When he opened his eyes again, silence filled the surroundings.
He, who had been following a few steps behind him until just now, was right beside him.
Covered in filthy mud, bleeding from His head.
"...Are you alright?"
That's what I should be asking you.
As he stood dazed, someone who had just thrown the stone and mud rushed forward and prostrated before Him. No, it was closer to being pushed out by his tribesmen.
"S-s-sorry... Great Chief, I didn't know..."
He said, trembling with fear.
"Are you okay, Richard?"
"...Pardon?"
"Let's go."
He answered calmly.
They walked.
This time, no one said anything.
The Mohawk kept the path open, and ridiculously, they only looked at Him, who was covered in mud, with eyes full of reverence.
Someone among them asked:
"...Why does such a noble one do that for a sinner?"
Then He slowly turned His head to look at him.
"Because he will repent."
"...Pardon?"
"Shouldn't everyone have an opportunity to repent and learn?"
"..."
