In the projection, Juliette’s mother, Cassandra, brought out the clothes the Archon used to wear, preparing to burn them.Seeing her father’s cloak, Juliette’s eyes teared up."Mother, I want to keep father’s cloak. As a keepsake." But Cassandra’s face changed. She looked away and said, "He's dead. What's the point of keeping clothes? Just burn it."Ignoring Juliette’s protests, she tossed the cloak straight into the fire.In the firelight, the unique golden pattern on the hem was perfectly visible. The image froze.On the altar, Juliette was dead pale. She stared at the cloak, paralyzed with disbelief."No... no... This is impossible! Impossible!"She stumbled backward, breathing heavily, her voice shaking."How could my father's cloak be exactly the same as that monster's? No, no! It can't be the same one!" The priests immediately replayed my memories, comparing the cloak from both scenes side by side.During the process, it felt like a knife was twisting inside my brain. The pain
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