Chapter 383 - Election?
Chapter 383: Election?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The next step of Shadow’s plan was basically using Angor’s illusion to confuse the Krakoks, while Shadow would go for the portal and sneak into the Otherworld.
Previously, Shadow didn’t plan to attack Fiona. He only needed to get to the portal while she was away.
Since Angor was here, they decided to remove the “uncertainty” and let her go once everything was done.
“I’ll let you decide where to put her,” Shadow said to Angor.
Angor nodded. He was going to keep Fiona indoors until Shadow returned from his mission.
Once they placed Fiona back in her residence, Angor accompanied Shadow to the holy altar.
The ceremony would last three full days, so the mountain foot was still lively with singing Krakoks. The crowd wasn’t a problem, but they still needed to do something with the Krakok knights that were protecting the portal.
Oh, this is troublesome…
He made a quick cantrip which immediately covered the visiting clerics. He could easily mimic Fiona’s voice in the illusion. But since he had never heard Fiona talking before, his only choice was to block their sound-registering sense instead.
“In the evening,” Angor replied in his own voice. Thankfully, the clerics didn’t realize something was wrong.
“Shall we do it at the same spot?”
They always held the election under the holy mountain. The cleric was only asking out of courtesy.
“Umhmm, we will do it here,” Angor said. He had no idea where “the same spot” was.
“Um, Lady Fiona? Do you mean we’ll start the election HERE?” The cleric was confused since those words sounded as if the location had been changed to this palace.
“Yes, right here. I… feel a bit tired today, so let’s use somewhere quiet.”
The Krakok clerics were gesturing to each other while trying to get over the sudden change in plan, and Angor saw everything with his spirit feelers. He didn’t quite understand why the Krakoks acted so strange just because of a small change in the plan.
And he felt something might be wrong.
The clerics had finished their communication. “Understood. We’ll go ahead and make the arrangement. Please excuse us, Lady Fiona.”
Angor was still thinking about the situation after the clerics had gone. What was the point of the choir selection? Did Dark Castle need to do this every time they came? Or was it special this time?
Perhaps Isabella loved music just like Lydia?
…
Meanwhile, the clerics had returned to the holy mountain while bearing the new message.
The guards in front of the temple stopped them from going in. Usually, only the Grand Priest and his two service clerics were allowed inside.
“You can’t go inside, by order.”
“We have something important to report to the Grand Priest!” The clerics panicked a little, but the guards did not listen.
Their quarrel eventually drew the attention of the Grand Priest, who slowly walked out of the temple with the help of his walking cane.
“Oh, Grand Priest! Good gracious you’re here!”