In the midst of the snowfield, they swayed neatly with the wind, their luminescence converging like a sea of stars.
During this process, Marjorie's pale complexion gradually became rosy, and the conspicuous bloodstains on her body also began to disappear.
If one did not look at the severed parts of her body, she now looked as if she were peacefully asleep.
"This is a funeral rite originating from the Elf Clan," Lillian said. "In the Rudolph Family, we call it the Star Burial."
"Indeed, it is like a dreamy starry sky," Colin murmured, his azure eyes reflecting the magnificent "sea of stars" before him.
"Next, my grandfather will recite the eulogy," Lillian said, then stood side by side with him, quietly observing the ceremony.
Atbolde's eulogy was not long, of course, nor could it be considered short.
It was while listening to the eulogy that Colin finally understood why Marjorie had never chosen to leave Atbolde.
