Screeching-
The iron gate opened.
It was a room with nothing. There were no windows facing outside, and there were no candlesticks to light up. All there was inside was a few garments and a pile of straw that couldn’t even be called a bed, where someone had slept.
And one more thing.
There was a shelf.
“… …”
The items that were gently placed on the shelf caught Leshak’s eye. Two pieces of iron that were bent into the shape of a semicircle that would fit perfectly on a person’s head.
Worst of all, there was a lock placed where the back of the head would be.
It was made so that once it was put on, it could not be removed by itself unless the person’s jaw came off.
There were four such items in all.
If one looked closely, they would see that they were all slightly different in size.
It started out very small, and grew little by little. As the person grew, the new iron circle would have gotten larger as well.
But the last one was small, too.
To be able to use this, the person would have had to be small.
They would have to have been petite and slim, like someone he knew.
“It’s terrible.”
Abadd murmured as he stared at the iron circle next to him.
“I think this smallest one could perhaps fit a newborn……..”
“What kind of thing do you think this is?”
Abadd understood Leshak’s burdened question.
“It seems to be used to cover the eyes.”
He and Leshak were thinking of the same thing.
Like Radan’s blindfold that he did not take off, even when he was sleeping.
“A blind man cannot be an assassin. Karum said he saw him take off his blindfold. Then this is…… ”
What is it for?
One thing was for sure, Radan was not just blindfolded in order to disguise himself as a pitiful prostitute.
“What other reasons would he have to cover his eyes?”
Leshak’s lips moved slightly.
“It’s ugly…….”
“….. Yes, My Lord?”
“He said ‘It’s ugly’, he said that his second brother Laud had said so. It’s ugly, so I have to cover it.”
Abadd furrowed his brow.
“So they put an iron circle like this on him? That’s not just hating to see it, that’s never wanting to see it.”
Unpleasant imagining swirled around Leshak.
Everything that happened in this room was terrible. This was a place where even animals wouldn’t have been kept.
“Eleven years old.”
He said that Radan’s first assassination was when he was eleven years old.
An eleven-year-old kid killed a seasoned enemy Commander. A Knight completely covered in armor over his entire body.
There was only one wound, the melted eyes.
“He said that Radan killed people right after he was born. Tell me Abadd, how can a newborn baby can kill a person?”
“Could there be……such a thing? All a newborn baby can do is cry and wake up…… ah!”
Abadd’s expression became stiff.
“No way…… the curse is……?”
There is a secret in Radan’s eyes.
The underground prison without a single light, several layers of locks, and even an iron ring that he could never unlock by himself.
It was all to hide his eyes.
Leshak had never seen Radan without a blindfold. Karum was the only one who saw him without it. Radan had only taken off his blindfold once, when he killed a man.
“Then that explains the prison. I think they were afraid. Afraid…… that they’d see his eyes. That’s why they locked him up.”
“… But I don’t think that makes sense. The Unknown Assassin stayed behind in the Leshak Army camp. If that was to assassinate Your Majesty, then why ……?”
When he tried to remove the blindfold, Radan shook off his hand and ran away.
Radan didn’t take off his blindfold even when he was strangled in his sleep by Leshak who was out of his mind because of a nightmare.
What was the reason?
Abadd looked at Leshak with a confused expression.
“…… I wouldn’t have killed His Majesty.”
He gave Radan one last chance to make excuses.
Instead of lying, Radan told the truth to Leshak, that he was an assassin.
Were the other things true as well?
Like, shouting at Leshak’s back that he would never have killed him.
Or,
– I like you, Your Majesty.
It was like that desperate confession that he made with all his might.
It wasn’t a name that Radan was promised in exchange for the assassination.
Leshak knew what that meant now. It wasn’t a name, It meant that he could change his life from being trapped in a hellish place like this.
-l……that name…….I don’t need it…… now.
What was Radan thinking when he said that?
Could it have meant that instead of becoming the 3rd Prince of Kemened, he decided to just remain a prostitute?
“Radan is…….”
“Majesty?”
Abadd saw Leshak’s hand clutching his chest, and hurriedly grabbed him.
“Your Highness, are you alright?”
No, he wasn’t alright.
“Bring Radan.”
“To this place?”
“Yes.”
“Yes Sire, but your physical condition,”
“Quickly!”
When Leshak shouted, Abadd stopped looking at him.
