After a brief exchange, the church fell silent again.
They didn't really have much to talk about, nor did they want to know where the other would go in the future, and perhaps they would never see each other again after leaving.
But none of that matters.
From the moment Maggie died, none of that mattered anymore.
Outside the church, Fickling sat on a stone bench by the corridor, staring blankly at the sky.
From that day on, aside from being busy with Maggie's affairs, he spent most of his time sitting here, staring blankly at the sky.
As a dragon, the sky is his home.
But from the day he arrived at the temple, his daily life became much more interesting.
The reason, of course, is because of Maggie.
All Ficklin knew was that his savior and former best friend had died, but he had no memory of his time with Maggie.
He wasn't stupid; during their many interactions, he vaguely guessed that it was Maggie's lie and excuse.
But he wasn't angry.
I didn't feel angry at all; I just thought Maggie was a very interesting person.
Besides, it's true that I saved him.
Dragons have very long lifespans, and he always thought he would have many more times to spend with Maggie and have more opportunities to learn more about this human girl, but...
He was gone for a short while, and then Maggie disappeared.
He also failed to keep his promise.
Ficklin thought.
He might not make promises to anyone so easily in the future, because he couldn't keep them; he hadn't protected her.
He had actually arrived quite some time ago, but he hadn't gone in yet.
He didn't want to see the coffin, a symbol of human death and farewell, because it meant Maggie was truly and completely gone and would never appear in his life again.
Perhaps one day someone will mention the saintess, but she will certainly not be the same person as Maggie in his memory.
That cunning, sharp-tongued girl, who lives recklessly but is actually kind at heart, Maggie.
Ficklin had felt more than once that Maggie had the opportunity to gain more from many of the decisions she made, but she always chose the option with the fewest casualties.
This is one of the reasons why Ficklin will stay by Maggie's side.
In the dragon's eyes, Maggie's soul shone brightly, radiating a beautiful light that was more dazzling than her physical form.
Dark clouds drifted across the sky, piling up in a sea of blackness. The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and faint footsteps could be heard from the distance down the corridor.
Ficklin looked in the direction of the sound and saw two identical brothers, their fiery red hair standing out against the gloomy sky.
"I see you here again."
Sper stopped and smiled at Ficklin. This place seemed to be Ficklin's usual haunt; he could always be seen spacing out here.
"Yes, I'm going back to Dragon Valley tomorrow."
Ficklin stood up and nodded to the two of them.
He felt a little regretful that he hadn't taken Maggie to Dragon Valley yet; the scenery there was beautiful, and it was where he had lived since childhood.
Although he caused trouble, the dragons were actually very kind to him. When he returned, he would only get a beating, and nothing else would happen to him.
Unfortunately, I was too scared at the time and thought I should wait.
But if he waited any longer, it would become a permanent regret. He still had a chance, but Maggie never had one again.
"My brother and I are leaving tomorrow too."
Sper glanced at Sper without thinking, and replied after a moment's hesitation.
"Okay, I'll see her off and then I'll leave."
When Spitbolt spoke, he felt as if his throat was blocked, and the three words "see her off" were so difficult to say.
Her graceful movements as she swam underwater, her angry expression after being offended, and so much more...
It's so vivid in my mind, as if it happened just a second ago, but a long time has passed.
Forty days have passed since she died; time marches on relentlessly, never stopping for anyone.
Only she was trapped in time, never to escape.
The only way to find her is by searching through memories.
Spitbolt couldn't quite define his feelings or emotions towards Maggie, but the most fundamental thing was that he had never imagined she would die.
In his eyes, Maggie had always been a master planner, and everything she did was perfect and predictable.
He assumed that, like every time before, Maggie would return unharmed.
Unfortunately, I can only assume that...
Fickling didn't respond, and the twins didn't go into the church. The sound of rain masked everyone's sadness; it was all blurry and unclear, and only those standing in the rain truly knew what was going on.
Actually, the rain has been falling ever since Maggie left.
It just kept drizzling down in my heart.
Time passed second by second, and the footsteps outside grew more numerous and closer. Even though they were standing on the most secluded path in the church, Gloria, who had rushed over, still managed to spot them.
She turned the corner and saw Ficklin and the twins standing together.
Gloria paused, thought for a moment, and then walked over to them.
"Her Highness the Holy Maiden's funeral is about to begin, aren't you going in?"
She spoke slowly, her gaze sweeping over the expressions of the three people, and she sighed silently in her heart.
After Her Highness the Saintess left, a strange atmosphere hung over the entire temple. Everyone was busy, but in reality, it was only in the first few days that they were busy cleaning up the mess left by the Duke's crimes. After that, there was much less to do.
Slave auctions, the highly stimulating potion of nectar, etc...
With these destabilizing factors gone, Santa Fe City has been unusually peaceful lately, with very few trivial matters being dealt with during patrols.
But whether it was the Paladin Commander or these people, they were all trying to find things to do and really wanted to keep themselves busy.
She herself is the same way.
It's as if being busy allows you to briefly escape the pain of Her Highness's departure and avoid recalling those heartbreaking scenes.
But today, she had a faint sense that the banquet was about to end.
"Thank you, please wait a moment longer..."
Sber stiffened, managing a weak smile to express his gratitude for Gloria's reminder, but he didn't move.
He was probably the only one among everyone here who had never been inside a cathedral and had never closely observed the arrangements for Maggie's funeral.
He was afraid; he was afraid to see.
Even though the time was almost up, he was still hesitant.
Spohr experienced cowardice for the first time in such a sorrowful moment, a possibility he himself had never imagined.
He was never a timid person, and even compared to his more outstanding older brother, he did not think he was timid.
But today, he conceded defeat.
Because his brother was more accepting of Maggie leaving forever than he was.
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