"A corpse?"
Upon hearing this, Heine's brow furrowed slightly.
"Why a corpse? Had you died before coming to Yati Town? Was it Milton's doing?"
"Of course not him, how could he bear to lay a hand on me."
Rosy's laugh was extremely cutting.
"It was the Shadow Temple's doing, perhaps Gittiler's, but who knows?
"Their Soul Hunters—those armored Wanderers, God knows how they manage to move in that gear without making a sound—they followed us from the moment we sneaked out of Saint Xiting. Once we left the city, in the wilderness, they struck.
"I still remember it was a rainy night. They killed the attendants and coachman, then dragged me out of the carriage like livestock about to be slaughtered, intending for Milton to witness my murder.
"Poor Milton, he was close to kneeling to them, but they were unmoved and still slit my throat with a knife.
"After that, I do not know what happened. When I awoke once more, he had turned into that disgusting sight.
