Blood Secret

I was pretty shaken up at what I just saw that I was silent for a moment. The goosebumps at the back of my neck and on my arms didn’t go away even as I tried to rub them.

Fical has the chalice and we accused the wrong person. How twisted is that?

“Come out now, little one. I think he’s gone.” I flinched as Ingka started to speak. At first, I thought that he was speaking to someone else, but then I saw through the gaps of where I was hiding that he was looking right at me. I stood up and shamefully looked at the ground. I don’t even know what I was supposed to say to him.

I gulped as I slowly lifted my head and found the old man sitting peacefully on the ground with his back pressed against the wall. His hands were tied in front of him. We were separated by a bunch of bamboos that were being used as bars of a cage. There wasn’t a torch on his side of the cave, but I was able to see that he was giving me a warm smile despite everything.

“H-Hello, mowtal. It is I, goddess-”