678 Who is Ryn?! (1/2)
Moranti's telepathic shout rang through Jack's mind, not letting Jack enough room for thought.
'Jack, who is Ryn?!' Moranti repeated, glaring angrily at Jack. 'Tell me!'
Sighing, Jack fell back onto the couch. 'Why did you bring him here? Leave him in Trodar till tomorrow. We don't need him--'
'Tell me, Jack. Just tell me!'
'... How about we both go back to Trodar?' Jack insisted, 'We'll talk there.'
'Fine!'
Moranti teleported the three back to Trodar without wasting another second. They appeared just beyond the gathering that was dying down. But the moment Moranti threw Tralbok back into the open courtyard, cheers filled the air as Rikko hurriedly hung the hostage god back up for everyone to hit like a piñata.
”Now talk!” roared Moranti while casting silence around the two, showing his uncharacteristically short temper and seriousness.
Jack scratched his head and asked, ”Who told you? Zariff?”
”That doesn't matter, now talk!”
”Calm down and let me explain,” reasoned Jack, waiting for Moranti to visibly start relaxing. It took a few moments but Moranti's breathing was almost back to normal and Jack assumed that's the best Moranti could manage without knowing more. ”First off, he's not who you think he is. He's--”
”Is he Skaryn or not?!”
”No…” Jack sighed, seeing a lot of Moratni's pent-up restlessness subside. ”Ryn isn't even his real name.”
”Then why--”
”Because the best way to hide someone's identity is by assuming the identity of another,” reasoned Jack. ”Ryn is an alias and nothing more. Should he get caught, it would be better that he falsify his identity from the get-go, that way his true self can remain hidden at all cost.”
”Then… who is he really? I want to see his real face.”
”Now?”
”Yes, now.”
Understanding Moratni's stubbornness, Jack teleported the two of them into his office for more privacy. ”One second. Let me switch places.”
Not understanding what Jack meant, Moratni was confused when Jack altered his robe to mimic the helmed swordsman's armor. When Jack next equipped an identical helmet, Moranti was puzzled further but said nothing to stop Jack.
A flash a purple light appeared as Jack vanished yet a figure in identical clothing was left standing in front of Moranti, only a bit taller and broader.