Chapter 42 - Chapter 42: Chapter 41 Death and Rebirth (1/2)

Chapter 42: Chapter 41 Death and Rebirth

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At noon, under the bright sunshine, many people attended Old Ramon’s funeral.

Nasir had only a few blacksmith shops, and Old Ramon’s skill was acknowledged to be top-notch, surpassing even his younger and stronger son.

A few years ago, the once robust and dignified elder began to lose himself to age, fading away as if vanishing into thin air, and even Irene couldn’t heal “aging” itself.

The funeral took place in the Sun Church’s cathedral, and very few people in Nasir believed in the Sun Church, hence the Sun Cathedral wasn’t very large either.

Old Ramon lay peacefully in his coffin, his aged face showing the marks of time, silver hair like silken threads covering his pale head. Deep wrinkles were etched between his forehead and the corners of his eyes, making it seem like he was free of fatigue and worries, comfortably waiting for the gods to take away his soon-to-pass soul.

When it was time for everyone to say their final farewells to the man in the coffin, Irene, dressed in a black robe, serenely stepped forward.

The girl who had once been young was now the head of a secret clan, but Old Ramon died without ever knowing the secret behind the sudden rise of the Fischer family.

Irene looked down at the old man she knew so well, her eyes slightly red, as if she was whispering to herself or praying:

“Mr. Ramon, good afternoon. I hope you find eternal peace in the tranquil world. The great Lord of the Lost will protect your soul.”

Byrne and Margaret were also present, having become a couple well-known to all.

In a little over a year, many people in Nasir were impressed by Margaret’s boldness, assertiveness, and arrogance, but now her most noticeable feature was her protruding belly.

In fact, many in the Hoffman family behind Margaret disapproved of the marriage between the two, and even the support of her brother, Baron Hoffman, wasn’t enough.

Aside from the siblings, the other family members felt that Byrne, who was only a knight, wasn’t a good match for Margaret, not to mention that what so ever about the Fischer family, they were just upstarts from a small place after all.

In this day and age, the importance of bloodline, status, and matching social ranks was self-evident, and Byrne’s “upward behavior” made many scoff behind his back.

However, the headstrong Margaret had a simple and clear method of rebelling against her family – she got pregnant on her own.

When she brazenly revealed this, she directly caused her own mother to faint on the spot, and if Byrne hadn’t run fast, he nearly would have had his legs broken by his future father-in-law right there and then.

He really wanted to say he was forced by Margaret, but probably very few people would believe it.

Hugh, tall in stature, talked in turn with the people attending the funeral, his eyes reddened.

When he saw the members of the Fischer family, he forced out a sad smile with much effort.

“My father was very grateful to you all, truly. In his last moments, he was alert again and he appreciated all the help you’ve provided to the Ramon family over these past few years.”

Irene nodded and said, “These were all things we should do. You’ve worked hard, Hugh.”

“No, it’s nothing…”

Hugh had barely finished speaking when he suddenly couldn’t hold back and burst into tears, and the people around rushed to comfort him.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, Margaret screamed, her eyes closed, as she uncontrollably clutched Byrne’s shoulder tightly, the pain making Byrne clench his teeth as well.

“My belly, it hurts so much, my belly!”

Everyone was stunned for a moment before they all hurriedly became a bustle of confusion.

Quickly, Irene confirmed something through the power of healing runes: Margaret wasn’t suffering from a sudden illness, but was indeed going into labor!

She hurriedly said, “Sorry, we must leave now, really sorry!”

Of course, Hugh understood, and the Fischer family left the scene in a hurry, rushing to the only hospital in town.

It was earlier than expected; Margaret was supposed to give birth in half a month, but for some reason, it started earlier.

Irene went to help with the delivery, along with the doctors and nurses.

Continuous cries of agony echoed, and the servants and guards of the family all waited anxiously outside. Byrne paced frantically back and forth, taking deep breaths over and over, his mind a complete blank like never before.

“Calm down, Byrne.”

Chris, only six years old, suddenly reached out and grabbed Byrne, saying expressionlessly, “It’s not like you’re the one giving birth.”