Nectu took a deep breath and sighed. He looked at his wife, Zalika. He keeps petting his cat’s head and his tail wiggling casually. “Za...”
“Shut up, Nectu!” Zalika looked at him coldly. Her face did not show any emotion. Nectu nodded his head and sighed.
Their carriage stopped in front of a temple. The guards opened the carriage door, then they walked. Nectu’s cat sits on his shoulder. Nuns keep blessing them by throwing flowers petals, praying sounds echoing as they walked down the line.
They stopped in front of the priest and started splashing holy water. The priest’s tail wiggling as Nectu followed his prayer. “W blsd al z dad and z liv surundd zis bdy. (We bless all the dead and live surround this body.)”
Nectu keeps following the priest. The priest burned the dead bird, and the fire died. All the nuns, priests, and people who attended the ceremony tensed and held their breath. None of them dare to speak until the priest looked at Nectu. “Nectu...”