The funeral for Duke Damian is going on smoothly. The man called Araysh Damian had taken control of everything for this occasion. The guests were only limited to those who were invited and anyone who forces their way in was immediately thrown out of the dukedom and is forever banned from entering the territory of Damian's.

Araysh as the new heir of Damian Household took control of the whole progression of the funeral. He rode a horse and led the last parade of Damian Adrienne. His short ash-dyed hair flutters as he welcomes the wind blowing towards him.

His silver eyes remain dull and look around the humans watching the parade with irony within his gaze but despite that, his face continues to be deadpan unmoved by the current event. Except for his skin which now matches the skin colors of mortals even his pointed ears had shrunk with the use of magic.

He, as a dark elf, is an enemy of humans. He is from the fallen race who allied themselves with the demonic race. But after killing Eirwen Night, Araysh life had become quite troublesome. Not only his lord had given him numerous tasks which almost overwork him to death, but he could also even feel his deadly gaze on him. If not for the fact that the order to kill came from himself, that Araysh would no longer be standing there alive.

Araysh's thoughts: 'You're the one who gave the order to kill him, why do I have to suffer when I only did what you ask me to do!? Aahh!!! My Lord, please don't pass the blame on to me!!!'

Behind the silent and cool temperament of Damian Araysh is chaotic thoughts which no one would accept. This is also the reason why he, a dark elf, had to play a human duke role so his lord could freely move on from his current position and live a truly new life. One with more freedom and time which would allow him to look for the missing piece of life which he had lost once.

Araysh as the true servant of God Adrienne, he knew that Duke Damian is nothing but a puppet vessel his lord would sometimes possess whenever he wanted to see the mortal realm but it will never be his real body.

This is why the God of Darkness had given the demonic race a prophecy of his descent. But to do such a thing, his believers must fulfill the requirements for the sacrificial ritual. This is why every avatar under the control of the Dark God all died. Their vessels would be used as an offering for his descent.

Damian Araysh continues the progression of the fake funeral. Everyone was mourning as the funeral progressed. All of a sudden they've witnessed an expected snow falling from above their heads once again. This time what surprised everyone is the snow itself.

The snowflakes converge and merge until it reveals the heavenly beautiful person. With half of his long silver hair bun up and clipped with a pair of purple hyacinth.

His features aren't something Araysh had never seen before but now the mortal facade this man wore on him before had completely disappeared.

With ice elements hovering around him like faithful servants and that frosty glint within those golden orbs with his whole being emitting a cold temperament, the young man before them at this moment could be called the winter itself.

His white robe-like dress dances with the blowing breeze of snow. An apathetic gaze landed on Araysh making the latter flinch instinctively when those aureate eyes fell on him.

Araysh chaotic thoughts: 'Fuck! Shit! HE'S BACK! Lord save me! It was you who told me to kill him! Damn, he's so scary! Ming'er save me~'

At this moment not only Araysh had recognized the newly arrived man, Angela Evans started crying upon seeing this person. On the other hand, the crown prince beside him had a different reaction. He looked enchanted as if seeing a goddess descend in front of him.

Angela Evans whose face is messy with tears, "J-Jiejie? Is it really Jiejie?" she murmured between her weeps.

The crown prince uttered in amazement, 'She's so gorgeous~'

Meanwhile, at the front of the parade, Eirwen Night started walking towards the coffin which held Damian Adrienne's body. Meanwhile, Araysh is riding on the back of his horse but at this moment stiffens when Eirwen walks past him.

Eirwen Night in a white robe left ice prints on the ground at every footstep. His goal is the coffin at the center of the entourage. Upon reaching the coffin he gently lifted the lid and saw the pale figure of Duke Damian Adrienne inside. He was wearing his usual noble clothing though this time it was more solemn and formal. With his eyes closed to the world, the duke rests without any heartbeats.

The moment Eirwen Night made contact with the corpse, his cold hands, and the cold corpse clashed. He almost turns the dead body of the duke into an ice popsicle. Thankfully, he was able to stop on time.

Eirwen plucked the two flowers placed on his hair. It was a pair of purple hyacinth that was left by the duke. Two pieces mean two years, as the duke only visited his fake tomb once a year. He placed the two purple hyacinths in the grip of Duke Damian's hands.

[A/n: Purple Hyacinth - had a flower language saying "I am sorry.". It is also a flower that signifies forgiveness. Adrienne putting this flower on Eirwen Night's grave means that he is asking for forgiveness. Returning it back means you're forgiven.]

Eirwen Night spoke, "I've accepted the flowers and am willing to forgive you two but... you still have to catch me. To do that you guys have to come down first. I'm back~" he whispered the following words to the corpse of Duke Damian. No one else could hear his words except for the twins who he is talking to.

The purple hyacinths were Damian Adrienne's way of asking to be forgiven. After all, Eirwen Night's death is the fault of his and his twin brother. They were the ones who caused him to die. Moreover, they've parted in such a way. Not only have they failed to revive him even within the temple of light, but his death was also planned by them from the beginning. Worse of all, Eirwen Night already knew this plan of elimination and didn't escape from it. He gave them what they wanted. Only to regret it badly afterward.