“Yes, My Lord.”
Abadd quickly exited the cellar.
The sound of thumping footsteps echoed throughout. Leshak sat down on a pile of straw while pressing against his chest.
A chill permeated the pit of his stomach. Leshak clenched his jaw as he tried to bury the freezing sensation that made his flesh crawl.
It was awful.
Everything he now saw.
Radan’s past, having to live in a place like this, wearing a locked metal ring.
“Damn it…….”
His hands trembled wildly.
He wanted to cut down anything.
So if he could get rid of this horror.
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2It was called the Prayer Room.
The closest place one could get to God was now full of the thick bloody smell of still bleeding corpses.
“Why, why……”
Radan grabbed hold of his distant clouded mind.
“Why…… such a thing,”
“Look carefully.”
The answer came from behind.
He was the one who brought Radan out of the cage.
At first, Radan thought he might be with the Leshak’s military who had brought him to the prayer room.
But he wasn’t.
He was not a member of the Leshak Army or the Asilla Palace. He appeared out of the blue, he opened the cage, took Radan out, and removed the blindfold.
And he made Radan see the horrors inside the prayer room.
“Look over there.”
A hand reached out over Radan’s shoulder. The man who knew Radan’s eyes stood behind Radan’s back and pointed to one of the corpses.
It was the body of an old man with white hair.
The stomach was slashed and his intestines were spilling out. His limbs were twisted and his expression was many times more distorted than that. The pain that the old man must have felt before he died was vividly conveyed.
“That is Alsanu Ill.”
“Oh God……”
His stomach twisted. Radan covered his mouth with both hands.
Radan moved with trembling steps toward the old man’s corpse.
It was the first time he was face-to-face with his father.
Radan sat down in front of the mangled corpse.
“Ah, Daddy…… Your Majesty.”
The wet blood was still dripping, and got on Radan’s clothes. Radan touched the corpse’s cheeks.
I always missed you. I secretly dreamed that I might be able to talk to you or hug you at least once.
But the wrinkled, wide-open eyes of the King, now belonged to a corpse. He didn’t say anything.
All Radan could do was shed tears of lamentation. The voice over his shoulder continued.
“This man is the Duke of Whedon. He is the cousin of Alsanu III. This woman is his sister, and the corpse next to him is the nephew of Queen Esla. Everyone here is the Royal Family of Kemened.”
”… …”
His tears flowed down.
All these people were Radan’s family. They had never met before, but their names alone were overwhelming.
“W,wh…y…,”
The unknown man gave the answer.
“No one in Asilah Palace has survived now. Leshak Caliph killed everyone here. He will soon also kill the First and Second Princes who have escaped. Just like them.”
“H,His Majesty, Leshak ……”
Radan’s shoulders trembled.
A voice behind his back rang in his ears.
“Kill Leshak Caliph.”
“… … !”
The trembling shoulders froze. The voice pushed Radan even more strongly.
“He took everything you had. He killed all your family members and destroyed Asilah Palace. Soon your entire kingdom will be burned. You must kill him before that.”
Radan closed his eyes tightly.
He knew that in any case the answer was bound to be the same.
“Could……not have.”
“You fool! Are you saying that while looking at these corpses?”
The voice roared. Radan resisted the urge to cover his ears, and shouted back.
“I know he wouldn’t! H,He’s a person who doesn’t murder!”
“Kill him and that the poison in your eyes disappears!”
“What……did you say?”
The eyes that had been closed, opened wide.
“That’s right. Your eyes are only meant for killing the Caliph. Only by killing Caliph, will the poison of the basilisk leave your eyes.”
This time his mouth was open.
“If I kill him……His Majesty, my curse will be……lifted?”
“The eyes of a basilisk are not a curse. The curse is on the blood of the Caliph. It is the curse of Leshak Caliph that you kill him.”
“… …”
Radan seemed to know who he was.
“Y,you…… appear in my dreams, you are not that person……are you?….How did you just walk in……here?”
“That’s not important. You must kill Leshak Caliph.”
“N,no……not important, to do it.”
Radan raised his head.
The tears he had shed in front of his father’s body had dried up now.
Leshak said he would bring an end to the Kemened Royal Family.
The voice said that he was meant to kill Leshak.
The eyes, which had done such terrible things that they could not be counted, were the only tools to complete the curse placed on Leshak.
