"I know. Lecia, I wish you all the best." He nodded and spoke.
After she finished informing Jacob the last thing on her mind, she called out in a faint voice, "Wait for me... On the Bridge of Vainity..."
She closed her eyes and her body fell lightly as a feather on the patient's bed. Her heartbeat stopped.
"Master..."
Cynthia witnessed this scene as she pushed the door open. She ran up to Lecia's body and cried miserably. She grew up as an orphan. On the day Lecia met her, she was struggling among wolf cubs to get enough milk for herself. She was brought up among wolves, which more or less shaped her ruthlessness.
Lecia was the only person keeping her sane. Losing her was like losing the whole world to Cynthia.
"I'm sorry for your loss," Jacob sighed.
"Why did she die? Why did she die?" Cynthia glared coldly at him. Her gaze was emotionless.
"She... Ended her own life. You should know how she felt during her last moments," he said.