The Eagle Tribe was said to be the oldest Seymour tribe in the Halaite Wastelands.
As for Elder Martha, it was said that she was the Seymour who had lived the longest. She had once experienced the great migration and migrated through the calamity. She had crossed the entire Harlet Wasteland and brought her people to find the Holy Mountain, choosing this completely foreign land.
She had even been the de facto leader of the Seymour people for a long period of time. That "long" record was at least fifty years.
After a quick calculation, he was probably two or three hundred years old.
"But no matter how you look at her, she's just an ordinary old lady."
Purple robe, short and bent back, and skinny arms. It made people worry that she would be blown away by the strong wind. But it was this person who had once led a tribe for decades.
When she had personally come here to negotiate with Rorschach, Rorschach and the others hadn't reacted much. They had thought that she was just an elder of Mount Sainte. Now that they had all the information and information, they knew that she was a big shot.
But she was also a retired big shot.
She had resigned from her position about fifty years ago and lived in seclusion.
Most of her time was spent taking care of children and educating them. Many young people in Mount Sainte didn't even know her. They only thought that she was a kind orphanage director.
Naturally, she was a key figure in building a good relationship with the tribes of Mount Sainte.
What made people happy was that she was very easy to deal with. She had even taken the initiative to show signs of goodwill to the Aishi People. This was rare among the nobles and chiefs of the Seymour people. Most of the Seymour people were hostile and even vigilant against outsiders.
The children could cheer for uninvited guests, but the adults had to secretly underestimate the intentions of the uninvited guests. The guards had to observe every stranger with vigilant eyes.
Due to certain reasons, Rorschach's Game Church had interacted with her several times and had a good relationship with her. In order to rope in the Eagle Tribe, Rorschach had met with her several times in private. They could be considered to have a certain level of relationship.
Rorschach had a certain level of respect for elders, especially elders who had an immeasurable accumulation of knowledge.
Now that Rorschach had received a letter requesting a meeting and even a face-to-face discussion, he certainly wouldn't refuse. He arranged a meeting at his own coffee shop.
However, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart.
"How would an elder of Mount Sainte know about the mayor of Cape Town? Could it be … that?"
Thinking about the "friendship" between the old man and the old lady, which had been tested by the test of time, Rorschach inexplicably came up with thoughts such as "former lovers on both sides of the enemy" and "Spy among spies". There was also "Is this to help his old lover restore her reputation? Or accuse the mastermind behind the scenes? "These were very impolite thoughts.
However, as soon as the old lady opened her mouth, Rorschach knew that he had misunderstood.
"This old lady watched little Sias grow up. He's the smartest of all the orphans. I never thought that he would end up like this …"
Alright then, this old man who was more than a hundred years old was probably nothing more than a child in front of her.
The old lady spoke in the Aishi common language fluently, as well as Saul's local accent. Her pronunciation was even better than Rorschach's own. However, her next words made Rorschach suspect that he had misheard.
"… I never thought that he would choose to commit suicide."
Although there were many suspicious points and many conjectures, such a development was within expectations. However, not many people would take it seriously.
The mastermind behind the scenes was actually the victim? He even sacrificed his own race's revival and unification.
"Why?"
Rorschach had many doubts, but the first was …
"Why are you telling us this? In your tradition, suicide is the most dishonorable death. "
"… But sacrificing oneself for one's own race and family is the highest honor. From a certain standpoint, little brat, although he died for his own race and son, you also had a part in it. If you're not too busy, why don't you have a chat with this old lady …?"
Mother Marsha paused for a moment before she finally squeezed out a word from between her teeth.
"… Those existences, those … Evil Gods, are our common enemies. In the eyes of these youngsters, you're probably no different from the Evil Gods. However, only us old folks know what the Evil Gods truly mean."
Mother Marsha had recalled the past countless times, becoming a childhood story that she spoke of. Although she intentionally made light of it, Rorschach could still sense a tremendous amount of despair and hatred from her words.
The Great Migration. The Seymour tribe fled their ancient homeland and continuously migrated across the calamitous wastelands. Death was a constant companion. In the end, even if they were lucky enough to find Mount Sainte, less than ten percent of them survived.
The reason for migrating was simply to escape the Dark Gods that descended from the heavens. During the long migration, little Mother Marsha became the Mother Marsha tribe leader, and then Elder Marsha. During this process, she lost her home, her family, her lover, and her children, just like countless other tribe members.
Her simple words were filled with bone-piercing hatred. If hatred could be materialized into something tangible, then there would probably be nothing left in this little house.
However, Rorschach could tell that this wasn't the main point of her story. A proper politician would only care about the future.
Mother Marsha's next words were actually old Mother Sias' original words.
"Ever since you people (the people of Eich) came here, the Seymour people had no chance of being united, nor was there any need for them to be united. Ever since that idiot Sydeon summoned the Evil God, all misfortune had already been decided.
If these words were filled with hatred, Rorschach wouldn't even want to listen to them, nor would there be any need for him to continue this conversation. However, Mother Marsha's words were a shocking reality.
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