After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

From that day on, for some reason, the funeral house and Claudia gradually became familiar with each other.

In many unintentional moments, Claudia could always catch a glimpse of the familiar silver-haired Grim Reaper following closely behind each figure.

However, faced with such a scene, she remained silent, just staring quietly, watching those people she once knew slowly walk towards the end of their lives.

This made the funeral home curious about Claudia.

You know, most people find it difficult to bear the grief and sorrow when someone close to them passes away, let alone be as calm as Claudia.

Claudia was unusually open-minded about this.

"Since I am powerless to change the predetermined trajectory of my fate, why should I worry about it?" she responded lightly.

Because of this, when her parents finally left her, Claudia first accompanied them through their final journey of life wholeheartedly, and then accepted this cruel reality with an extraordinary calm attitude.

In the eyes of the funeral home, Claudia is undoubtedly an interesting character.

Her tenacious and unique soul attracted him to treasure it.

"I... should go, right?" Claudia's pale face showed a hint of confusion and uncertainty, but her eyes were as bright as when they first met.

She looked at the Grim Reaper in front of her and asked curiously.

The undertaker standing opposite her still maintained his unchanging smiling face, making it difficult to guess his true thoughts.

The undertaker narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Claudia with interest. "Oh? How did Claudia find out?" He suddenly became very curious about this question.

The funeral home did have another purpose for coming today - that was to take away Claudia's soul.

Because her soul was the last one he wanted to collect. After completing this mission, he could end this long and somewhat boring job and choose to enjoy his retirement life.

But he didn't expect that before he could take any action, Claudia had already realized her impending fate.

Hearing the question from the funeral home, Claudia tilted her head slightly, a slightly bitter smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

She blinked her eyes, as innocent as a child. "Maybe... it's just a feeling? Ever since I gave birth to Vincent, my health has been getting worse."

Her body seemed to be drained of its vitality by an invisible force.

The feeling of life draining away from the body bit by bit is really uncomfortable.

Claudia couldn't help but sigh softly and looked at Vincent with some reluctance.

Without fear or resistance, she accepted the result calmly.

But I feel a little reluctant.

Vincent who couldn't bear to leave her.

Seeing Claudia's reaction, the undertaker was stunned at first, then suddenly burst into laughter without restraint: "Hahahaha! Claudia, you are such a funny person!"

He made no secret of his fondness for Claudia's unique personality.

"Then, thank you for your help, Funeral Home." Claudia said softly, her voice trembling slightly, but still firm and calm.

She gazed lovingly at the infant Vincent for the last time.

The little baby was sleeping quietly, as if unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

Claudia slowly leaned over, as gently as the breeze blowing through flower petals, and gently left a kiss on Vincent's forehead.

This kiss is filled with a mother's endless love and concern for her child, and also carries all her unfulfilled expectations and blessings.

She stood up and her eyes fell on Vincent again, her eyes full of reluctance.

This reluctance was soon replaced by trust. She believed that her husband would definitely teach their children with care.

“If possible, please keep an eye on Vincent for me.” Claudia smiled slightly, her smile as warm and gentle as the spring sun.

Despite facing the separation of life and death, there was no fear in her eyes, only the same calmness and tranquility as always.

The undertaker nodded silently, rarely putting away his usual signature smile.

He was silent for a moment, and finally, he slowly raised his hands, and a mysterious and powerful force began to surge around him.

As the undertaker moved, a huge sickle emitting the breath of death appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The blade of the sickle flashed with cold light, as if it could easily cut the throat of all things in the world.

But at this moment, its movements seemed unusually gentle.

Claudia took a deep breath, then gently closed her eyes, quietly waiting for the moment when her life would end.

The undertaker swung the sickle in his hand slightly, and a soft light instantly bloomed. This light quickly wrapped Claudia's soul tightly, forming a thin film of light.

Immediately afterwards, a series of ancient revolving lanterns suddenly lit up, emitting a dim light.

Countless yellowed films continuously gushed out of Claudia's body, like a colorful dream.

These films danced and swirled in the air, recording every bit of Claudia's life: laughter, tears, the joy of success, and the pain of failure...

Eventually, all the films gradually calmed down and returned to Claudia's body.

At this moment, Claudia's soul slowly rose up and turned into a dazzling light.

The light flew straight towards the scythe in the undertaker's hand, and merged with it the moment it touched the scythe.

The funeral home stood quietly in its place, like a silent sculpture, its deep and dark eyes silently staring at everything happening before its eyes.

For some reason, at this moment, an indescribable and inexplicably complex emotion quietly surged in his heart.

In his long life, he had bid farewell to countless souls, but Claudia's soul was so different.

It was a purity and tenacity rarely seen in his life, like a bright pearl shining in the darkness, emitting a light that could not be ignored.

The funeral home could no longer remember how many souls it had sent away. Those faces, some sad, some frightened, and some relieved, kept flooding through his mind like a tide.

He should have gotten used to it...but...

But Claudia's departure made him feel a different kind of discomfort for the first time in his life.

The feeling was like being gently pricked in the heart. Although not severe, it was enough to cause ripples.

He knew that with Claudia's pure and flawless soul, she would surely be able to embark on another beautiful and brilliant journey in life.

