But, but...
At this moment, inside her chest, there was only a raging wildfire, like a volcano suppressed for a long time, the kind of feelings accumulated for years already beyond her control to conceal.
She trembled as she reached her hand into the coffin, reaching towards that face which haunted her soul.
Like other deceased, Arthur's body was heavy, very heavy, but Fiona had no idea from where she summoned the strength to pull him into her embrace.
She quietly placed Arthur's head on her chest, her face involuntarily showing a hint of intoxicated expression, mixed with a bit of repentance, and a bit of humility. She muttered: "I am truly a despicable woman, perhaps, I will never change this in my lifetime."
And in the place she couldn't see, Agares was sitting on the Holy Image in the church; the Red Devil interlaced his fingers and propped up his chin, showing a playful smile of conspiracy success.
