Sweets and Bitters(1)

t "lucky guy," while the cleaner indifferently swept away the accumulating blood from the guillotine onto the ground below.

The droplets of blood splashed onto the ground, pooling into a gradually deepening lake, slowly flowing towards the lower ground, bringing to mind that long-forgotten nightmare for Edith.

"Mama, don''t look! Horace don''t look!" The little boy of the Desmoulins cried, ran over to bury his head in his mother''s skirt.

Lucile comforted her son with a sad expression, and exchanged a glance with her husband.

The cart had also experienced a long and tense silence, until Danton sneered and slapped his thigh, saying coldly, "Hmph, this is the masterpiece of Robespierre and his pack of hounds! Great, truly great!"