Chapter 725: First impression

A shallow breath slipped past Isaiah's lips, keeping his eyes on Tilly, Abel's other sister. Unlike Marsella's explosive temper, this one was too quiet and strange. It was as if the word weird was discovered to describe this lady. 

'I still can't lower my guard,' he told himself, mentally nodding in agreement. 'She's still a Grimsbanne. Until she was able to get him out of his slumber, I trust no one.'

Isaiah slowly gazed back at the coffin steps from the altar. His eyes fell on Abel and his jaw tightened. Even letting others touch him brings this unspeakable anxiety to his heart, knowing they could do whatever they want to Abel.

"Your Grace~!" 

Just then, Sunny's voice echoed sweetly in the silent chapel. As Isaiah slowly gazed back, his eyes caught multiple figures walking behind the little girl running in the aisle.