The last time we laid eyes on each other was so many years ago.
The nations had all converged in a single location for a special event—the last days of Lewis Griffith himself.
Kings and honourable people from all over the world graced me with their presence. They gathered to celebrate with me, as well as mourn my passing. This started with the arrival of Jane Ursula in the morning and stretched until the daytime when even more guests arrived.
However, soon enough, no one was present in the room. Per my request, they all left, and so I enjoyed my solitude—waiting for the time death would come.
However, who could have expected that I would still have one more visitor?
"You're definitely a sight for sore eyes." The melodious voice echoed within my room.
My tired, old eyes widened the moment I heard the voice.
I was too tired to raise my head, and my blurry eyesight couldn't completely pick up the person who spoke. However…