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¬ FASHIRE 

The old priestess took us to her study where notes and books were neatly arranged. I could still envision Hiln seated here enduring pain for some stupid reason of putting someone who didn't care about her above herself.

These humans, in particular, were deluded. The way I saw it, that Nenet girl had more sense than them.

And Gyasi was an idiot for being so accepting of this nonsense. Imagine, he didn't even bother to pry about this hidden knowledge just because these priestesses considered it sacred. Something that was never theirs to solely keep.

Before we began, I told the head priestess who went by the name of Dalia to relay to me all that Hiln had told her, and she did without hesitation. Gyasi oddly enough put aside his nonchalance by remaining in the old priestesses' sleeping quarters and his eyes widened with each sentence that came out of the woman's mouth.

I was equally taken aback.