บท 64: The devil

18th of October 2081.

Victorious Fighting Country, Core City, Blackridge District, Memorial Hall #63.

The funeral for Old Lady Su was held in a spacious, elegantly appointed hall that exuded a somber yet respectful atmosphere.

Lofty ceilings adorned with muted chandeliers cast a soft, warm glow over the gathering of individuals, while walls draped in deep burgundy fabric created an intimate setting.

Rows of polished wooden chairs faced a small podium, where Elizabeth stood, her voice echoing softly against the rich decor. The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers, their vibrant colors contrasting the solemnity of the occasion.

"I remember when I was five or six," Elizabeth began, her voice shaky yet firm as she smiled through her tears. "Grandma had a pot on the stove. Being a little troublemaker, I nearly got showered by that pot of boiling water."