The person who appeared in the dream said that.
The voice from behind, too.
Leshak Caliph was cursed.
But Radan knew…
That he would not kill Leshak no matter what.
So the curse had to be his now, not Leshak’s.
“It’s important to do. I……I’m going to save him.”
Radan quickly spun his head around.
He saw the figure of the man who took him out of the cage in his eye.
He was dressed all in black, just like the Guide. But he was not a Guide.
It was Mjab himself.
He looked like a withered old tree. His nails were rotten and his teeth had all fallen out. A few strands of white, brittle hair barely covered his head.
Mjab was 113 years old.
He was old enough to have entered the grave long ago.
It was not his own power that moved him. He made a bargain with an entity seven years ago. The contract he made through a dream promised him eternal life.
There is only one cost to pay in the bargain.
It was to lead the person with the basilisk eyes, to complete the curse on the Caliph’s bloodline.
Mjab faithfully fulfilled the contract.
Born into the Royal Family of Kemened, the Basilisk was raised as an assassin, and was led to assassinate Leshak Caliph. The assassination was unsuccessful and in return he was lost to the organization, but Mjab did not give up.
He went directly to Asilah’s Palace and killed the remaining Royal Family of Kemened. He killed them then he blamed Leshak who had brought Radan, and removed the cloth that covered Radan’s eyes so that he could see the bodies.
It was to make the Blue Serpents’ hatred grow so that he would kill Leshak Caliph.
But it was a failure.
The Blue Snake did not hate Leshak Caliph.
What he hated was the curse that bound him and Caliph.
“Wh,what……a, ah ah ah ah!”
Mjab screamed. Blue flames scorched his eyes.
Radan watched to the end as Mjab’s eyes melted completely.
Lengthy tears flowed from him, like a very long sigh.
“It’s the last time I….. harm.”
Radan wanted to end Leshak’s curse.
For the sake of stopping the curse, the opportunity of the curse to be completed had to end.
Radan headed towards the altar.
He knew that there was the sound of water coming through the window beyond that.
Thump–
As Radan stepped on the altar, the gold statue decorated with rubies fell. Radan passed the God who had fallen helplessly, and rolled up the red curtain that covered the window.
Squeak, bang-
The window was open.
As he stepped on the windowsill, he saw a flowing river surging far below him.
“Ah, river……”
Flowing water could take him everywhere.
To a place where there is no Leshak, to a place where he can never set eyes on him.
Radan closed his eyes as if praying.
Then the thin body fell down from the window.
To a place that Leshak couldn’t find him.
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3… Bang!
The door to the prayer room swung open like it would break.
It was Leshak. His pitch black eyes scanned the prayer room full of corpses.
He saw an empty cage, a fallen statue, and an open window.
“M,my Lord.”
Soon after, Abadd, who had arrived one step too late, gasped for breath.
The order to bring Radan to the basement was too late.
Abadd had already heard that Radan had been moved to the prayer room in accordance with an earlier order, so he went to the prayer room and found a pile of corpses.
There was no Radan. Someone opened the cage that had him locked up.
Radan disappeared, leaving behind an incomprehensible amount of corpses.
It was not clear whether all of the corpses were made by Radan. There was only one corpse whose eyes were melted, and there was no way of knowing his identity.
The word that Radan had disappeared reached Leshak. Leshak did not understand how he disappeared.
Until he checked the prayer room with his own eyes.
In the prayer room the window was wide open, and there was only a red curtain waving around as though obfuscating Radan’s footprints.
Riiip!-
Leshak tore down the drapes, and threw them.
“…… search.”
He said, clutching his heart.
It was difficult to ignore the pain that was gradually increasing in size. His body was not normal.
–The Prince of Ibeden’s heart will be bitten¹ by a snake.
Leshak now clearly understood what the prophecy meant.
His heart was not his own.
A prostitute with serpent’s eyes gouged out his heart, and devoured it.
Now it didn’t matter if Radan was the Prince of Kemened or a real prostitute.
All he could feel was the pain that took the place of his missing heart.
“Find him. Even if you have to search the entire continent.”
To regain his heart, he had to recover Radan.
It was a truth clearer than the pain.
Soon after, Leshak’s forces overturned Asilah’s palace.
What they found was not a clue as to Radan’s whereabouts, but a bunch of dried snakes.
