Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 160
Turning her head, Freesia saw a familiar face and gasped in relief. Her eyes welled up with tears of joy.
“Reverend, please help! Our knight is…”
“Oh my.”
But unlike the frantic Freesia, Reverend Canopus seemed incredibly relaxed.
While everyone else was screaming or shouting to evacuate, he remained so calm…
“I didn’t expect you to awaken to this extent.”
“…What?”
“Even the dragon fears you and won’t descend. Truly remarkable.”
Despite the dangerous situation, his voice was calm and low, sending chills down her spine.
‘Dragon? Is the flying monster a… dragon?’
Canopus’s eyes curved like a pair of red crescent moons. It was then that Freesia recalled the impression she had when she received the blessing for her reading glasses.
A greedy smile coexisted with noble piety. And now, that smile was reaching out to her with a large hand.
She needed to run.
“Just dream a pleasant dream for a moment, sister-in-law.”
“Reverend…!”
This man was dangerous. Believing him to be a sibling-like figure was a mistake…!
Freesia struggled desperately against the hand grabbing her, but a thick fragrance filled her mouth and nose.
“Don’t worry about what happens next.”
“Mmph, mmmmph…!”
Her vision darkened quickly.
Canopus smiled contentedly as he held the woman who collapsed into his arms.
“Look, Father, Mother.”
He hugged her tightly, whispering sweetly.
“Finally, I’ve stolen the most precious thing from that wretch’s son. I’m going to use this woman to tear his heart out.”
As he finished speaking, the monsters hiding in the shadows of the foliage raised their heads.
Though stronger than wolf monsters, they had been frightened by the small woman. Seeing this, Canopus smiled in understanding.
‘It seems her powers only work when she’s conscious.’
Though he had knocked her out to take her easily, it seemed necessary to force her to remain unconscious if needed.
However, Canopus groaned in pain from a sharp pang in his right eye.
“Ugh…”
He had overexerted himself, causing the blood vessels in his right eye to burst.
Blood tears flowed down like rain from a red moon, but Canopus ignored the pain and smiled fiercely.
The time for retribution had arrived.
The imperial family, who had condoned a wicked union two decades ago, and the fallen temple, which failed to grasp the will of God, would both be punished.
“…Ah, welcome.”
Canopus smiled as he saw the last person who needed to be punished appear.
A man clad in black armor stained with monster blood stood before him.
Though blood splattered his face, he seemed unconcerned, his golden eyes fixed only on the woman in Canopus’s arms.
“This is the first time we’re meeting in person, dear brother.”
Golden eyes filled with rage slowly met the smiling red eyes.
“…The priest from that time.”
The one who had healed Freesia’s seizures. He had always given him a bad feeling…
His cursed half-brother.
But did it matter if this man commanded monsters?
“Freesia.”
His wife.
The moment Canopus handed Freesia to the lion monster, the taut string in Izar’s mind snapped.
What happened next was so swift that even Canopus couldn’t fully prepare.
“Ugh!”
Canopus felt a sharp pain as an attack pierced his right shoulder.
The strike was filled with madness, intending to kill without any refined swordsmanship.
“Move…!”
Izar had always imagined that if he ever met his half-brother, he would tear him limb from limb. If he couldn’t reclaim what had been taken from him, he would avenge it with the most horrific death.
But at this moment, Izar desperately lunged at the creature that was carrying Freesia away.
“Freesia!”
A vertical rift appeared in midair, and the monster with the unconscious Freesia in its jaws began to disappear into it.
My wife.
I can’t lose you like this.
As Izar knocked Canopus to the ground and tried to leap towards the rift, a monster hidden in the shadows bit into his right arm.
“Agh!”
“Haha…”
Canopus stood up with difficulty, clutching his bleeding right shoulder. A long rift began to form beside him as well.
With a pale face, Canopus gave a sinister smile.
“Then we will be going… My esteemed brother, I hope you try your hand at dragon slaying.”
The dragon’s song was growing closer to the ground.
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<Freesia. How did you die?>
In her sinking consciousness, Izar’s question echoed from a distant place.
Atria and others had fed her an abortion-inducing drug. But that wasn’t the definitive cause of Freesia’s death.
She had never delved into how she died because the answer had always been within her.
In her first life, Freesia had taken her own life.
After losing her baby, she had failed twice but ultimately cursed Izar as she ended it all.
