ACASHA (A Symbol of Eternity and Resurrection)

Chapter 65's

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The state of the palace was really very chaotic. This morning, they got a news that shook the SEATHLAND kingdom at once.

King Philip Zaiden, whom they loved very much, had just breathed his last, after battling for a week against the poison he had obtained during the incident.

Unmitigated, after the loss of their beloved King, a new news again shook the kingdom of SEATHLAND with the presence of a horse carriage carrying the body of a woman they loved and idolized.

The woman who was supposed to ascend the throne with her husband became a queen after her struggle, had to end up following in the footsteps of her father-in-law to nirvana.

In fact, just now the number one woman in SEATHLAND gave birth to two very handsome princes. However, because of the kidnapping and massacre that occurred after the birth process, make all the happiness that enveloped SEATHLAND disappear, turned into grief.

Thousands of men wept for the departure of the dragon and the moon SEATHLAND at the gate of the palace. Thousands of wreaths and letters of condolence thronged the vast grassy ground that was next to the palace gates.

A heart-wrenching cry of grief, and the overcast sky accompanied the funeral of those important people. Duke Herli's face looked pale like a corpse. The radiance on his face had dimmed, going following his daughter's steps towards nirvana.

His soul really felt shaken. No, this is not the end he wants. Shouldn't his daughter have lived a long life? Isn't her daughter Castela a symbol of immortality?

Today, it really made it feel like de Javu. This feeling, he did not feel when his eldest daughter died. His two daughters had left, followed by his wife to nirvana. Are they happy?

'Are you happy that you're going to meet your mama soon, Castela?'

Marchel roared next to his sister's coffin. He felt failed, for the umpteenth time he felt failed. The three women he loved so much in his life, the three had to go one by one from his life.

"El!! Come back!! Don't leave brother!! You can hate your sister! You can prank your sister as you normally would, you can scold your sister, but please don't leave your sister, "Racau marchel with endless tears from now on.

Behind Castela's coffin are two more. Ema's coffin, and Brian's coffin. They both died in the task of protecting the crown princess.

Abigail was silent as a rock. His condition was so terrible with bandages on his body. He felt so useless that he had failed to protect his master.

Yesterday, Abigail was about to commit suicide, because the one who became her Master, where she tied the blood oath was gone. As a servant, he must follow wherever his master goes, including to the realm of death.

But a hand stopped him. Pulling the dagger from his hand, and throwing it in any direction.

"Even though El has left, that doesn't mean he won't return." The voice was flat without expression.

Abigail looked at the man, she knew, even knowing how deeply the man felt for his master. He himself even knew if the man's feelings had not been clapping one hand. He knew how upset the heart of the man in front of him was right now. But the man was strong, so that no one could attack his weak point.

"I feel like I failed, sir. I feel useless for failing to protect miss." Abigail said in a raucous voice.

"You, did not fail kstaria. You're great, you don't even hesitate to sacrifice your life to protect Castela. I, appreciate your death."

"But, but, I failed the Marquis sir. If only I were stronger, maybe I could stop the carriage, maybe I could stop the horse that was suddenly crazed. Maybe, maybe I can save your life. If only I, I'd be stronger." Abigail was stammered with tears that had drenched her cheeks.

"Don't blame yourself kstaria. Your master won't like it. El, would be angry if he saw his great kstaria suddenly lose his confidence, and blame himself for what had happened. Come back, take good care of the princes. El is a woman who was born into the world with a mission. He is an ACASHA. Although he had already left, all of this had not ended the knights. I have a hunch, a bad hunch. Get ready, for that day." Marquis Steven patted Abigail on the shoulder and then put his foot away

"Then what are you going to do now, sir? Has your love not gone?" Abigail asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"I'm going to go somewhere that holds a lot of memories. Spending my time there waiting, waiting for that time to come." He then turned back and left Abigail still crying over Castela's departure.

After Marquis Steven left the place, Abigail decided to see her master's funeral. Castela was buried in the royal cemetery. The funeral took place solemnly accompanied by the cries of the Nobles, as well as the people who knew the King and Castela.

While Ema and Brian, both are considered the protective knights of Castela. They were awarded a knighthood and buried in a royal tomb of a special knight. And each of them is compensated in the form of money and a piece of land to the family left behind.

Everything went well, until someone made them all who were coming to deliver the departure of their hero figure silent on the spot.

A beautiful girl in a shabby dress and her pale face stood among the crowd, and walked in slow steps toward the Royal Members who were still around the tomb.

Duke Herli stared in disbelief, while Marchel was already sitting on the ground. While the nobles and the people were watching, shutting their mouths in disbelief.

"*B-wasn't that lady Camelia? isn't lady Camelia dead?"

"Oh god, what really happened? why is Lady Camelia here? isn't lady Camelia dead? even I saw the coffin put in the ground."

"look! that's lady Camelia! she's Lady Castela's dead sister isn't she?"

"What was his death in manipulation? look at the dead Lady Camelia, how could she be here in such a miserable state*."

Lady Camelia, walking near Castela's tomb, then sat on the ground with a very pale and pitiful face.

He looked at Duke Herli who was unmoved in his place, who was also staring at him. Prince Morgan, who was about to replace his father, looked at Duke Herli and Lady Camelia in turn.

"What's really going on? whoareyou? why are you so much like the long-dead lady Camelia?" prince Morgan asked with a confused look.

Lady Camelia looked at Prince Morgan with a gaze that hinted longingly.

"I am still alive, prince. I am Camelia Ardeland, the first daughter of Duke Herli, the sister of Marchel Ardeland and the older sister of Castela Ardeland. I'm here, coming, to demand justice. Begging the glorious dragon SEATHLAND, give me justice" Camelia said, prostrating herself on the damp ground.

"Whatchu mean? what justice do you mean?" morgan asked in his cold voice as he felt something bad.

Camelia lifted her head, then stared fixedly at Duke Herli's illegible bead of eyes.

"I AM CAMELIA ARDELAND, ASKING FOR JUSTICE FOR THE PERPETRATORS WHO HAVE POISONED ME UNTIL I ALMOST DIED."

Camelia stared fixedly at Morgan, "THE MAN WHO HAS GIVEN ME DEADLY POISON, WHO HAS NO ANTIDOTE AT ALL, HE IS," Camelia pointed to the still-wet mound of earth next to her. "MY SISTER, AND MY OWN FATHER "

DEGGS

All were troubled by a confession they had just heard from the mouth of a woman they had believed had died a few months ago.

"Give me justice, as proof, if you deserve to be a King" he said