"Stomach cancer?"
The next morning, in the Elder's Office.
Elder Prude, who had planned to talk with Ian about his experiences in the Labyrinth, furrowed his brows tightly, "The Prophet can even see this, has he foreseen my death?"
As an old man, there was some taboo in speaking of one's own death, but knowing the cause was certainly better than being in the dark.
It wasn't that Elder Prude didn't believe Ian; he just hadn't expected that he himself would already be suffering from such a serious illness.
The Sublimator closed his eyes and activated Source Seed Introspection, sensing for a moment: "Hmm, no anomalies... My stomach is quite normal, wait, what's this little polyp here?"