Screeching-
The iron gate opened.
It was a room with nothing. There were no windows facing outside, and there were no candlesticks to light up. All there was inside was a few garments and a pile of straw that couldn’t even be called a bed, where someone had slept.
And one more thing.
There was a shelf.
“… …”
The items that were gently placed on the shelf caught Leshak’s eye. Two pieces of iron that were bent into the shape of a semicircle that would fit perfectly on a person’s head.
Worst of all, there was a lock placed where the back of the head would be.
It was made so that once it was put on, it could not be removed by itself unless the person’s jaw came off.
There were four such items in all.
If one looked closely, they would see that they were all slightly different in size.
It started out very small, and grew little by little. As the person grew, the new iron circle would have gotten larger as well.
But the last one was small, too.
To be able to use this, the person would have had to be small.
They would have to have been petite and slim, like someone he knew.
“It’s terrible.”
Abadd murmured as he stared at the iron circle next to him.
“I think this smallest one could perhaps fit a newborn……..”
“What kind of thing do you think this is?”
Abadd understood Leshak’s burdened question.
“It seems to be used to cover the eyes.”
He and Leshak were thinking of the same thing.
Like Radan’s blindfold that he did not take off, even when he was sleeping.
“A blind man cannot be an assassin. Karum said he saw him take off his blindfold. Then this is…… ”
What is it for?
One thing was for sure, Radan was not just blindfolded in order to disguise himself as a pitiful prostitute.
“What other reasons would he have to cover his eyes?”
Leshak’s lips moved slightly.
“It’s ugly…….”
“….. Yes, My Lord?”
“He said ‘It’s ugly’, he said that his second brother Laud had said so. It’s ugly, so I have to cover it.”
Abadd furrowed his brow.
“So they put an iron circle like this on him? That’s not just hating to see it, that’s never wanting to see it.”
Unpleasant imagining swirled around Leshak.
Everything that happened in this room was terrible. This was a place where even animals wouldn’t have been kept.
“Eleven years old.”
He said that Radan’s first assassination was when he was eleven years old.
An eleven-year-old kid killed a seasoned enemy Commander. A Knight completely covered in armor over his entire body.
There was only one wound, the melted eyes.
“He said that Radan killed people right after he was born. Tell me Abadd, how can a newborn baby can kill a person?”
“Could there be……such a thing? All a newborn baby can do is cry and wake up…… ah!”
Abadd’s expression became stiff.
“No way…… the curse is……?”
There is a secret in Radan’s eyes.
The underground prison without a single light, several layers of locks, and even an iron ring that he could never unlock by himself.
It was all to hide his eyes.
Leshak had never seen Radan without a blindfold. Karum was the only one who saw him without it. Radan had only taken off his blindfold once, when he killed a man.
“Then that explains the prison. I think they were afraid. Afraid…… that they’d see his eyes. That’s why they locked him up.”
“… But I don’t think that makes sense. The Unknown Assassin stayed behind in the Leshak Army camp. If that was to assassinate Your Majesty, then why ……?”
When he tried to remove the blindfold, Radan shook off his hand and ran away.
Radan didn’t take off his blindfold even when he was strangled in his sleep by Leshak who was out of his mind because of a nightmare.
What was the reason?
Abadd looked at Leshak with a confused expression.
“…… I wouldn’t have killed His Majesty.”
He gave Radan one last chance to make excuses.
Instead of lying, Radan told the truth to Leshak, that he was an assassin.
Were the other things true as well?
Like, shouting at Leshak’s back that he would never have killed him.
Or,
– I like you, Your Majesty.
It was like that desperate confession that he made with all his might.
It wasn’t a name that Radan was promised in exchange for the assassination.
Leshak knew what that meant now. It wasn’t a name, It meant that he could change his life from being trapped in a hellish place like this.
-l……that name…….I don’t need it…… now.
What was Radan thinking when he said that?
Could it have meant that instead of becoming the 3rd Prince of Kemened, he decided to just remain a prostitute?
“Radan is…….”
“Majesty?”
Abadd saw Leshak’s hand clutching his chest, and hurriedly grabbed him.
“Your Highness, are you alright?”
No, he wasn’t alright.
“Bring Radan.”
“To this place?”
“Yes.”
“Yes Sire, but your physical condition,”
“Quickly!”
When Leshak shouted, Abadd stopped looking at him.
