An act.

A week had passed, and Aris arrived at Eddenvilla and told the coachman to bring her to the port. She checked the body of the saint, and she still looked like someone asleep rather than dead.

Since the body didn't rot, she decided to carry her in her arms. People looked at her, but they didn't think or speculate on anything weird because of it. They thought the woman in her arms was sick and asleep.

Aris walked to the dock and saw Matthias talking to his crew. She didn't want to call him or speak with him, but thankfully, his crew poked him and signaled him to turn around. When he turned around, he was startled by her, who stood right behind him with a body in her arms.

"Uh... yes?" Matthias gulped nervously and looked at the woman in Aris's arms.

"I need a ship now," Aris said coldly. "I want you to be aboard and take me to the sea. Also, bring the casket in the carriage."