Chapter 260
“…I asked you. What are you doing.”
“…It’s just… part of the fu, neral rites….”
Placing money in the hands of the dead was a common funeral tradition.
People believed that after death, souls crossed the river of forgetfulness, and they would place a coin in the hands of the deceased to cover their passage. Administering such funeral rites, including this, was the work of a priest. Yet Raymond found it revolting that Dullan was the one performing this act.
It wasn’t just the discomfort of another man touching his lover’s body. It was something deeper—an overwhelming sense of hatred and disgust built up over many long years crawling beneath Raymond’s skin.
“What exactly did you just do?”
“…N-Nothing… It’s just… part of the f-funeral rites….”
“Funeral rites? And who are you to—”
Carynne had only just passed away.
And this wasn’t the first time. She had died over a hundred times. If she had died once and would rise again, it might have felt like a blessing. Perhaps he could even celebrate the chance to meet her once more.
But Carynne had died too often, far too many times. A hundred resurrections without ever finding closure—this was no blessing, but a curse.