"...A resurrected undead?"
Iver was somewhat surprised.
Because he was a true priest—a Third Level priest. Even a slightly weaker bishop was at this level. It was impossible for him to be unable to distinguish the undead from the living.
In Iver's vision, both the dwarf Magnetic Hammer and old William were genuinely alive. According to what they had said, they had both entered Eagle Cape Village from the swamp, making them the "resurrected" the elder had mentioned.
"That is the truth."
The old man slowly nodded, fixing his one eye on Iver. "I'm telling you this secret because... you are Jacob's chosen heir. And Jacob has shown us a kindness we can never repay."
"I came here to seek my grandfather's legacy."
Iver spoke frankly. "So I need more knowledge and more truth—which is why I ask that you tell me more of what really happened."
"That is only right..."
The old man spoke softly.
He leaned on his cane and slowly stood.
He walked with an unsteady step, approaching the windowsill with Iver's support. He gazed at the sun, which had risen high into the sky at some point.
"Let me ask you a question, Iver... You're a city dweller and a university student. Surely your mind works much better than those of us old things."
"Please, ask," Iver replied politely.
"Suppose there was a man... After he died, no one saw his corpse, and no one learned of his death. His body was swallowed by a swamp somewhere.
"Then, immediately afterward, another swamp connected to it spat out another person who was exactly like him. This person's knowledge, memories, personality, and abilities were all identical to those of the dead man. His body was human as well, down to the same birthmarks and old injuries. He simply