At the divine realm's temple, Light God Lucien and Dark God Adrienne were both startled by seeing the man they've been missing for two whole years. They could closely watch Eirwen Night's figure in the mirror reflection within their place. Their astonishment is real. They've never expected that Eirwen Night would be resurrected by the Ice spirit king, Neige. That's what they've thought. The twin gods never knew that not even Neige could revive Eirwen Night but only the latter himself could revive on his own.

Lucien and Adrienne both exclaimed upon seeing Eirwen Night alive.

"EIRA!?"

Dark God Adrienne, "He is alive. He really is... alive!" 

Light God Lucien, "He's back. My honey is back!"

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Back to the mortal plane.

Seeing Eirwen Night back to life, those who saw shed tears, those who cared had all wanted to meet him and those who hated him could only shout a curse at the heavens. The progression of the funeral continued and Eirwen Night no longer hindered the parade.

Once the funeral of Duke Damian was over, Eirwen Night had come over to the castle to meet the King and the rest of the people who he knew. 

At the castle.

King Argus and Archmage Alexis had heard about Eirwen Night's return. They've all gathered inside the room unconsciously waiting for the latter to come to see them. The king was a bit restless while the archmage was a bit excited. Angela Evans was trying her best to calm down while the crown prince seated beside him looked relaxed but everyone with eyes could his anticipation as his eyes continued to wander at the door of the room. 

Meanwhile, Bela Laurel and the third prince, Elliot Hart, were silent. They could believe that Eirwen Night had really come back from the dead and had now returned to the kingdom. If he really is alive then their plans need adjustments. Bela Laurel is the most depressed of them all. Not only was she sad that the man he admires is dead, but her most hated enemy had also returned as well. It wouldn't be surprising for her to throw some tantrums right now if she is alone. But unfortunately, she could only wait for Eirwen Night's arrival like the rest of them.

King Argus asked, "Princess Angie~ is it true? Did you really see Lord Night!?"

"Yes! It was really him! I saw him with my own eyes. Moreover, he was also the one who told me that he would be dropping by the castle to meet with everyone. Your Majesty, Jiejie has really come back to life!" answered Angela Evans with excitement and happiness filling her eyes.

Archmage Alexis startled laughing, he is extremely joyous that Eirwen Night had returned back to life.

"Good. This is great! But he must be coming here to say his farewell..." said Archmage Alexis.

Angela and the rest were startled by the archmage's words.

"EH?! But why?!"

"The ones who revive him are the Ice Spirits. These guys were normally detached from everyone else. They wouldn't ally themselves to others and would only appear occasionally towards the people they like. Now the Ice Spirits consider Lord Night as their own, they wouldn't allow him to be involved in the matter of our kingdom." explained Alexis Castel. As the man of wisdom, his words would always have a meaning.

King Argus instantly understood what his friend was trying to say. He was telling him indirectly that asking Eirwen Night to stay at their kingdom is no longer possible. Now that the only person Eirwen Night is interested in, which is Duke Damian, had already died, there is only Angela Evans who had a sibling's relationship with him.

But this sibling relationship had no blood connection, it would be weird for Eirwen Night to live with Angela Evans as they weren't really family by bloodline. Meeting occasionally would suffice but beyond that is unreasonable. Moreover with the ice spirits fully protecting him forcing him to yield will only lead to more tragedy.

The king and the rest of the royal faction decided to just have a friendly relationship with Eirwen Night. They wouldn't be hindering him if he wanted to leave the kingdom but they wanted to have his promise. A promise that he would help the kingdom during times of great crisis.

While the others had calmed down after thinking about what path they should take in interacting with Eirwen Night when he came. Bela Laurel's thoughts were in chaos. She had extreme hate and envy towards Eirwen Night. Lady Laurel had hated him for his personality, talent, and wittiness. She couldn't even destroy him with all her schemes and most of her plans had gone down the drain every time he got involved. She envied him because, until the end of Duke Damian's life, Eirwen Night is still involved with it.

Everyone in the castle knew what kind of man Duke Damian was. He is a cold-hearted man who would not care for anything unless the kingdom is involved but things about this man had changed ever since the summoning. His interactions with Eirwen Night before had made him completely attracted to the beautiful young lad. So when Eirwen Night had died in front of his eyes, this man called Damian Adrienne had even taken his life upon losing him.

Such a depressing thought. Everyone thinks that the duke had taken his life because of guilt for not being able to protect Eirwen Night that day. But Bela Laurel saw otherwise, after that day when Eirwen Night had died she had met the duke once. At that time she had dissed the dead man for being useless until the end. Duke Damian almost killed her on the spot when he heard her words. She saw real anger within his eyes and had even seen a touch of extreme sadness.

Only then she understood. 'Ah~ this person has fallen in love with the man that is already dead.'