This day, coincidentally, was also the day the priestess was to visit the royal palace and report on her recent findings concerning the holy man and the hero.
So far, there had been no findings on who the real holy man was. Men came to the Temple, parading themselves as the holy man but with her eyes only, she was able to testify against their obscene claims.
There was no one with a pure light that could be considered holy.
There was no one but him. That hero had a very pure and white light surrounding him. She was compelled to the fact that he was the holy man but considering his past, it was almost impossible.
"Shouldn't one who is holy abstain from evil?" She asked herself. "Shouldn't one that is holy, be pure?"
These were questions she found no answer to. She simply couldn't comprehend how one could be holy and at the same time unholy.
She sought words from the gods but they were yet to give her an answer.
