Chapter 83

Chapter 83

The pale people’s cheeks were flushed, and they didn’t look scary at all. They were just… normal people. I saw some of them hugging each other in pure joy. It seemed that they were being united.

“Carlos Creator! Carlos Isnilena!”

“Eho, eho, eo!”

Adults, children, elderlies, young, men, and women. They were all mingling with each other.

I was the only one alone here. I should have studied Hwenian when I had the chance. Only if I still had the dictionary the prince gave me, then maybe I could have asked someone about what was happening here.

Thankfully, it was not necessary because, behind me, I heard some people talking in my language.

“So let’s talk in Isnilenian.”

“Huh?”

When I turned around in shock, I saw a man who looked very calm. He was a stranger, but he was speaking my language and was wearing an Alinchan outfit. He had jet black hair that reached below his ears, and his face was ashen like the others.

He spotted me and walked towards me. As he looked at me, he opened his eyes wider, making me flinch.

“…!?”

He looked frightening. I wondered if his blood was blue because he was so pale. His eyes were also blue like a precious stone. He was a good looking young man; if he didn’t have the faint stubbles, I might have mistaken him as a woman.

The stranger said to me, “Hullo, young officer of the strange religion. You I help need small?”

He was definitely speaking my language, but it was apparent he wasn’t used to it. He strangely scrambled the words.

The man was only about five years older than me, but his voice sounded like that of an old man. He also had a strange way of speaking. When I didn’t respond immediately, he turned around and walked away towards an alley. I followed him quickly and yelled, “Hey! You… Who…? Hey! Where is the prince?”

He continued to walk away, and the people on the street kept looking excited. They began to shout, “Pro Imperio!”

My body was still weak, but somehow, I found a way to run like I used to just so I could catch up to the man. When I finally caught up to him, I grabbed his collar.

Just then, I noticed where we were.

We were in front of the ocean. Staring at the fantastic water, I stopped.

“Huh…?”

I was amazed at the scenery. Somehow, I ended up walking with the stranger on the beach. We chatted like old friends.

“In Nadvien, Goddess Ara we serve too. Hwen serves. Called Isnilen.”

“Nadvien?”

“Oh, that is what your kingdom is called. Alincha is called. In Hwen, Nadvien now.”

Waves slapped the sands on the beach, and I could hear unfamiliar birds singing nearby. Large ships were coming in, and finally, I figured out one piece of the puzzle.

“Is this Hwen? You… Are you Hwenian?”

“A Hwenian, and not now, but possibly too.”

What was he saying? Was he saying he was a Hwenian or not? Was I still so intoxicated with the drug that I was hallucinating? I wished I could wake up from this awful situation and return to reality.

I tried to remain calm and listened as the man continued to speak to me, “Your Ara, I know very well. If reborn in another land, one is called the savior Isnilen. Depending on the situation, have bad relationship with the Hwenian emperor. No acknowledgment. Sometimes. You guys are like that, too, right?”

“What acknowledgment? What does that have to do with anything? At least, the sacred Ara is…”

“Nazlahil is.”

He interrupted me with two words, and he didn’t say anymore, but I was so shocked that I flinched and became speechless.

No one has ever mentioned her name out loud before. At least not that I could remember. The only two people in the world who could speak her name, their mother, did not like to talk about her.

The name of the former Goddess.

The name of the Goddess that was given to her by her human mother…

I couldn’t believe it. What this man was saying…. How dare he speak her name? I didn’t trust him.

“Nazlahil is Isnilen, meaning your mother Goddess is not. The past.”

“What? What do you mean?”

This strange man, this Hwenian, was insulting the most sacred name of our kingdom. This shouldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be. He wasn’t making any sense.

Then suddenly, he gave me a creepy smile and replied, “Because… I am Isnilen. Ha… Hahaha…”

“…!”

I punched him, and I thought I got his face, but I was wrong. His form disappeared as if he never existed. With him, my entire surrounding disappeared as well. Everything turned black, but quickly, the space around me broke like a piece of glass.

What the heck?!

I fell, and I thought I was going to hurt my head, but nothing happened. I laid on the ground, and suddenly, I realized that my head was resting on top of someone’s lap.

“Huh?”

I looked up at my master. I felt calm.

He wasn’t looking down at me, but instead, was looking up. It was dark, but I could see that we were inside a space that resembled a cave. The ceiling was made of sharp rocks, and among them, I saw a large birdcage hanging down.

It was… tilted a little.

How did we get here? That cage… It looked big enough for a person to get inside. I worried that it might fall down.

Suddenly, the prince scolded whoever it was that was inside the cage.

“El Hwenia. You know this! If this place rocks like this, those living outside in Minurd… Those innocent people… They become scared. You know this, yet why do you keep doing this…?”

“Hahahaha….. The prince who was abandoned by his religion! I understand your feelings, of course, but it has been so long since I received a guest, so I got excited. Sorry, but this is so exciting. My heart is beating so fast.”

It was that man’s voice. The strange man with the blue eyes. His voice was even more disgusting than before.

The metal birdcage was shaking a little. A ray of light from the ceiling shined on the cage, and suddenly, an ankle popped out between the bars. Even from afar, I could tell that it was pale, thin, and dirty.

“… So you are called El Hwenia? Is that right?”

Was this that strange man’s name? When I sat up, the prince held onto me and took a deep breath. I realized that he took a deep breath because he was about to whisper to me that man’s full name.

“Sapain Elkara Miser El Hwenia. He is also called by another name. Most people in the harem call him ‘The crazy prophet who came from Hwen.’ Juya, please don’t be alarmed.”

Such a strange and long name… A name of a nobleman.

I rubbed my eyes in confusion. I have heard this name before. More specifically, I have read it from somewhere.

I didn’t have to wait long, because the man introduced himself. His voice boomed and echoed inside this ample space.

“I called for you. The rebirth of Isnilen! The savior of this world! Hahaha…”

Since when…

Since when has this madman lived in Minurd?