"Abel," she called with her meek and soft voice, closing her hand into a loose fist. She then set her eyes back to the man in the coffin, still no emotion on her face. "Weddings needs food for the guests."
"I've been watching, Abel. From the start until now," he continued, laughing with his lips closed. "Do you think everything is purely out of coincidence? Your meeting, and how you were there before that night of the summit? Or should I say how those ropes that restrained her for years came off?"
"I think you already know the answer to that, Klaus." Yulis glanced over his shoulder. "There's only one person who can kill me and make me not want death."
"You went back over ten years, Klaus, but for me, it was only nine," he added under his breath, making Klaus knit his brows in confusion. "Before this regression… I was already dead — murdered." — The only reason Yulis knew that the regression was over ten years was after observing for months.
Meanwhile, as the people's voices continued to echo, eyes on the platform where the emperor and empress were standing, one person wearing a thick cloak with a hood over the head was walking away. The person was tossing and catching a black trinket that had dried blood on it, a silver ring with a distinct skull on it around his index glinting under the mild sun.
"And why would I do that?" he laughed in ridicule, only to see Beatrice smirk. When her lips moved, dawdling her words, his pupils dilated as he unknowingly held his breath.