Before That, there's a fact about Whistle: before he blew the whistle of death, he would draw a circle to mark his victim.
In the empty square, Whistle drew two circles — one small, for those who had already been "precautioned," and a larger one for what was to come. And always, Whistle blew three times. On the third whistle, his followers joined him in perfect sync. That was why they were called the Whistlers.
After the first whistle, faint at first, a noise began to grow from far away. From one of the southern streets, crowded and alive, the sound pushed closer. The crowd parted as though a path was being carved into them, each side pressing away from the center to make way for someone approaching.
His Holiness.
A figure appeared, draped in a vast white robe that shimmered faintly as if about to glow. The robe was long and heavy, trailing behind him in a sweeping train of five meters or more. That part, dragging upon the ground, was called the tail. It was adorned with more diamonds than the rest of the garment combined, glittering even in the dust.
On his head he wore what villagers called the Divine Crown — a towering white headdress with a single great diamond at its center, known as the God's Eye. The people believed that whoever bore the crown was chosen by God himself, gifted with sight into the good and evil within human hearts, able to purify corruption before it spread. To them, that shining stone symbolized the opening of his divine vision.
No one dared to touch the tail of his robe, no matter how poor or desperate they were. Even in hunger, even in rags, not a single diamond was ever stolen. The people had made an unspoken rule: none would walk before or behind His Holiness. To stand in front of him was unthinkable. If you found yourself ahead of him, you stepped aside. If you were to his right or left, you stopped and bowed, waiting until he passed. Only when his tail had completely swept by did the crowd dare to move again.
He walked with steady rhythm — not fast, not slow. Step by step. His robe was so radiant that even the purest white cloth worn by the wealthy seemed pale beside it. To the villagers, he was sinless both inside and out. No matter the mud, clay, or dust beneath his feet, his garments remained impossibly clean. For this, they named him the Uncorrupted.
There was even a saying: "An angel could fall, but not him."
Enough of him.
As His Holiness moved toward the circle of prosecution, the crowded square seemed to expand for him alone. People pressed against each other, creating space where there was none. Even after he had passed, they did not close the gap immediately — they waited until the long tail had cleared. Only then did life return to normal behind him.
He left the chaos of the square and entered a space where the rich, then the richer, and finally the richest, stood waiting. Beyond them were the Red Whistlers, and at the center, Whistle himself.
The road to him opened like a wound, and His Holiness walked it in silence. Those to the left and right did not know how best to honor him. Some fixed their eyes on the ground. Others bowed their heads low. Some bent slightly at the waist, while others bowed deeply. Each offered respect in their own way, but all acknowledged him.
Whistle tried to speak to him. His Holiness ignored the attempt.
At the stair, he placed his foot on the first step. The wood creaked under his weight as he climbed, one measured step at a time, until he reached the small round platform above. It was scarcely wide enough for a single person, encircled by a simple railing.
Placing his hand upon it, he raised his voice:
"This court has no God. He is not your witness, but your accuser. Do not bring the Lord's name into a place He would never wish to be spoken. For what is this trial but the opposition of justice itself? Have you all forgotten the blessings He has given you?"
The judge Said one thing: who ever want to kill God's servant....make a noise
No noise was heard...
The judge said: God decided your judgement, and death will be yours
Pray to your God,
let him save you.... From this huh
predicament
The holiness: he already did.