"How I survived is a long story," Marlon said in a calm tone, flashing a warm smile at the white-robed young man. "Actually, I died. But before my soul was judged, a bright figure appeared before me and told me I had to return and save Vale Kingdom from the Dark King. He even foretold that a righteous man would come to me when I awoke."
The young man's eyes widened after hearing his story. The look on his face wasn't one of disbelief, as Marlon had expected, but rather of admiration and reverence. His simple lie had worked.
"Y-you are the chosen one," the young man said in a trembling tone as he stepped closer.
Marlon's smile faltered slightly as he heard the young man not only believe his words but also solidify them. Chosen one? How was that even possible? he thought, but he didn't show his confusion and kept his warm smile.
