Fake Princess
CHAPTER 91
“ But we all know it,” Devan said angrily from behind my shoulder. “ Can't he write more? Something useful? For the sake of the Nameless God, this is about the princess' life !”
“ The God does not care who occupies the throne. That's what the fortune teller said, do you remember? I guess for him it's no more important than any other prophecy.” I realized that I was holding back tears. Turns out I was right. Visiting this place is not helpful.
“ Let me see,” pinta Devan, and I handed her the book without saying anything. I could see his eyes moving as he read, but then he sighed, and as he put his book on the table in a face down position. “ Should anyone tell them more thoroughly.”
I lifted the back cover of the book, pulled it open and closed again, in disappointment I did not care if I would cause any damage. I had to try to prevent the sedu sedan in my voice, so finally my voice sounded like I was having a heavy flu. “ I just thought here there must be something, and it could help.” However, right at that moment something caught by my eyes. I stared at the last page of the book. The writing, unlike the neat handwriting used from the beginning, was disheveled and difficult to read, as if the astrologer was weak and trembling as he wrote it.
The disease is growing rapidly. It seems like I will not live any longer, not with the illness gripping me so tightly. After all, the prophecy had disappeared, it was now days, and I could not see the end of my own life. Perhaps this is appropriate, the justice of the God.
Things I haven't written yet, I'll write now—I'm afraid of the God's anger if I don't, but I think I'm already angry because of what I did. I've ordered that his notes be buried with me, locked in a container. The monks didn't question it, because it was my will. And maybe, if I admit it somewhere, the God will pity his servant when I meet him.
I frowned, then read it again. This doesn't make any sense. “ There is something that is not done, or said by him,” muttered me, trying to understand it. “ Whatever it is already freaking him out. I think he wrote it while dying and asked to be buried with him.”
“ Do you think it has anything to do with the princess?” ask Devan.
Devan shook his head in disdain, then slipped his journal into the closet again. “ If the two bury him with her, then there's no use for us, unless you plan to dig up a rotting corpse, and even that…. “ Devan grimaces disgust.
I frowned and licked my lips, a picture formed in my mind. “ I don't think we need to do it,” I said slowly.
“ I'll feel much better about all this if the spell works,” hiss Devan.
“ Don't tell me I have to drag you,” I whispered back. “ It's a real adventure, Devan. Just think, if we manage to get away with all this without getting killed or imprisoned, you'll have a great story to tell the girls in the palace.
“ Are you sure this is not blasphemy against the God? In a moment we will damage the tomb of the chosen one of the Gods Without a Name.”
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