Duke, This Will Sting for a Moment (30 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 109

The funeral at the cathedral was solemnly conducted in silence.

The imperial court sent large floral wreaths and condolence money, but the Grand Duke sent the imperial envoy away at the entrance.

Given the rumors swirling through the capital that the attackers of the Grand Duke’s estate were the “Corpse Mercenaries” and that the imperial court was behind them, the onlookers’ gazes toward the rejected imperial mourners at the gate were icy.

Nobles from the East and pro-imperor factions barely attended, while those who had maintained neutrality hesitated until the last moment, anxiously weighing whether to attend the funeral.

The spark had now been thrown onto the already smoldering rift. Whether they liked it or not, the time was approaching for nobles to clearly declare their stance.

Though many nobles were absent, the cathedral was packed with mourners bidding tearful farewells.

As the seventeen coffins, draped in the Grand Duke family’s banners and flowers, passed down the central aisle of the cathedral,

the Angelus Knights raised their ceremonial swords high to form an honor guard, and all mourners stood to bid the departed a final farewell.

Grand Duke Frost Eelheim slowly stepped forward and delivered his farewell address to those departing.

“We know this is not a final parting. We are only temporarily separating from you, who sacrificed yourselves to protect our land and people. We shall meet again. May the Goddess, I pray, fling wide open the gates of heaven and warmly embrace the souls of those returning to Her…”

Frost’s voice, thick with emotion, paused briefly before continuing.

“Until we meet again… may those of us who remain live under the Goddess’s grace, comforting and loving one another. Truly… thank you.”

His heartfelt, deliberate words broke the dam—sobs erupted from all corners of the cathedral.

Even Duchess Yuriella, who had desperately been holding back her tears, felt her lips tremble uncontrollably.

Unable to cry herself, Yuriella watched as Airy, the wind spirit who had hurried all the way from the East, burst into loud weeping.

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