"Because the person I loved has left this world."
All those present, whether it was Noen or the slaves, were stunned.
"I'm sorry, old Priest."
After a long while, Noen apologized softly.
"It's nothing, Noen, nothing at all."
The old Priest lifted his face, looked around at everyone present, and forced a smile as he said:
"Since we've come this far, let me continue telling you.
I apply herbs on your wounds and soothe your injuries, you all appear to me like a group of children."
The slaves all widened their eyes, their eyes unconsciously becoming a bit moist.
The old Priest coughed twice, cleared his throat, and started speaking:
"My brother left me because of an accident, an accident that originated from one of my mistakes."
"At that time, I was consumed by guilt, with confusion crowding my mind, so much so that even the regular rituals to Kagawus frequently went awry.
