“I’ll tell you everything I know.”
The process of breaking the ban wasn't easy, and Tia looked exhausted, but she sat down in front of Erne and Judith.
“First, I should tell you what happened to Sir Erne.”
Tia took a sip of water, exhaled briefly, and looked at Erne.
“When we heard that the rebellion had failed, we tried to escape the capital, but we failed. There were too many patrols, not only at the gates but also around the walls.”
With most of the leaders of the rebellion now captured, the remaining Followers hid in the capital, hoping that after a few months, the walls would be restored to their former lax security.
“Even though virtually all of the organization’s key figures were arrested or killed, we thought that since ‘His Will’ and Shadin were safe, we could easily rise again.”
“Shadin? Who is Shadin?”
“Oh, the current priest’s name is Shadin. At the time, he was one of the candidates for the priesthood, but when the previous priest passed away, Shadin became the priest.”
“What is his will?”
Tia hesitated for a moment before answering Judith's question.
“It is a jar containing the will of Duharita, the one we follow. I don’t know what is inside, but it is like a treasure to us.”
The method of handling and managing 'His maintenance' was said to be passed down from priest to priest only.
“Shadin said that he received his will while praying in front of ‘His Will’. At the same time, he received a call from Mr. Cliff Ackerman. He said that he wanted to kill Sir Erne and that he wanted to find a poison that would not show up in an autopsy.”
“What exactly does it mean to receive His will?”
“I don’t know much about that. But I heard that Shadin wanted to perform a necromancy with Sir Erne. It was his order and permission.”
That day.
On the night of Erne Rhineland and Judith Harrington's wedding, Cliff handed Erne's body over to Shardin and the Followers as promised.
They took Erne and settled down in a dark forest near the temple where they had held their wedding ceremony.
It would have been nice to perform their necromancy in a safe place, but they didn't have time.
“Come on, let’s do this before his soul goes any further.”
The red wine medium urged the others to remove Erne's shroud. Necromancy is a ritual to bring back departed spirits.
It is only natural that the further away a soul is from its origin, the more difficult it is to bring it back.
So they had to perform a séance before Erne's spirit could travel far away, and so they were unable to travel far.
“Sigilata, where did you put Sigilata?”
“Look at that sack over there.”
The purple-feathered medium opened his sack and took out a clay called sigillata. He mixed the clay with water and applied it thoroughly to Erne's body.
“This is how you use up all this precious thing.”
Sigilata was now impossible to obtain no matter where you went.
It was a clay that had been passed down from generation to generation among Followers and was excellent at preventing life energy from escaping.
Moreover, the poison given to Erne was a very precious poison that did not harm the internal organs at all and only caused the blood to cool down, thus stopping biological activities.
The necromancy they were trying to do was not something as ordinary as calling up dead spirits and having a conversation with them.
It was a higher level of consciousness than that.
“It’s for the giant, so don’t be stingy.”
Shadin murmured as he looked at Erne on the hastily constructed altar. He was about to put Erne's soul back into Erne's body.
If you were to ask why he went through all this trouble, it was because he could control Erne's soul with this ritual.
The soul summoned by the necromancy you are about to perform will not be able to refuse the spellcaster's commands.
However, that does not mean that they can be treated like slaves. When giving orders, a certain form of ceremony is required, and several conditions must be met.
Still, this intense training was worth it.
“Erne will follow our orders without even knowing it.”
The soul is not aware that it has been subjected to necromancy. It carries out the commands given by the necromancer unconsciously.
So even if you drink the potion of truth, you won't reveal what the order is.
As long as the person performing the command is conscious, he or she will never know what the command is.
“Yes, let’s get started.”
Shadin stood on Erne's head, and the mediums with spiritual power and experience stood in the passage through which the soul moved.
One near the heart, one around the belly button, and one next to the groin.
White smoke rose from the incense placed on the dirt floor and wavered like a ghost.
Shadin raised his dagger and cut his palm. The dripping blood soaked Ern's forehead.
