Episode 87 The Iliad (3)
Ahhemman was perplexed.
This is because Balak’s plan to become a hero after releasing the antidote as soon as he came out after the ceremony was over and curing everyone was shattered from the beginning.
He tried to earn everyone’s respect, but the result was completely different.
Most of Balak’s warriors looked upon Ahheman with contempt.
“… … ?”
But Ahheman was still puzzled.
I don’t know how the red death was cured, but should the shaman’s sacrifice be so hostile because it didn’t work?
It wasn’t particularly helpful, but the reactions that came back were too cold for that kind of thing.
but.
Ahhemman’s question was answered by Aquila’s next words.
“I don’t need anything. I want to see what’s in the sack at your waist.”
In an instant, my heart sinks.
Ahheman managed to hold on to the spirit that was trying to get farther away.
What is it? Why did the chief ask to see the hilt of the loincloth? Is that even at this timing?
It’s hard to say if you don’t know something.
‘… … Did he notice?’
As the person responsible for spreading the red death in the flood, of course, it was inevitable.
Aquila urged Ahhemman who hesitated.
“What? You don’t want to drag the sack right away.”
The patriarch’s authority is absolute. Once the order is given, there is no protest.
But the old shaman was so flustered that he denied the chieftain’s authority.
“I-I can’t show you this!”
Ahheman was so flustered that he didn’t even know what he was talking about.
However, the responsibility for the result was heavy.
As soon as Ahhemman finished speaking, all the warriors’ expressions hardened.
The young warriors sighed and shook their heads, and the old warriors had a deep gap between their foreheads.
The respect and loyalty of warriors to the chief is deep regardless of generation, so Ahheman has no reason to look pretty.
“What about that old man? I’m sure this time… … !”
The moment when the hot-headed Iyen tries to step forward.
“Open that sack right now!”
There was someone who stepped forward before her.
Ahhun. Ahhemman’s grandson took the lead and spread his palms in front of Ahhemam.
While Ayen hesitated at the unexpected sight, Ahhun spoke strongly to Ahheman.
“There can be no disobeying the chieftain’s words. If I don’t open the sack right away… … .”
Ahhun took out an arrow from his belt and loaded it.
Then Ahheman’s thick eyebrows curled up.
“You foolish bastard!”
“… … .”
However, there is no wavering in Ahhun’s eyes.
It seems that he had many changes of heart while helplessly watching his younger sister Ahyul die from the red death.
Soon, countless warriors booed Ahheman.
“Gimme the sack now!”
“Show me what’s inside!”
“This traitor! Are you the culprit!?”
Seeing the accusations pour in, Ahhemman’s expression became more and more savage.
yet.
“OK. look! What’s inside!”
Ahhemman pulled the hilt of his waistband.
Then, he threw it at the river flowing next to it.
Numerous warriors pause for a moment.
strange silence.
Ahhemman turned to Aquila with a triumphant smile.
“this! This old man had tremor, so he dropped his sack into the river… … ?”
He paused for a moment while making an excuse.
There was a feeling that things were going strangely.
Sure enough, the warriors whispered among themselves and turned to one side.
There was Bikir with his arms crossed and his mouth shut.
Aquila looked back at Bikir and said.
“indeed. It happened as you said. You really throw the sack into the river.”
“… … what?”
Ahheman opens his mouth with an absurd expression.
Right then.
“Chief! I found it!”
Suddenly, someone raises his head above the surface of the river.
A warrior of Balak, who was hiding in the water in the first place, quickly retrieved the leather bag that Ahheman had thrown away.
Although the bag was soaked with water, about half of the contents remained.
“omg!? no!”
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Ahhemman moved in surprise, but the already wet sack passed into Aquila’s hand.
“… … .”
Aquila looked into the sack.
It is half dissolved in water but full of white powder.
Aquila asked Ahheman.
“This is the antidote to the red death.”
“… … .”
“Why is this coming out of your hands?”
At Aquila’s words, Ahhemman only opened his mouth but did not respond.
Then Aquila nodded again.
“indeed. You were right again.”
This time, he said it looking back at Bikir.
As Ahheman tilted his head, Aquila smashed the white powder onto the ground.
“This powder is just flour with no effect.”
“What!?”
“I heard you believe this to be an antidote. I was surprised to see that he was right.”
Hearing that the powder he was holding was just flour, Ahheman’s expression turned into astonishment.
“Oh, can’t it be? I’m sure that’s the antidote… … .”
“You were tricked by the Leviathan family.”
said Bikir, stepping forward.
The Leviathan family spread a plague without an antidote through stupid native spies.
Seeing through his lust for power and ambition.
As everything Bikir had said in advance came true, the atmosphere of the warriors became more and more threatening.
Ahhemman protested desperately.
“Me, I don’t know! As he said, this is just flour!”
“Then why did you hesitate when I asked to see the sack earlier? And why did you come to this water source where the red death first began?”
“Shut up! Why should I tell you that!”
As Bikir questioned each item, Ahheman writhed with blood in his neck.
But the situation was not in his favor at all.
Because Bikir gave more and more incomprehensible evidence.
What came out of Bikir’s arms were two letters.
There were two handwritings there, but one was so badly handwritten that it was hard to see, and the other was quite neat.
Bikir opened his mouth and said.
“This is the letter you exchanged with the Leviathan family while conspiring.”
