Chapter 726 The Funeral


    Sylvia''s POV:


    When we returned to our living quarters, I didn''t get a wink of sleep. Rufus however, soon drifted


    into dreand. His face was lined with exhaustion. Too many incidents had taken ce in the past


    few days, and he probably hadn''t got a chance to rest properly.


    I kissed his forehead lovingly and muttered his name, but he didn''t stir.


    He changed his position, but continued sleeping.


    It looked like he was in a deep sleep.


    I carefully unwrapped his arm from around my waist and quietly got out of bed to sit in the living


    room.


    Dawn had already arrived. In three or four hours, Leonard would be buried.


    I touched the pendant on my neck, while Noreen''s words kept running on a loop in my mind.


    I was doomed to be ominous. All my loved ones were destined to leave me. I was the reason for


    Rufus'' curse on his back, and it was incurable.


    As I considered this, I couldn''t draw in a full breath. I slumped back heavily into the sofa, a sense of


    powerlessness overwhelming me.


    What should I do? Who could help me?


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    I buried my face in my hands and shut my eyes. Tears streamed down my face again. My father had


    passed away. I couldn''t ept that Rufus would also die one day because of me. If one of us had to


    die, I would happily sacrifice myself for him.


    "Sylvia, don''t listen to Noreen''s nonsense. There must be another way out of this. You are still


    pregnant. You need to be more positive. I think Noreen has done all these things just to break you


    down, so she could finally control you. Rufus '' curse doesn''t seem incurable," Yanaforted me.


    I didn''t say anything. I just stared at the two-inch long ck card in my hand, which was engraved


    with golden runes. Noreen had thrust it into my hand before she left. She had also told me that if I


    ever needed her help, I could summon her by crumbling this card.


    I pondered over this for a while before putting the card away. Seeing that it was almost time for us to


    leave, I returned to the bed and waited for Rufus to wake up and go to the funeral with me. Day was


    breaking and the sky had lightened already. Rufus and I both changed into ck outfits and got


    ready to go to the memorial service.


    "Wait!"


    Rufus grasped my hand, gently adjusted the ck veil on my head, and said, "Remember to always


    stay by my side during the service."


    "Okay." I pasted a smile on my face.


    The mourning hall was only a short distance from our living quarters. Numerous ministers and


    aristocrats had gathered. Everyone was dressed in ck, and their faces were solemn and grim.


    Leonard''s death was undoubtedly one of the greatest losses of the werewolf empire. The death of


    the God of War meant that an era hade to an end.


    Perhaps everyone''s sadness was not limited to the death itself, but to something we had lost by


    extension.


    There was always a limit to what one could remember. Leonard''s memory would fade away one


    day.


    I couldn''t help the sorrow that filled me when I thought about how one day his name would only be a


    symbol, a specimen of a strong man, and a good example in a textbook.


    I didn''t really believe in souls and spirits. But as I stood in front of the mourning hall and listened to


    the priest praying for Leonard and reading the scripture with others, I realized that it was probably


    something really exist. It could be very heavy, and far beyond the essence of life.


    Grief was visible on everyone''s faces. A solemn silence reigned over the hall, only broken by the


    priest''s sermon.


    Leonard''s death had been so sudden. Ethan was in immense pain and couldn''t make it here in


    person, so he had written the eulogy himself.


    As the priest read out this eulogy after the sermon, a wail echoed through the crowd. It had


    originated from Warren.