Chapter 199 - Chapter 199: Chapter 191 Funeral (1/2)
Chapter 199: Chapter 191 Funeral
The raging flames had completely disappeared, and the world of despair from just moments ago seemed as if it never existed; people felt as though they had just been on a crazy, dream-like journey.
In the tranquil night, stars twinkled, and the bright moonlight fell upon the earth, as if enveloping the whole world in a soft, silvery white.
Karl had realized that Irene’s soul extended with a certain uniqueness, for that thread of black light was none other than a splinter of his own soul.
Originally, he had voluntarily split his soul and inserted it into Irene’s, causing a fusion effect. As a result, the Fischer family members, because of Irene, had indirectly become his favored clan.
It was obvious that Irene’s situation was completely different from everyone else’s.
She could even be considered as half an embodiment of himself.
Karl discovered that Irene’s soul had not lost its activity and fallen into a deep sleep but was in a state of half-sleep, almost drowsy, and she could even engage in simple communication with him.
“Irene?”
“You…”
He gazed at Irene’s soul, studying such a delicate state, and suddenly a thought crossed his mind.
Perhaps, at the right moment, he could attempt to have Irene’s soul reincarnated once more within the Fischer family.
Because Karl had long since discovered that many souls entering the bodies of pregnant women at the beginning of life were actually in a similar state to Irene’s current one.
They were in a hazy state of half-sleep and would awaken as they were born into reality.
However, aside from reincarnation, there were other possibilities, and Karl needed to continue his research.
He spoke slowly:
“Wait a while, Irene…”
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Gentle rain fell like soft silk onto the streets of Nasir Town, a breeze swept through the treetops, the wet road glistened, and the outlines of distant buildings faded in and out of the mist.
People spontaneously took to the streets to see off Madam Irene in the rain.
Almost everyone from Nasir Town came out of their homes voluntarily, each of them silently mourning, wearing flowers according to the traditions of the Cyart people, grieving for Madam Irene.
Many who had received her aid even rushed over from other towns, and from Fein City as well, hundreds arrived in Nasir Town in no time. People came from all walks of life, from far and wide, with different social statuses, but they all shared one purpose: to attend the funeral of Madam Irene Fischer.
They mourned the messenger sent by the gods.
Many were inconsolable, kneeling and weeping on the ground, grateful for Madam Irene’s selfless assistance over the years.
The children from the orphanage cried the hardest; they would never forget the kindness and teachings of their matron.
Every day, she saved lives, and her healing powers had removed diseases and pain, giving hope and rebirth to many who would have otherwise perished.
Important members of the Fischer family had all arrived at the cemetery, and it would be Lilian presiding over this funeral.
At the same time, she officially became the new priest of the Dawn Church.
Finally, Irene was laid to rest.
Byrne stood calmly in front of Irene’s grave, but deep inside, he didn’t feel much sorrow. Instead, there was a sense of celebration for Irene.
For he knew that Irene had indeed died a deserving death; she had accomplished everything she wanted in life, and after passing away, her soul could return to the embrace of the Lord of the Lost.
That was the perfect ending Irene had envisaged deep in her heart.
If he were to feel sad, it would only be for the family’s loss of her, yet if he looked at it from her perspective, he would rather be happy for her.
“Irene, rest well in the Lord’s embrace; I must linger a while longer before I can join you.”
Byrne paused, his eyes calm, a smile on his face as he continued, “Irene, send my regards to my father! The Fischer family of Nasir Town will keep moving forward!”