“Spirit that wanders the earth and sky, Spirit that transcends time, Spirit that crosses boundaries.”
Shadin's still young voice echoed through the dark space. He called out to the soul with all his heart.
The bright moon was trapped in clouds, a dreary wind shook the candles, and the air became heavy.
It is happening. It is happening. The mediums who participated in the séance felt the presence of a strange spirit and trembled with ecstasy.
“If you hear the call, come again, your name, s ..."
At that moment, Shadin fell down clutching his chest. He was gasping for breath his face turned pale and he was in pain.
“Ugh, ugh...!”
Flash-
The moment lightning struck from the clear sky, Shadin fell down with a thud.
“The necromancy stopped there, but just in case, we brought Sir Erne’s body back to the hiding place.”
When Erne did not come back to life, the Followers thought that the necromancy had failed.
“I happened to have a chance to go outside the capital. Shadin told me that he couldn’t take Sir Erne’s body with him while he was running away, so I told him to leave it in the forest.”
Tia finished her story with a look of exhaustion on her face. They wanted to let Tia rest like this, but Erne and Judith still had many questions that remained unanswered.
“What were you trying to do by controlling my soul?”
Erne was quite offended by the fact that they were trying to do whatever they wanted with him, but at the same time, he was curious.
What did they go to such lengths to make me do?
Tia told him the answer.
“Oh, I didn’t tell you that. They were planning on making Sir Erne the Prince’s bodyguard. They thought you would be qualified since you had a history of betraying us while saving Her Majesty the Empress’s life.”
Judith glanced at Erne at Tia's answer.
A knight with that personality? And you're entrusting him with the job of an escort for a newborn baby?
Could it be that the Followers' goal is to raise the Prince as a character ruiner and cause suffering to the empire?
“What is it, Miss Harrington? That look in your eyes just now was really unpleasant.”
“I cursed inside, but how did you know?”
Erne let out a hollow laugh as Judith muttered softly.
Now you don't even hide the fact that you swore at me. You're so confident.
“If you’re going to admit it like that, why don’t you just say it out loud instead of swearing inwardly?”
“Is that okay?”
“Will it work?”
Huh, if that's the case, then why did you bring it up?
As Judith turned her head slightly to avoid Erne's gaze that seemed to be stabbing her, Tia coughed.
She opened her mouth with a face that looked like she might collapse at any moment.
“Our original purpose was to implant his will into the Prince’s body.”
If there is a will, he can be brought back to the present world. This has been passed down among Followers for a very long time, and it is the reason why they cherish the will.
The most noble blood in the empire, the blood of the Shartin tribe, and his soul is put into the body of a baby born through the magic of the afterlife.
This was the life goal of the Followers, a cause they would risk their lives to protect.
“To do that, we need someone who can get close to the Prince, but the rebellion has driven out the Followers from the palace, gulp, haa.”
Tia coughed as if she was going to choke. There were still some questions that were left unanswered, but she was not in a good state to continue the conversation.
“Tia, get some rest. We’ll continue our conversation after you rest.”
As Judith was about to take Erne away, Tia extended her pale hand.
“Wait, wait, Miss Harrington. There’s something I have to tell you.”
“Are you sure about this information?”
“Yes, this is definite information, Marquis.”
The information that Tia urgently spoke just before collapsing was the location of the base the Followers had moved to.
Judith came to Cain with this information.
Judith could have gone to Gelard, who led the First Order, or to the Emperor himself, rather than to Cain, who had been sentenced to imprisonment, but she chose Cain.
It wasn't just because of her friendship with Cain.
“Where are they hiding, Ma’am?”
“First, ensure the safety of the informant.”
Tia, whatever her intentions, was a high-ranking figure among the Followers. Once caught, it would be difficult to avoid punishment.
But what if she was Cain's informant from the beginning?
Cain has also infiltrated Followers' organizations to gather information about their internal affairs.
So, it wouldn't have been strange if there was an informant who had lost contact with Cain and then reconnected.
“If you promise me that, I’ll tell you right away where the Followers are right now.”
