The Reincarnated Villainous Young Master's Guide to Happiness

Chapter 53: His Requiem

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Tybalt found himself standing in the back of a banquet hall in the Odum Manor with Royce and Finny two days after hearing news of Naza regaining consciousness.

The three of them bowed their heads, pretending to pray as Saintess Auria finished playing the final notes to a traditional requiem on the lyre.

This particular requiem was mainly played for those belonging to the nobility who died unfortunate deaths. A way to say "We are all gathered here today because somebody couldn't bother to stay alive." A beautiful song, really.

No one in the room said a word when they saw Saintess Auria.

Those in the know knew her identity, and those not in the know preferred not to be in the know, minding their own businesses like the smart cookies that they were.

Although, there were a couple of times when someone couldn't hide their reaction to seeing her.

Tybalt had watched Earl Peregrine give a double take at the sight of the Saintess when the man first stepped into the banquet hall. His wife, Countess Peregrine, tutted at him for his less-than-subtle reaction and dragged him away.

Nazareth's demise remained a secret among the inner circle of the Imperial Faction.

The Duke and Duchess had planned to release the news in next week's papers if worst came to worst, but for now, only those that the Odum Family knew intimately were notified of what happened.

This led to the few prominent families of the Imperial Faction being invited to the wake—a form of pre-rehearsal for the official funeral if, again, worst came to worst.

Alongside the Peregrines, the guest list included the Arcadias, the Deerborns, the Rickmans, the Meyers, the Dagons, the Benedicks, and the Edinburghs.

Finny and Royce had come in place of their families as representatives of the Dagons and Benedicks.

A few other families, the Edinburghs and the Rickmans, also sent one of their members to represent them.

Iliana "Ana" Edinburgh and Marinick "Mary" Rickman have spent most of their time consoling Naza's sister, who was expressionless since the start of the wake.

As for Tybalt, he had no idea why he was here. In a room full of Imperial Faction families, he, a Phelan—a family from the Aristocratic Faction—stuck out like a sore thumb.

But then again, he was also known as Nazareth's confidant, so perhaps that was the reason he was given an invitation.

Saintess Auria placed her hands above Nazareth's head, her palms faintly glowing with what was clearly holy power, and uttered a final blessing.

"Elunari, solara, dimenath."

"Elunari, solara, dimenath."

The attending guests murmured back, as was tradition, their tones a mixture of confusion, suspicion, boredom, and annoyance.

Tybalt felt his eyes water slightly.

It was all the incense in the room.

Makes one's eyes watery with tears.

Wiping his eyes, his attention turned to the casket on the platform.

Naza's body was lying inside—still, pale, and lifeless.