Chapter 344 - Chapter 344: Chapter 325: Dust of the Old Era (2/2)

The face of the “White Spirit” was hidden in the shadows, revealing only a pair of profound eyes.

“Fischer.”

Vlad was stunned for a moment, hearing his old friend mention Fischer alone immediately brought to mind Byrne and Chris whom he had encountered.

“We must especially watch over Fischer; they are the most troublesome existence.”

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The funeral began.

The heavy rain had ceased, and in the faint light of dawn, the grand funeral of the King slowly commenced as the entire Cyart Royal Capital was immersed in solemnity and sorrow.

The sky was covered with thick clouds, as if even the heavens were mourning the passing of this great Monarch.

A gentle breeze flowed, bringing with it a chill, rustling the flags and white banners at the funeral, sounding like lamentations between heaven and earth.

On the city streets, the crowd moved like a tide, almost every person dressed in black mourning clothing, faces heavy with grief. They silently walked in procession, holding flowers and candles to bid farewell to the King. On both sides of the street, tall buildings hung black elegiac couplets filled with words of mourning for the King.

In the palace square stood a huge coffin, draped with white silk and adorned with gold, stately and solemn.

Round the enormous coffin stood countless soldiers, nobility, and officials in rows, their faces mostly marked with sadness and respect.

Byrne, Chris, along with Darren also stood among the ranks.

They wore black mourning clothes and remained silent.

Byrne had already noticed Prince Baine and Prince Noah in the procession.

Prince Baine looked as grim as ever, a burly old man.

He clenched his hands tightly, tears flowing ceaselessly from his eyes, unable to suppress the immense grief deep within him.

Prince Noah, on the other hand, was a lean young man with golden hair, nearly two meters tall, with a very indifferent expression, as if devoid of human emotion in his eyes.

“The Sword of Salvation,” Prince Noah?

If Aldrich’s conjecture was not mistaken,

He would most likely be the new King of Cyart!

Just then, the golden-haired Noah suddenly turned his head, his expressionless face locking eyes with Byrne who was looking at him.

They nodded to each other and then looked away.

Above the coffin, a huge golden Holy Grail floated silently, representing the King’s supreme power and dignity, now a testament to his departure.

As the ceremony began, the solemn sound of a mourning anthem filled the expanse of the square.

The soldiers of the Royal Capital sang the national anthem in unison, their voices loud and firm, as if to remind people of the King’s greatness and his indelible contributions.

Meanwhile, a group of priests from the Salvation Church clad in white robes began to pray for the King.

One of the Cardinals of the Salvation Church, the hidden guardian deity of Cyart, the Silver Hermit, slowly approached the spirit pivot, speaking in a voice inaudible to others.

“Who would have thought, you ultimately went ahead of me.”

“When you, I, and the Romann family came here, we busied ourselves day and night with affairs without ever considering how we would die.”

“After I lost my power, I did nothing but silently watch the two of you lead this country forward.”

After a long silence, the Silver Hermit murmured:

“Perhaps, this ending is, for you, a perfect closure.”

“You ultimately did not go mad from the price of the Forbidden rare artifact, nor did you betray your initial aspirations.”

“The great Lord of Salvation will shelter your soul…”

“I will help the Adley Royal Family move forward, selecting a suitable new king, not only because you possess the Blood of Salvation, but also because of the century-long friendship.”

Among the crowd, some sobbed in low voices, others prayed silently, each person expressing their mourning and respect for the King in their own way.

Within the ranks, Byrne knew very well in his heart that this funeral was not just a farewell to a national Monarch; it was the end of an era and the beginning of another.

As the great Blazing Sun slowly rose and illuminated the entire square, the King’s coffin was gradually lifted, carried by soldiers toward the distant mausoleum.

In that moment, the entire Royal Capital fell silent, with only the sounds of the mourning music and the soldiers’ orderly footsteps echoing.

After the King’s spirit pivot entered the mausoleum, the entire Cyart Royal Capital observed a long moment of silence.

Then, the many members of the Extraordinary nobility present lifted their heads, finally hearing the Silver Hermit’s aged yet forceful voice.

“Guardians of the kingdom, proceed to the palace; there we will select a new King for Cyart!”

“The legends of the past have now been sealed within the tomb; from now on, Cyart will enter a new era!”