The pyre warmed the stone sculpture in the magnificent room. There is no statue of a god, there is only a flower, a mountain, and there is a clear sky on the ceiling window-shaped dome.
Yet many empty wooden benches arranged neatly facing one direction of a tremendous wooden pulpit at the other side of the wall.
It had been three hours since they came to Moonlake, yet, Ji Sung was seated on the extended bench alone in the chapel of Moonlake.
His eyes focused on his finger on the front bench seat, waiting for the news. Many knights stare at him from a distance, many whispers, and many want to punch him right in the face, yet they distance themself.
"That bastard ruined everything."
"If only Lucius were here, he would be dead already."
"How could he do that to Rinoa?"
