"Ancestor?" Roland blurted out, "What the hell?" He noticed everyone staring at him astonished. Roland cleared his throat and said, "No, I mean... who knows if it's true."
Then he felt his left shoulder being gently pinched.
"Your Majesty, it’s true, and I can prove it," the Chief lowered his head and said. "But you are the only one who can see it."
When the rest of the astrologers heard what the Chief said, they got up and left the room on their own. Roland thought for a moment and nodded to the witches and the guards, saying, "I'm fine. You guys go as well."
He would still have Nightingale with him as a last line of defense in case of any emergency.
The Chief Astrologer, Dispersion Star, entered a chamber next to the hall. After a long time, he returned to the long table with an iron box in his hands. He respectfully placed it in front of Roland.
"What's this?"
"It is the instruction left by your ancestor. He’d expected that this kind of thing would happen."
