The following night.
"Th-these goods... are they the posters His Majesty mentioned?"
Standing in the warehouse and staring at the goods newly delivered by the caravan, the mayor of Hendry Town was struck as if enlightenment had poured over his head. In that brief instant, he finally remembered what he had been unable to recall before.
He had promised the king—he was to put these posters up around town!
The lost memories came flooding back in an instant. The mayor's head spun a little, but recalling what the king had told him, he still drew a deep breath, gathered his courage, and slowly opened the crate.
He picked up a poster, and after barely two glances, his expression changed.
"Th-this..."
The fear that rose within him made him stuff the poster back at once. He instinctively looked around, confirming that no one else was in the warehouse. Though he had only caught a glimpse, he clearly realized that if even one person saw what was on that poster, the head on his shoulders would probably not stay there!
He could not help hesitating.
His Majesty had been framed by The Church, and it was indeed his duty to step forward. But... but... such a dangerous act would inevitably stir up towering waves across the kingdom. Could he truly get out of it unscathed?
However, after a long struggle of indecision and hesitation, the mayor took the poster out of the crate once more.
There was no road back for him. Even if he destroyed this entire crate, he had still met with the king. Once The Church investigated, he would face nothing but death either way. And after being swept into a struggle among the upper ranks, their only choice was to choose their side and help the king regain