Chapter 111
Ha. Life really is made of coincidences. Jane, you were right. The dirt and cocoa powder theory... you could seriously be a college professor. Our dear Jane.
“Priest, um... may I ask when your birthday is?”
“Huh? Mine? It’s in November.”
“November?”
“Yes. Ah, but... actually, it’s just the birthday the orphanage assigned me. I only know that I was born in winter—nothing more.”
Ding. It felt like a bell rang in my head.
A massive bell, shaking me to the core. The shock left my brain reeling.
It was Ian. The High Priest’s ultimate, final sacrifice—that must’ve been Ian.
In the original story, the High Priest had chosen Ian as the "sacrifice." But the spell failed because the birthday was wrong, and he ended up dying.
There probably wasn’t a more perfect sacrifice than Ian, so the High Priest must’ve been desperate. And when Ian’s birthday passed, he rushed the ritual.
That would explain why things in the real world started moving faster, too.
If Ian was the ideal offering, the High Priest likely planned to absorb his power first before enacting the rest of his plan.