"How?" Jessica asked, looking at the man lying lifeless on the well-decorated table. The man was dressed in his royal robe, and he lay on his back. Both hands were carefully placed on his sword, which was lying on his body. As a king, only his heir could take this sword, which was only when he was about to be buried. The heir in question prepares a gift in exchange for the sword. The people of Dumbi believed that those who died in one world went to another. So this gift must be something unique with the blessing of having a good life in the next world. The king looked elegant and bold as always, his eyes were closed, and it looked as though he was sleeping, but Jessica knew those eyes would never open again.