Evil always comes from courage

Although no one came to invite me, I still came uninvited, selected a beautifully crafted and solemn dress inlaid with silver filigree from the wardrobe, and attended the funeral.

I could hear those voices clearly. Along the way, the nobles and rich people were whispering to each other. The crew members were all dressed up, just like the original dinner party.

This was a funeral without tears. The crew members held candlesticks in their hands. The white tears of candles seemed to replace the orange tears of those who grieved for their friends or relatives under the dancing firelight.

People's sorrows are not the same. When disaster or grief has never happened to them, the piercing sorrow cannot be empathized with.

I looked at the faces of the people on the deck who were hiding their hypocrisy with sorrow, but I heard their words reveal the truth.

The exquisite tableware was arranged neatly, and the corners of the white tablecloth were embroidered with complicated golden threads. I gently picked up a fork on the table. The shining silver light wiped by the waiter reflected the candlelight, and I felt a dazzling feeling in my heart. of white.

The musicians played their favorite tunes, but I couldn't hear a hint of sadness. Although it wasn't exactly joyful, it wasn't that heavy either.

My steps were slow and heavy, and I stood on the deck, looking at the people standing on the makeshift platform.

Mr. Fabian Fell, he was the one to preside over the funeral, which surprised me.

I remember that his belief was that of witches, which was also the most difficult belief to accept on the Victoria. I wondered if someone was trying to make things difficult, as if I hadn't received an invitation to the funeral.

He was reading the manuscript in his hand awkwardly, his voice was trembling, and I could clearly see his face that was red from being overly nervous. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, which were shiny and golden under the candlelight.

"This is a regrettable accident. Mr. Raphael’s death and many crew members died in the line of duty. They are all brave people who dedicated their short lives to us. They are the heroes who will always live in our hearts."

"After deliberation among the twelve representatives, we decided to collect and cremate their bodies fairly and equitably. Death is equal.

Let us believe that the souls of Mr. Raphael and many sailors have been integrated with this great Victoria"

"This great Victoria ship combines the world's beliefs, art and culture into one. We believe that she will carry the souls of heroes back to the embrace of mother land and protect us back home."

In this way, Mr. Raphael's body was forced to be cremated together with the bodies of the crew members. His words were very tactful and not so unacceptable. It must be that the person who arranged the content was very dedicated, and there were almost no flaws. It was perfect. It appeases everyone.

Burning with Mr. Raphael is undoubtedly the highest respect for the dead sailors. A representative and investor of the Victoria, what a high status, they actually got the opportunity to be buried with him. opportunity.

To my surprise, until the coffins of Raphael and the crew were delivered into the lobby surrounded by people, and then the nobles and rich people quickly retreated, no one thought about the lower class cabin. Walking in a circle.

I watched the dark brown wood-grained coffin being carried away by the crew. I think, probably according to what was mentioned before, their bodies were carried to the power room below and incinerated..