Chapter 110: The path over the bridge
Ceremus and Atilla were led to their next destination, with the Chief of the Brotherhood—Kishar—in the lead.
Ceremus clenched his jaw as Kishar launched into yet another long-winded explanation. The longer the king spent with Kishar, the less he liked him. The man had a voice as smooth as polished marble, yet it grated on his nerves like sand against steel. If Orion hadn't been keeping him in check, Ceremus might have found a creative way to silence him permanently.
Perhaps Orion had sensed this—hence why he was more on top of Kishar than usual.
Ceremus couldn't help but wonder how many like Kishar were chosen to lead men. To him, the chief was no better than King Aeson, who used flowery words to get what he wanted. Those were the kind of people Ceremus disliked the most. One didn't need eloquent speech to persuade others to do their bidding. A true leader inspired through action.
Atilla shifted in his saddle, glancing between Kishar and Ceremus. The one-sided conversation was painful, like watching someone pour wine into a cup with a hole at the bottom. He cleared his throat. "So... where exactly is this place where 'the sun doesn't set'?"
The chief turned to the young knight with sparkling eyes. "The place where the sun doesn't set is somewhere you must be guided to. You can't reach it alone," Kishar explained. "The only way there is through permission from our patron goddess—Galatea. I can't tell you much else."
"Just who is this Tiresias that we have to go to such lengths to find him?" Atilla wondered.
"The Elder is a special man. He isn't one of us," Yuri explained.
"Isn't one of us?" Atilla echoed, raising a brow.
Yuri's gaze shifted to Ceremus, and Atilla understood without needing further explanation.
"I see."