“Yes, My Lord.”
Abadd quickly exited the cellar.
The sound of thumping footsteps echoed throughout. Leshak sat down on a pile of straw while pressing against his chest.
A chill permeated the pit of his stomach. Leshak clenched his jaw as he tried to bury the freezing sensation that made his flesh crawl.
It was awful.
Everything he now saw.
Radan’s past, having to live in a place like this, wearing a locked metal ring.
“Damn it…….”
His hands trembled wildly.
He wanted to cut down anything.
So if he could get rid of this horror.
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2It was called the Prayer Room.
The closest place one could get to God was now full of the thick bloody smell of still bleeding corpses.
“Why, why……”
Radan grabbed hold of his distant clouded mind.
“Why…… such a thing,”
“Look carefully.”
The answer came from behind.
He was the one who brought Radan out of the cage.
At first, Radan thought he might be with the Leshak’s military who had brought him to the prayer room.
But he wasn’t.
He was not a member of the Leshak Army or the Asilla Palace. He appeared out of the blue, he opened the cage, took Radan out, and removed the blindfold.
And he made Radan see the horrors inside the prayer room.
“Look over there.”
A hand reached out over Radan’s shoulder. The man who knew Radan’s eyes stood behind Radan’s back and pointed to one of the corpses.
It was the body of an old man with white hair.
The stomach was slashed and his intestines were spilling out. His limbs were twisted and his expression was many times more distorted than that. The pain that the old man must have felt before he died was vividly conveyed.
“That is Alsanu Ill.”
“Oh God……”
His stomach twisted. Radan covered his mouth with both hands.
Radan moved with trembling steps toward the old man’s corpse.
It was the first time he was face-to-face with his father.
Radan sat down in front of the mangled corpse.
“Ah, Daddy…… Your Majesty.”
The wet blood was still dripping, and got on Radan’s clothes. Radan touched the corpse’s cheeks.
I always missed you. I secretly dreamed that I might be able to talk to you or hug you at least once.
But the wrinkled, wide-open eyes of the King, now belonged to a corpse. He didn’t say anything.
All Radan could do was shed tears of lamentation. The voice over his shoulder continued.
“This man is the Duke of Whedon. He is the cousin of Alsanu III. This woman is his sister, and the corpse next to him is the nephew of Queen Esla. Everyone here is the Royal Family of Kemened.”
”… …”
His tears flowed down.
All these people were Radan’s family. They had never met before, but their names alone were overwhelming.
“W,wh…y…,”
The unknown man gave the answer.
“No one in Asilah Palace has survived now. Leshak Caliph killed everyone here. He will soon also kill the First and Second Princes who have escaped. Just like them.”
“H,His Majesty, Leshak ……”
Radan’s shoulders trembled.
A voice behind his back rang in his ears.
“Kill Leshak Caliph.”
“… … !”
The trembling shoulders froze. The voice pushed Radan even more strongly.
“He took everything you had. He killed all your family members and destroyed Asilah Palace. Soon your entire kingdom will be burned. You must kill him before that.”
Radan closed his eyes tightly.
He knew that in any case the answer was bound to be the same.
“Could……not have.”
“You fool! Are you saying that while looking at these corpses?”
The voice roared. Radan resisted the urge to cover his ears, and shouted back.
“I know he wouldn’t! H,He’s a person who doesn’t murder!”
“Kill him and that the poison in your eyes disappears!”
“What……did you say?”
The eyes that had been closed, opened wide.
“That’s right. Your eyes are only meant for killing the Caliph. Only by killing Caliph, will the poison of the basilisk leave your eyes.”
This time his mouth was open.
“If I kill him……His Majesty, my curse will be……lifted?”
“The eyes of a basilisk are not a curse. The curse is on the blood of the Caliph. It is the curse of Leshak Caliph that you kill him.”
“… …”
Radan seemed to know who he was.
“Y,you…… appear in my dreams, you are not that person……are you?….How did you just walk in……here?”
“That’s not important. You must kill Leshak Caliph.”
“N,no……not important, to do it.”
Radan raised his head.
The tears he had shed in front of his father’s body had dried up now.
Leshak said he would bring an end to the Kemened Royal Family.
The voice said that he was meant to kill Leshak.
The eyes, which had done such terrible things that they could not be counted, were the only tools to complete the curse placed on Leshak.
