The pit was about to be dug completely, and Gowenda thought he was surely doomed, but unexpectedly, at the last moment, there was a turn of events.
The Weilante people called for them to go to the port, saying they wanted to conduct some kind of fair trial, which immediately brought a ruddy glow to Gowenda's ashen face.
Oh, Rat God above!
And also the Silver Moon Goddess, the Spirit of the Sand Sea, and the Great Antler God!
He finally awaited his savior!
"I have never killed a Weilante person!"
He proudly looked at the people around him, as if he had once again placed the right bet on the table of fate.
In stark contrast to his "kind-hearted" self, some men still digging the pit continued with ashen faces, as if the message of pardon had nothing to do with them, still shoveling red soil absentmindedly.
Their arms were wrapped with strips of cloth, implying that they owed many blood debts that night.
