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Chief Snero was 72 years old. He was born and raised in Snowville, but he had traveled all over the empire outside the north for a few years as a young man. He had met his wife at that time. In other words, she was an outsider.
After the trip, they returned home together and got married. Since then, they had a daughter and a son.
Lanfero wondered, "A son? I've never seen him."
"He drowned in an icy lake when he was five years old."
"Ah. Then I wouldn't know."
Lanfero nodded, and Verita continued to explain what she had found out.
"It has been three weeks since he joined the Dark Church. He said he decided to join around a month ago when his wife and daughter were killed by a snow troll. If my guess is correct, he has been listening to the demon's whispers ever since."
"Demon's whispers?"
"The magic circle carved in the basement of the building wasn't created by the village chief. It was made long before this. It is a cursed pentagram that dates back at least hundreds of years. This evil demonic symbol preys on human desires."
"Does that mean he wasn't indoctrinated by anyone, but joined purely by his own choice?"
"That's right."
I had been listening silently, but now I asked what bothered me the most. "Isn't there a chance the Dark Pope took over his body?"
"Yes, but it is very unlikely. Of course, we can't believe everything...
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