There was the patter of footsteps in the dark forest. It was the sound of Risralpho running away.
‘Right, that’s…. that’s what… … . happened that night.’
The situation gradually unfolded and took hold of rha’s sight. Risralpho stood among the crowd like a ghost. People gathered in a circle and looked at the ground.
‘Why doesn’t anyone know? He’s over there.’
Risralpho slowly opened his mouth.
‘Do you rember? What happened here. I’ve been wandering for too long. Why did you take care of , raised , and then stab ? Why, I trusted you…..’
Risralpho lanted, standing like a ghost amongst the crowd.
“This bastard! Get away from ! I am the high priest of this country. Risralpho is definitely dead! If he were alive, he would be a ghost!”
“How do you know that?”
soone asked.
It was a low-pitched yet beautiful voice, like the voice you would hear when you were judged in hell.
rha crawled on the floor and approached Risralpho.
“Who is that?”
“Isn’t that High Priest rha?”
The people’s murmur grew louder.
“You must have died here. It was a fatal wound. Even if your brother ran away to distract my attention,”
rha paused. But he couldn’t help but have secrets leaking out of his mouth.
Howling and out of his mind, rha recounted the events of that night over and over again.
“You must be dead!”
A golden light flashed in front of him. It was then that he ca to his senses. The roar of the audience grew louder.
“You murdered Risralpho?”
“Then you an this body is real?”
“Who is that? Is he… … .”
It sounded like a scream. rha was sweating in a cold sweat.
“No, what I just said… … .”
“That person is High Priest rha, right?”
“At first, I thought a beggar had appeared,”
As soone comnted, rha looked down at his attire. He was in a baggy, ill fitting outfit, his hair in disarray, and with only one of his boots, the other was lost.
‘This can’t be happening. What’s going on? What happened to ?’
At that mont, rha t Lucerne’s eyes. Him and his wife stood elegantly dressed against the backdrop of a beautiful mansion shimring in splendid gold. A fair-haired beauty, Lucerne’s wife, Elisha, was smiling.
People in colorful costus resembling butterflies dotted the landscape. The aroma of alcohol and the sll of sweet food. Glistening magic stone lanterns and elegant statues.
And when he ca to his senses, he suddenly realized.
‘How do you know that?’
It had been Lucerne’s voice.
‘What happened to ?’
It didn’t take long for rha to realize what he had done. Oh, he seed crazy. Apart from seeing the visions of Risralpho… … . He couldn’t stop his mouth. Without realizing it, he confessed all the facts and condemned himself.
‘Right, when the guy lent his horse and touched , it stung under my fingernail.’
rha looked at his finger. There was a bloodstain on the second finger of the right hand.
‘I can’t rember the horse owner’s face … . What did he look like?’
A face he couldn’t rember. A spirit that ca and went. rha realized. ‘You’ve been hit with a confession potion! Soone drugged on the way here.’
Lucerne’s interrogation skills were quite famous. His ability to induce admissions was down to a science that could subdue anyone.
‘It was all a trap. It was Lucerne’s sche!’
Where did this plot co from? rha’s head was spinning. Lucerne slowly approached.
“Hey, uncle,”
Lucerne spoke amicably and lifted rha up.
“I heard rumors that you were crazy,”
he whispered loud enough for others to hear.
“I have affection for the one that raised , so seeing you in such a state is heartbreaking. Do not worry. Because Risralpho is dead.”
“Hey!”
Lucerne plunged his face into the pit. Beneath him was the corpse of Risralpho, with his eyes wide open.
“Look carefully and engrave it. You have to rember. The famous Prophet you looked after ca back as a corpse like this. Isn’t it uncle’s job to check and identify the body?”
As Lucerne raised him up again, he was trembling. Making idiotic incomprehensble noises like “ah, ah.”
“Your body is frailer than I rember. When you raised and I was a child, you seed like such a giant,”
Lucerne clicked his tongue.
“Everyone, from the reaction of High Priest rha, it seems that this is indeed Risralpho’s corpse.”
“Are you saying this isn’t a joke made up by the general?”
Inquired a nobleman who had the courage to raise the question.
“I just bought this land too, I don’t have ti to build sothing as elaborate as this. Besides, what madman would play around with the death of a prophet?”
When he snapped back with a rebuke, the nobleman who asked the question frowned and stepped back. Elisha, who was watching the scene slowly, said graciously:
“Lucerne. The high priest is not physically or ntally sound. You shouldn’t shock him,”
She continued in an affectionate manner and asked him sweetly,
“Are you alright, High Priest?”
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