บท 592: 591. Curse Of The Blessed

Sylvester didn't move; Sir Dolorem's body rested within his embrace. His eyes had dried up by then, but the grief was still in his heart. After a very long time, he lifted his head and looked at Aurora, calling her closer. 

"Send a missive to Felix and start the preparations for a funeral in Magna Sanctum," Sylvester ordered with a dry, hoarse voice. "Postpone everything for a day." 

Aurora's eyes were also hazy since she was close to Sir Dolorem, seeing the man like a brother. They had worked together for years and had known each other well, but the friendship grew much more after Sylvester became the focal point. All the missions they had done together for Sylvester were sweet memories. 

"Did he have any last wish?" Aurora asked him. 

Sylvester nodded softly, "I fulfilled it… with the hymn."