Conclusive evidence emerged.
One of the two letters was apparently written in Ahhemman’s handwriting.
All the warriors’ eyes alternated between the letter and Ahhem.
Ahhemman jumped up and down and shouted in injustice.
“It is a lie! I’ve never written a letter like that!”
But nobody believed it.
This is because some old elders testified that what was written in the letter was Ahheman’s handwriting.
“Aaaaaaaa! It’s real! I am innocent! That guy is slandering me!”
Ahhemman pointed at Bikir and jumped up and down.
But Bikir, who is the target of pointing, just laughs quietly inwardly.
because? Because the mothership is right.
‘To see the virtues of the Chihuahua office manager here.’
Bikir recalled what happened two years ago.
‘Chihuahua’s office manager writes really well.’
‘Nothing. Since I was born, I haven’t seen anyone who handles handwriting better than me. Every time the archons ask me to sign it, so I’m good at imitating other people’s handwriting… … .’
‘Can’t I learn too?’
‘Nothing! Of course we can teach you! It is an honour!’
‘Thank you. Then whenever I have time, I’ll ask for it.’
It was rewarding to learn the art of handwriting counterfeiting diligently from him when he was the sub-consul of the city of Underdog.
It was a really useful skill when doing agitation like this.
‘Originally, agitation is easy and explanation is difficult.’
Bikir looked at Ahheman, who was really upset and was jumping.
Meanwhile, Aquila said.
“I’ll have to find out if there’s anyone in the Leviathan family with this type of handwriting.”
But in reality it is difficult. How could you investigate one of the seven great families of the Empire?
So, naturally, the atmosphere inside Balak flowed toward the condemnation of Ahheman.
“traitor!”
“My wife almost died because of you!”
“My children too!”
“Kill! Let’s hang it!”
Public opinion was going very badly.
Even Ahhun, his grandson, was sending his eyes with a light horse, and now there was not a single person on Ahhemman’s side.
Ahheman gritted his teeth.
There is no evidence anyway.
As long as the white powder in the sack turned out to be just flour, there was no justification for executing himself if he insisted that it was no until the end.
Even if it was dirty and lethal, it was the only way to survive.
“… … stop. Everyone is overreacting.”
That was the atmosphere before Chief Aquila spoke.
All the warriors turned their heads and looked at Aquila. It was the same with Aheman.
Aquila cleared her throat a few times before opening her mouth.
“If you look closely, there is no evidence. I hope everyone doesn’t damage the shaman’s honor with this anymore. Isn’t he a public servant who has been devoted to his tribe for a long time.”
Then, a murmur was heard everywhere.
Iyen said as if he was full of energy.
“mother! no chieftain! So I’m just going to cover this situation and move on… … !?”
“stop! Respect the shaman’s authority! He’s older, older, and has a lot more time devoted to his tribe than you! Be polite!”
At Aquila’s strong words, Iyen kept her mouth shut.
Many warriors looked dissatisfied, but the chieftain’s word was absolute, so everyone was silent.
Ahheman, who was the target of the defense, had a puzzled expression.
Why does the chief who considered himself a thorn in the eye take sides?
However, since this was the only hole through which he could escape, he had no choice but to lie flat against Aquila.
“I am simply admiring the generosity and wisdom of the chieftain.”
“It’s not a big deal. If you respect the tradition passed down by your ancestors, it is natural.”
Ahhemman nodded as if he was moved.
Just then, Aquila’s eyes shone deeply once more.
“How dare you let ignorant little ones tarnish your high honor?”
“Yes, thank you chief.”
“There is nothing to be thankful for. Aren’t you a being with a high reputation not only in our tribe, but throughout the sea?”
“Yes. what… … .”
“Of course, the honor and pride you carry on your shoulders must be very heavy. cancer.”
“yes… … ?”
“So today, you were framed for something without evidence, so the wounds in your heart must be very great. No wonder. Because that supreme pride has been damaged.”
“… … ?”
Ahheman felt a little uneasy about the gilt that was applied too thickly.
Sure enough, Aquila shouted at Ahhemman.
“I am now my friend and precious colleague who has been with me for many years! Confess your innocence to Ahheman, the spiritual teacher of all the young people gathered here! his own honor! We want to give you a chance to defend your pride! Are there any dissatisfied people!”
“No-!”
Everyone who guessed Aquila’s intentions shouted at once.
And Bikir, who had heard the whole story beforehand, took a step forward with a calm expression.
“… … ?”
Ahhemman took a step back as he saw Bikir approaching him.
The expression that I don’t understand what the situation is.
Before long, Aquila spoke firmly to Ahheman.
“Open my way. If you are truly innocent, take this opportunity to protect the highest honor and pride you have built up over the years. I can’t believe I’m giving you a place like this, but you won’t leave it out, right?”
“… … What do you mean by chance?”
Anxiety shines in Ahheman’s eyes as he carefully asks.
Finally, Aquila spoke.
“I order the Iliad.”
The ‘Iliad’ was Balak’s unique way of resolving a conflict of opinion between the parties when there was no sign of resolving it, using force to decide in the direction the winner wanted.
Hearing that, Ahhemman’s face turned white.
Bikir, on the other hand, laughed quietly.
Evidence and proof, in fact, were all meaningless.
Because everything was a paving stone laid for this edition.
