The results were not due until long, long after the funeral, but when they were finally returned to her, and she discovered what was in them, she too somehow died.
- Ivy," her friend asked, "would you have preferred the results to be different?
Ivy struggled to answer.
- I don't know. I don't know anymore.
- Your father died, murdered on the night of your last banquet Ivy, and then midnight came and went, and then nothing even the Zeogian power could have brought him back.
- I know that now.
- And if that person hadn't done what he did, put an end to the macabre spell that seemed to keep your father alive the next day, if he hadn't somehow killed your father a second time, then the spell would have been answered and...he would have done unbearable things.
- I see.
She shuddered and shook her head slightly.