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The process of breaking the ban wasn't easy, and Tia looked exhausted, but she sat down in front of Erne and Judith.
“First, I should tell you what happened to Sir Erne.”
Tia took a sip of water, exhaled briefly, and looked at Erne.
“When we heard that the rebellion had failed, we tried to escape the capital, but we failed. There were too many patrols, not only at the gates but also around the walls.”
With most of the leaders of the rebellion now captured, the remaining Followers hid in the capital, hoping that after a few months, the walls would be restored to their former lax security.
“Even though virtually all of the organization’s key figures were arrested or killed, we thought that since ‘His Will’ and Shadin were safe, we could easily rise again.”
“Shadin? Who is Shadin?”
“Oh, the current priest’s name is Shadin. At the time, he was one of the candidates for the priesthood, but when the previous priest passed away, Shadin became the priest.”
“What is his will?”
Tia hesitated for a moment before answering Judith's question.
“It is a jar containing the will of Duharita, the one we follow. I don’t know what is inside, but it is like a treasure to us.”
The method of handling and managing 'His maintenance' was said to be passed down from priest to priest only.
“Shadin said that he received his will while praying in front of ‘His Will’. At the same time, he received a call from Mr. Cliff Ackerman. He said that he wanted to kill Sir Erne and that he wanted to find a poison that would not show up in an autopsy.”
“What exactly does it mean to receive His will?”
“I don’t know much about that. But I heard that Shadin wanted to perform a necromancy with Sir Erne. It was his order and permission.”
***
That day.
On the night of Erne Rhineland and Judith Harrington's wedding, Cliff handed Erne's body over to Shardin and the Followers as promised.
They took Erne and settled down in a dark forest near the temple where they had held their wedding ceremony.
It would have been nice to perform their necromancy in a safe place, but they didn't have time.
“Come on, let’s do this before his soul goes any further.”
The red wine medium urged the others to remove Erne's shroud. Necromancy is a ritual to bring back departed spirits.
It is only natural that the further away a soul is from its origin, the more difficult it is to bring it back.
So they had to perform a séance before Erne's spirit could travel far away, and so they were unable to travel far.
“Sigilata, where did you put Sigilata?”
“Look at that sack over there.”
The purple-feathered medium opened his sack and took out a clay called sigillata. He mixed the clay with water and applied it thoroughly to Erne's body.
“This is how you use up all this precious thing.”
Sigilata was now impossible to obtain no matter where you went.
It was a clay that had been passed down from generation to generation among Followers and was excellent at preventing life energy from escaping.
Moreover, the poison given to Erne was a very precious poison that did not harm the internal organs at all and only caused the blood to cool down, thus stopping biological activities.
The necromancy they were trying to do was not something as ordinary as calling up dead spirits and having a conversation with them.
It was a higher level of consciousness than that.
“It’s for the giant, so don’t be stingy.”
Shadin murmured as he looked at Erne on the hastily constructed altar. He was about to put Erne's soul back into Erne's body.
If you were to ask why he went through all this trouble, it was because he could control Erne's soul with this ritual.
The soul summoned by the necromancy you are about to perform will not be able to refuse the spellcaster's commands.
However, that does not mean that they can be treated like slaves. When giving orders, a certain form of ceremony is required, and several conditions must be met.
Still, this intense training was worth it.
“Erne will follow our orders without even knowing it.”
The soul is not aware that it has been subjected to necromancy. It carries out the commands given by the necromancer unconsciously.
So even if you drink the potion of truth, you won't reveal what the order is.
As long as the person performing the command is conscious, he or she will never know what the command is.
“Yes, let’s get started.”
Shadin stood on Erne's head, and the mediums with spiritual power and experience stood in the passage through which the soul moved.
One near the heart, one around the belly button, and one next to the groin.
White smoke rose from the incense placed on the dirt floor and wavered like a ghost.
Shadin raised his dagger and cut his palm. The dripping blood soaked Ern's forehead.
