What is my Lord saying?
Why don't I understand his words…?
Lorien's hand froze in mid-air as he leaned closer to the door.
"You're asking what would happen when he finds out the truth? The dead… would always be able to keep the secret." Those words struck his chest like a cold blade.
His breathing grew ragged and uneven, and his fingertips trembled slightly. The truth…? What is the truth?
No… that's not possible. He must have misheard. The night his father died, their village had been attacked by magical beasts. It was the Lord himself who had personally slaughtered those beasts and avenged the villagers.
However, the City Lord's voice continued to repeat in his mind, making it impossible to ignore. His face grew increasingly pale as he muttered, "No… it's impossible."
