2 Resurrection (1/2)

Falken was the only reverend in the Church of Life in Red Mountain Town.

He worked as a mercenary for two years and traveled in a lot of places when he was young. Although he had only lived in Red Mountain Town afterward, he always considered himself a worldly man.

But today, he felt that he was too ignorant. He did not know the new way of suicide, which was to detonate one's own head with magic recoil. Every spellcaster would've been impressed by such an accurate detonation.

Falken finally closed his mouth. The young man who emerged in his temple should be the undying Golden Son that would arrive today according to the oracle, which said that he would reappear on the ritual table in the temple after he died.

But what if he didn't? There were so many temples of the Church of Life in the world, and there were only finite Golden Sons. He might not reach his temple. Now, how should he deal with this headless body and this place that looked like the scene of a homicide?

He had been a reputable reverend in Red Mountain Town for decades. He did not expect this before his death. It would be the time of prayer in the town soon. If the villagers saw him standing in the chapel soaked in blood next to the headless male…

He could imagine what theory the villagers would come up with!

It took the Church of Life decades to establish grounds in this village. If the villagers lost their faith because of this incident, he would be too ashamed to face the goddess when he was summoned by her later.

Falken had a strong headache.

The thing he most dreaded happened. The wooden door behind Falken opened, and a plump lady cried as loudly as if she were a virtuoso when she saw the horrifying scene. She even fell on the floor when Falken turned around with brains and blood all over his body.

”Don't be scared, Susan,” said Falken intimidatingly. ”I'm Falken. About this…”

”What? You're Reverend Falken?” Surprisingly, the plump lady named Susan relaxed after distinguishing Falken's voice. She jumped up and cursed at Roland's headless body. ”Reverend, was he a burglar? You've done a great job! Wait a moment. I'll ask other people to help you. He was stupid enough to rob you…”

Cursing, she left and cried out, ”Somebody help! The old reverend has killed a burglar. Come here and help him move the body out.”

Hearing the exclamations and yells, Falken grinned, tears in his dirty eyes.

Soon, a bunch of people swarmed in. Most of them were adults; children were kept outside. They gasped when they saw the ghastly scene and then cursed the burglar who broke into the temple. None of them suspected that Falken was a murderer.

After discussing for a while, some of them fetched clean water to mop the floor, and some went for a piece of cloth to move the body away and burn it.

None of them, including old Falken, saw that Roland's consciousness had stayed next to his body. To be more exact, Roland was invisible to them when he was in the state of consciousness.