But even so, when faced with her gradually stopping breathing and heartbeat, the funeral home couldn't help but feel melancholy.

Perhaps the next time we meet, that once familiar figure will no longer be Claudia herself?

After all, time passes, and everything in the world is in constant change.

The undertaker couldn't help but shake his head slightly, a bitter smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Over the years, he has deliberately kept his distance from humans and rarely had much interaction with them.

It’s just because human life is too short and fleeting compared to his, just like a fleeting meteor in the night sky.

The saying "don't form bonds" probably reflects this principle - if you easily establish emotional ties with others, you will only end up with more sadness in the end...

With a slight sigh, the undertaker slowly turned around and prepared to leave with slightly heavy steps.

At this moment, a faint and intermittent sobbing sound suddenly rang out in the originally quiet room.

The sound was as thin as a mosquito, as if it was deliberately suppressed, but it still attracted the attention of the funeral home.

He turned his head in confusion, and his sight was instantly attracted - Vincent had opened his big eyes as crystal clear as amber without him knowing when.

The little one lay quietly in the cradle, tears streaming down his cheeks like a broken dam, quickly blurring his cute little pink face.

Despite his young age, the child seems extremely sensible.

He seemed to be able to sense his mother's departure. Even though he wanted to cry, he didn't dare to cry out loud. He just sobbed softly, for fear of disturbing the people around him.

It's just a few months old...

Seeing this scene, the funeral home's heart softened for no reason.

He slowly walked to Vincent's side, reached out and gently stroked the child's soft hair, comforting Vincent in a soft voice.

"Don't be afraid, my dear child. Your mother has gone to a better place, where there is no pain or sorrow. Although she has left you temporarily, she will always be watching over you silently in heaven."

Vincent raised his head slightly when he heard this, and looked at the funeral home with his red and swollen eyes.

Surprisingly, he seemed to actually understand what the other person said, and the sadness in his eyes eased a little.

Seeing this, the corners of the funeral home's mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

For some reason, as if driven by some mysterious force, he bent down and carefully picked up Vincent from the cradle.

Because his movements were a little unfamiliar, his posture looked a little awkward.

But the moment Vincent's small body pressed against his chest, an indescribable feeling of warmth instantly spread throughout the funeral home.

This warmth was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, so real and so intense...

So, this is human body temperature?

The undertaker stood there motionless, holding Vincent, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

He felt the even breathing and gentle heartbeat of the child in his arms, and an unprecedented peace and tranquility arose in his heart.

He didn't know how much time had passed. Perhaps because crying had taken up too much energy, Vincent finally couldn't resist the invasion of fatigue. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a sweet dream.

Seeing this, the funeral home carefully put the child back into the cradle and covered him with a blanket.

Then, he stared at the sleeping Vincent quietly for a long time, and finally turned and left quietly, leaving the room in silence.

When the undertaker turned and left, the servants at the Phantomhive mansion did not notice anything unusual at first.

However, as time passed, an ominous premonition gradually enveloped everyone's heart.

Finally, someone plucked up the courage to walk up to the lady who had been sitting quietly by the window and asked if she needed any help.

But when they got closer, they discovered that their lady, who was usually so gentle and kind, was now as peaceful and tranquil as a sleeping fairy. There was even a faint smile on her face, but her chest, which should have risen and fallen with her breathing, was motionless.

The entire mansion fell into a dead silence. Fear and astonishment made everyone stand there, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

It seemed as if in an instant, this mansion that was once full of laughter, warmth and harmony was completely swallowed up by the shadow of death.

In the Phantomhive mansion, Claudia's sudden death was like a meteor flashing across the night sky. Although it was heartbreakingly short, the light that burst out in that instant was so dazzling and unforgettable.

Her departure was like a sudden storm, sweeping mercilessly through every corner and causing huge waves in the mansion.

They paid tribute to this kind and gentle hostess. Every tear was a remembrance of the good old days, and every sigh was filled with endless sorrow and reluctance to let go.

The young Vincent became the most cared-for and cherished baby in everyone's heart.

Everyone vowed in their hearts to do everything they could to protect this poor child who had lost the protection of his mother.

After Count Phantomhive learned the sad news of his beloved wife's death, he was immersed in deep pain and sorrow.

For him, those days were like a year.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would wander alone along the garden path where he and his wife used to walk hand in hand, recalling every bit of sweet memories between them and letting his tears flow freely.

But when he thought about his young children who needed to be taken care of, his responsibility as a father forced him to cheer up and try to get out of the quagmire of sadness.

However, the huge Count Phantomhive Palace cannot be left without a master for a day, especially when there is no hostess to take care of the housework.

After careful consideration, Count Phantomhive turned his attention to Claudia's sister.

Perhaps, having her fill the vacancy left by her sister would be the most suitable choice at the moment...

This young girl, who had just reached adulthood, was also worried about the only child left by her beloved sister.

This was also something she had proactively proposed, as she knew the disgusting nature of some nobles.

It doesn't matter who she marries. Phantomhive has always been handsome and has a high status. Since she is bound to be arranged to marry, isn't the Phantomhive family the best choice?

And she can protect her sister's child...