The blood of Kat had reddened the front of the Queen's tomb; the sound of winter black crows could be heard from outside. Noah was staring at the grave, but Nothing happened; he looked over at the King, who was standing right beside the corpse with his dagger in his hand.
"Your grace? How much should we wait? "Noah whispered in despair.
"She should have been alive by now!" He confessed, took a deep breath.
Noah frowned, thought to himself that Cordelia's recklessness has been just like her own father! With that thought, he suddenly laughed loudly without thinking, although he stopped laughing as the King glared at him.
"Maybe the gods didn't accept her as a sacrifice" King raised an eyebrow looked over at Noah.
"Ah," Noah puffed in fear, glanced at the corps from the corner of his eyes.