“Spirit that wanders the earth and sky, Spirit that transcends time, Spirit that crosses boundaries.”
Shadin's still young voice echoed through the dark space. He called out to the soul with all his heart.
The bright moon was trapped in clouds, a dreary wind shook the candles, and the air became heavy.
It is happening. It is happening. The mediums who participated in the séance felt the presence of a strange spirit and trembled with ecstasy.
“If you hear the call, come again, your name, s ..."
At that moment, Shadin fell down clutching his chest. He was gasping for breath his face turned pale and he was in pain.
“Ugh, ugh...!”
Flash-
The moment lightning struck from the clear sky, Shadin fell down with a thud.
***
“The necromancy stopped there, but just in case, we brought Sir Erne’s body back to the hiding place.”
When Erne did not come back to life, the Followers thought that the necromancy had failed.
“I happened to have a chance to go outside the capital. Shadin told me that he couldn’t take Sir Erne’s body with him while he was running away, so I told him to leave it in the forest.”
Tia finished her story with a look of exhaustion on her face. They wanted to let Tia rest like this, but Erne and Judith still had many questions that remained unanswered.
“What were you trying to do by controlling my soul?”
Erne was quite offended by the fact that they were trying to do whatever they wanted with him, but at the same time, he was curious.
What did they go to such lengths to make me do?
Tia told him the answer.
“Oh, I didn’t tell you that. They were planning on making Sir Erne the Prince’s bodyguard. They thought you would be qualified since you had a history of betraying us while saving Her Majesty the Empress’s life.”
Judith glanced at Erne at Tia's answer.
A knight with that personality? And you're entrusting him with the job of an escort for a newborn baby?
Could it be that the Followers' goal is to raise the Prince as a character ruiner and cause suffering to the empire?
“What is it, Miss Harrington? That look in your eyes just now was really unpleasant.”
“I cursed inside, but how did you know?”
Erne let out a hollow laugh as Judith muttered softly.
Now you don't even hide the fact that you swore at me. You're so confident.
“If you’re going to admit it like that, why don’t you just say it out loud instead of swearing inwardly?”
“Is that okay?”
“Will it work?”
Huh, if that's the case, then why did you bring it up?
As Judith turned her head slightly to avoid Erne's gaze that seemed to be stabbing her, Tia coughed.
She opened her mouth with a face that looked like she might collapse at any moment.
“Our original purpose was to implant his will into the Prince’s body.”
If there is a will, he can be brought back to the present world. This has been passed down among Followers for a very long time, and it is the reason why they cherish the will.
The most noble blood in the empire, the blood of the Shartin tribe, and his soul is put into the body of a baby born through the magic of the afterlife.
This was the life goal of the Followers, a cause they would risk their lives to protect.
“To do that, we need someone who can get close to the Prince, but the rebellion has driven out the Followers from the palace, gulp, haa.”
Tia coughed as if she was going to choke. There were still some questions that were left unanswered, but she was not in a good state to continue the conversation.
“Tia, get some rest. We’ll continue our conversation after you rest.”
As Judith was about to take Erne away, Tia extended her pale hand.
“Wait, wait, Miss Harrington. There’s something I have to tell you.”
***
“Are you sure about this information?”
“Yes, this is definite information, Marquis.”
The information that Tia urgently spoke just before collapsing was the location of the base the Followers had moved to.
Judith came to Cain with this information.
Judith could have gone to Gelard, who led the First Order, or to the Emperor himself, rather than to Cain, who had been sentenced to imprisonment, but she chose Cain.
It wasn't just because of her friendship with Cain.
“Where are they hiding, Ma’am?”
“First, ensure the safety of the informant.”
Tia, whatever her intentions, was a high-ranking figure among the Followers. Once caught, it would be difficult to avoid punishment.
But what if she was Cain's informant from the beginning?
Cain has also infiltrated Followers' organizations to gather information about their internal affairs.
So, it wouldn't have been strange if there was an informant who had lost contact with Cain and then reconnected.
“If you promise me that, I’ll tell you right away where the Followers are right now.”
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