"Ouch!"
"Mr. Book, you're here. Where's big brother? Is he still resting? You need to wake him up quickly, it seems like the funeral is about to start over there..."
Fisher rubbed his forehead and turned his head towards the outside of the wooden house. The sky was just barely lightening, but the scheduled time for the funeral was fast approaching. He quickly stood up and said to Emhardt,
"Tell her, we're leaving right now."
"Ah, what a hassle..."
Emhardt conveyed Fisher's words, and Alicia nodded, then began to bustle around the room, such as going to the wardrobe to find a change of clothes. Her movements were swift, indicating she wasn't someone who needed taking care of daily. After confirming everything was in order, Fisher left the room, allowing Alicia some privacy.
In the distance, even before the sky had fully brightened, Chittel City's noise had already begun, clearly from the people who had arrived last night and were now flocking to the funeral venue.
