Consolation Ceremony (7)

The memorial ceremony began before dawn, while the sky was still pitch-black.

From what I’d heard at breakfast, Sutherland considered the time when the Great Saint saved their clan the most sacred hour. Apparently, that was around dawn.

That was why important events, including today’s consolation ceremony, were scheduled to begin at that time.

When one of my fellow knights explained this to me, I tilted my head.

...Come to think of it, was it around dawn when I cured the yellow-pattern disease in this land in my previous life?

I’d arrived after riding hard through the night—or rather, for about two days straight—so I’d been exhausted and dizzy. I didn’t remember what time it was.

Hmm. The islanders had kept passing down something for three hundred years that even the person involved couldn’t remember. They were terrifying.

If they held a Great Saint quiz, I felt like I’d lose to the people of this land.

No, but what did it say about a contest if the person herself lost?

While I was thinking about that, it seemed the time had come, and the knight leading the ceremony raised his voice...