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The sun had fallen, and Freya was conducting the funeral with Arthur at her side. A river would develop from the tears that fell from her eyes onto the floor. This would be her final funeral service for her parents. She will have to accept that they are doing well in the hereafter and go on with her life from this point on.

A voice rang in her ear as she sat on the floor. "Flarry's intentions!” she said, looking horrified. “What is his intention that I don't know? "Wouldn't it be better if I knew what his genuine goals were?" she wondered, her gaze fixed on the blazing light.

"Then you must pay him a discreet visit; only then will you learn the truth. I will have to watch the best moment to accomplish it and then notify you." Her wolf suggested, and she nodded. She turned to find Arthur looking back at her, but none of them said anything to each other. Finally, they are living as strangers under the same roof.

After seeing the candle melt together, Arthur departed, leaving her alone.