Chapter 36 Fitran Memories (7)
Gaia stood majestically, its light reflecting off the cool marble walls and the shimmering golden cloak. However, a creeping fear began to emerge, like an unseen dark shadow slowly infiltrating the crowd, as if bearing witness to a grim tale waiting to be revealed.
Not to the Queen.
But to someone who cannot be silenced, cannot be predicted, and cannot be killed.
His name whispered through the hidden corridors of the palace, seeping into every crevice and crack like the wind carrying secret murmurs.
Fitran.
He did not appear in the court, nor did he raise his voice loudly at the grand podium, as if his fate were bound beyond the reach of the attendees.
He simply... vanished from sight,
only to reappear suddenly through a mysterious death, as if life and death were merely two ends of a thread intertwined, dancing between reality and illusion.
The First Night: Marquis Erval
Marquis Erval was found in the early morning, sprawled out in a pitiful state, as if his life had completely faded away. Not due to visible physical wounds, but because it seemed that all the life's essence had evaporated from within in ways that were hard to imagine, leaving only a dry and powerless body on the cool floor like a deserted moon.
The traveling physicians knelt down, whispering to one another in a harmonious tone, calling it an "internal curse," while observing the scene with serious expressions, as if they were silent witnesses to an unsolvable tragedy.