The person who appeared in the dream said that.
The voice from behind, too.
Leshak Caliph was cursed.
But Radan knew…
That he would not kill Leshak no matter what.
So the curse had to be his now, not Leshak’s.
“It’s important to do. I……I’m going to save him.”
Radan quickly spun his head around.
He saw the figure of the man who took him out of the cage in his eye.
He was dressed all in black, just like the Guide. But he was not a Guide.
It was Mjab himself.
He looked like a withered old tree. His nails were rotten and his teeth had all fallen out. A few strands of white, brittle hair barely covered his head.
Mjab was 113 years old.
He was old enough to have entered the grave long ago.
It was not his own power that moved him. He made a bargain with an entity seven years ago. The contract he made through a dream promised him eternal life.
There is only one cost to pay in the bargain.
It was to lead the person with the basilisk eyes, to complete the curse on the Caliph’s bloodline.
Mjab faithfully fulfilled the contract.
Born into the Royal Family of Kemened, the Basilisk was raised as an assassin, and was led to assassinate Leshak Caliph. The assassination was unsuccessful and in return he was lost to the organization, but Mjab did not give up.
He went directly to Asilah’s Palace and killed the remaining Royal Family of Kemened. He killed them then he blamed Leshak who had brought Radan, and removed the cloth that covered Radan’s eyes so that he could see the bodies.
It was to make the Blue Serpents’ hatred grow so that he would kill Leshak Caliph.
But it was a failure.
The Blue Snake did not hate Leshak Caliph.
What he hated was the curse that bound him and Caliph.
“Wh,what……a, ah ah ah ah!”
Mjab screamed. Blue flames scorched his eyes.
Radan watched to the end as Mjab’s eyes melted completely.
Lengthy tears flowed from him, like a very long sigh.
“It’s the last time I….. harm.”
Radan wanted to end Leshak’s curse.
For the sake of stopping the curse, the opportunity of the curse to be completed had to end.
Radan headed towards the altar.
He knew that there was the sound of water coming through the window beyond that.
Thump–
As Radan stepped on the altar, the gold statue decorated with rubies fell. Radan passed the God who had fallen helplessly, and rolled up the red curtain that covered the window.
Squeak, bang-
The window was open.
As he stepped on the windowsill, he saw a flowing river surging far below him.
“Ah, river……”
Flowing water could take him everywhere.
To a place where there is no Leshak, to a place where he can never set eyes on him.
Radan closed his eyes as if praying.
Then the thin body fell down from the window.
To a place that Leshak couldn’t find him.
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3… Bang!
The door to the prayer room swung open like it would break.
It was Leshak. His pitch black eyes scanned the prayer room full of corpses.
He saw an empty cage, a fallen statue, and an open window.
“M,my Lord.”
Soon after, Abadd, who had arrived one step too late, gasped for breath.
The order to bring Radan to the basement was too late.
Abadd had already heard that Radan had been moved to the prayer room in accordance with an earlier order, so he went to the prayer room and found a pile of corpses.
There was no Radan. Someone opened the cage that had him locked up.
Radan disappeared, leaving behind an incomprehensible amount of corpses.
It was not clear whether all of the corpses were made by Radan. There was only one corpse whose eyes were melted, and there was no way of knowing his identity.
The word that Radan had disappeared reached Leshak. Leshak did not understand how he disappeared.
Until he checked the prayer room with his own eyes.
In the prayer room the window was wide open, and there was only a red curtain waving around as though obfuscating Radan’s footprints.
Riiip!-
Leshak tore down the drapes, and threw them.
“…… search.”
He said, clutching his heart.
It was difficult to ignore the pain that was gradually increasing in size. His body was not normal.
–The Prince of Ibeden’s heart will be bitten¹ by a snake.
Leshak now clearly understood what the prophecy meant.
His heart was not his own.
A prostitute with serpent’s eyes gouged out his heart, and devoured it.
Now it didn’t matter if Radan was the Prince of Kemened or a real prostitute.
All he could feel was the pain that took the place of his missing heart.
“Find him. Even if you have to search the entire continent.”
To regain his heart, he had to recover Radan.
It was a truth clearer than the pain.
Soon after, Leshak’s forces overturned Asilah’s palace.
What they found was not a clue as to Radan’s whereabouts, but a bunch of dried snakes.
