Kapitel 242: Last farewell

It hadn't rained in a long time, but today, of all days, it was pouring buckets. As if the sky was mourning alongside us.

John, also dressed in his mourning attire, came up to me with two other servants. Despite his efforts to hide his sadness, his swollen eyes gave it all away. After all, Norman was the only one by his side, just as he was Norman's. Norman's death has changed everything for him.

"We're ready to go."

We were still at Quinn's manor, preparing for the funeral with only a few hands to avoid drawing unwanted attention to ourselves. All curtains were closed, and time had stopped in the manor as a great presence had been lost. We planned to bury him next to his wife's grave, just behind the manor—where, as Violet said, peace is found in the bustling land. I'm sure this is what Norman would have wanted.