He let his eldest son, Hibbert, be in charge of his younger daughter, and he walked ahead with his wife on his arm, turning around from time to time to look at the most dazzling gem in Backlund.

Not long after their family arrived at their destination, the Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of the Evernight, Saint Anthony Stevenson, walked up to the high platform wearing a robe with a black background and red stripes.

He looked around, raised his right hand, and tapped clockwise four times on his chest: "Praise the goddess!"

When the believers below responded, the holy man said in a low voice that everyone could hear: "Today is the celebration of the night, but the goddess responded with mercy.

"He has compassion for every mother who has lost a child, for every lonely child, for every human being in great pain.

"He said that all this will end, and all this suffering will return to silence and sleep."

As Anthony Stevenson's words echoed in the Memorial Day Square and spread to other places, the people of Loen who participated in this rest mass were moved, sad, warm, and depressed.

In different squares, different choirs recited psalms, and the ethereal and holy voice seemed to ring in the depths of everyone's heart: "The crimson full moon rises, reflecting the earth,

"All sank into sweet dreams, dreaming of themselves,

"Dreaming of parents, wife (husband) and children, this is forever..." (Note 1)

Unknowingly, everyone felt that their spirit had been baptized, and their spirituality was naturally expressed.

They seemed to have really entered a dream, wandering in a peaceful darkness.

Sleeping here are their children, their parents, their wives, their husbands, and their friends. These dead people no longer have suffering, no pain, and their expressions are peaceful and soft.

"We'll look up at the night sky,

"Say his name tenderly: "'Evernight Goddess! '

"...if He hears, He will surely answer,

"Will reveal a pure smile to the dead: "'Come, rest, sleep, my children! "(Note 2)

Those people who wandered in the dreamland showed strong sadness again, as if they understood that they really had to say goodbye.

They recalled all the beautiful moments in the past, recalled the scene of a family enjoying delicious food and laughing at the dining table, recalled the person who looked at them tenderly, recalled seeing them hurt, hearing their passing away The pain that seemed to tear the soul at the time, recalled the clouds and partings that this war brought.

They slept peacefully in this peaceful country, and no longer had troubles, but those who could survive had to be tortured day and night, haggard and withered.

One tear fell, another tear fell, and the people at the remnant mass in the Memorial Day Square could no longer suppress their inner emotions, and silently and unreservedly vented the accumulated pain.

Great sadness permeates, intertwined in the chanting of the choir, as if it has a substantial shape.

"Cross your hands,

"on your chest,

"Say the wordless prayer,

"And cry out with your heart: "The only destination is peace!" "(Note 3)

The people who closed their eyes and wept silently subconsciously followed the content of the poem and made similar actions. Then, they infected each other and shouted in their hearts: "The only destination is stability!"

Sadness reached the extreme, and the hearts of more than 10,000 people in the Memorial Day Square resonated strongly.

At this moment, Audrey opened her eyes, bent her back, and took out a bottle of potion from the small leather bag carried by the golden retriever Susie.

Countless pieces of light floated in the potion, just like the manifestation of the collective subconscious sea. JrNovels.com