Three days later.
Inside the church, over a hundred mourners dressed in black sat quietly.
At the very center, on top, lay a coffin, filled with white flowers. The person lying inside had their eyes tightly shut, never to open again.
Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that this deceased man bore a resemblance to Elizabeth in his brows, eyes, and nose.
In the first row below, the man with a solemn expression looked even more similar to the man in the coffin.
This was no surprise, as they were brothers.
The one lying in the coffin was George, and the one sitting there was Charles.
"On this day, we lost a great man, a noble man... henceforth, the crown of righteousness awaits him, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will give me on that day, and not only to me but also to all those who have longed for his appearing..."
The priest stood by the coffin, holding a Bible in his hands, reciting a eulogy.
Charles felt extremely delighted, but he couldn't show it.
