"Marvel, are we sure we're going to your father's funeral? I'm afraid something unpleasant will happen." I said quietly to Marvel, we have indeed boarded the private jet and will be leaving soon. Arsinoe's mother also came, but she didn't say anything since earlier, she just stared at the palm of her hand.
I don't know what's in that palm, I think he's really holding his sadness. No tears came out, but the feeling of tightness and loss he felt was deep. If I were Arsinoe's mother, I wouldn't be okay with losing the person I care about the most. moreover I have to be in one room and one place by the killer. I am a murderer, And I shamelessly remain near Mrs. Arsinoe.
"It's okay, on the day of our nation's funeral. Revenge must be released and hearts must be calm. I'm sure nothing will happen to you." Said Marvel calmed me.
