to the executioner, giving the order to hang Dante. The executioner, dressed in all white, was about to pull the lever and remove the floor from under Dante, but a cry made them stop: — Here the lady wishes to take him as her husband!