The content is an excerpt from the official novel of *Draghinty Fantasy 2*. It is absolutely not part of the main story.
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A day came when it was impossible to tell whether the droplets falling to the ground were raindrops or people’s tears. The moment arrived when it became clear how much Werner had helped people, despite always being full of complaints since his youth.
From small tasks like finding lost cats or helping with errands, to larger feats like exterminating bandits, wiping out orc hordes, or suppressing the rebellion of a local lord who kidnapped the Crown Prince—Werner did it all without asking for any reward. Now, the streets of the capital were filled with people who had come to pay the debts he never collected.
As the coffin carrying Werner’s cold body passed by, the tears shed by the people outnumbered the raindrops falling to the ground.
A boy, whom Werner had once helped find his lost wallet, now a proper apprentice dyer, wept at his death.
A young man, whom Werner had helped find a proposal ring, now married with children, attended the funeral with his family.
A person who had been cured of a rare disease with the precious herbs Werner had grudgingly retrieved, now working at a newspaper, was writing Werner’s obituary.
Everyone present had been directly or indirectly helped by Werner. Despite all the help he gave, if the recipient was poor, Werner would refuse payment, saying, “Do I look like a beggar to you?” or simply settle for a meal.
“The heavens are heartless…”
“Of course, it rains on a day like this…”
“Even the Goddess must be grieving.”
The rain that soaked everyone’s clothes wasn’t as cold as late autumn rain; it felt warm, like someone’s tears.
The coffin finally headed toward the grave, and as it disappeared from view, the rain began to pour even harder.
The Crown Prince, tasked with delivering the eulogy, stood solemnly silent. Despite attendants urging him to use an umbrella to avoid catching a cold, he pushed it away and stood silently in the rain. Clearing his throat, he began to speak.
“Today, I stand here as a humble student of Sir Werner Alton to deliver his eulogy.”
Many were shocked when the Crown Prince referred to himself as “humble.”
“Today, we have lost a shining star. Sir Werner Alton taught me, a young and foolish boy, manners and humility. I dare say he shared much with all of you as well.”
His voice trembled with sorrow. He had so many stories he wanted to share with his teacher, but now they would remain buried in his heart.
However, some couldn’t hear his words.
Werner’s comrades, his fiancée, his friends, and his disciples were among them.
Glacia glared at Airi with murderous eyes, but Airi was too numb to notice.
“Once this is over, I’ll definitely kill her…”
Glacia, currently helping her parents with their duties, vowed to kill Airi after the funeral, unaware that she herself would soon collapse in front of Werner’s grave.
Airi, oblivious to the murderous intent, stood motionless. Her golden eyes, once beautiful, were now lifeless, and her once-chattering lips were tightly sealed.
Lorcha stared at the coffin with furious eyes.
“Is this how you leave…? You should’ve apologized before dying, you bastard… Do you know how much I… how much I…”
Camelia didn’t attend the funeral. She sat alone in a remote tower, drinking in silence, trying to cope with the unbelievable reality. She knew it was a futile struggle. Normally, a single sip of the potent liquor would have knocked her out, but even after five bottles, her mind remained clear.
“Why won’t I get drunk…”
Melchior forgot all about dignity and wept bitterly. A man who believed in being honest, he didn’t hide his sorrow. Their friendship, forged through countless adventures and pranks, ran deeper than anyone could imagine.
The only one in the Winterheart family who seemed composed was Melissa. Though she was crying inside, she couldn’t show her emotions, knowing she might kill Airi if she did. In case of emergency, she had to be ready to restrain her husband and daughter.
Squar, unable to stand the sight of Airi, didn’t attend the funeral. Instead, the Heavenly Demon Old Man held two bouquets in her place. Though his eyes glistened with transparent liquid, he would vehemently deny they were tears.
“Why does a young one leave before the old… Leaving behind such a young disciple…”
Ricardo, in charge of the funeral’s security, quietly left and didn’t return from the restroom. This was unusual for him.
Zick stood silently in the rain, fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped, but he paid no attention.
The Crown Prince solemnly received a crystal orb.
“This contains the final words Sir Werner left at home before his passing.”
Transparent tears streamed down the Crown Prince’s cheeks. They couldn’t have been just raindrops.
Werner’s voice echoed through the orb, amplified by magical devices throughout the capital.
[Well, whoever you are, if this is playing, it means I’m dead.
First, let me address what you’re probably curious about. One-third of my estate will be used to repair any future damages. Another third will go to ensuring no one can use poverty as an excuse not to study. The final third goes to my disciple, Airi Res. If it doesn’t divide cleanly, use the leftover to buy snacks for the kids.
Now, for what I really want to say. To His Majesty the Emperor and the Crown Prince: rule the country properly. If you mess up, I’ll come back as a ghost and make you eunuchs. And Crown Prince, you were one of the more obedient among my students. Be proud of that.
Now, for the awkward folks… I have something to say to my older brothers and sisters.
Brother Melchior, stop crying like a teenage girl. You’re too sensitive for a warrior. Knitting as a hobby? What kind of joke is that? And remember when we dug a pit for Brother Zick and almost got buried alive? Don’t push my disciple too hard.
Sister Melissa, you’re still dressing like a kid. Please change your style. And take care of my disciple. She might be a bit… unruly, given how her teacher turned out.
Brother Ricardo, please make up with Melchior already. And stop being so awkward around women. Be kinder to my disciple.
Sister Squar, can I call you that since we share the same last name? Your smile was more precious than any gift you gave me. So don’t hate my disciple with that angry face. I died because I was a fool.
Heavenly Demon Old Man… I had so much to tell you. And I wanted to see you paint the walls with… well, you know. But I trust you won’t be too harsh on my disciple.
Sister Camelia, you’re my favorite among the sisters. So be proud. But please, put down the bottle. You know how much I suffer when you’re drunk.
Sister Media, you probably aren’t listening, but don’t feel guilty. You did nothing wrong.
And Brother Zick, I wanted to be like you. I’m sorry for dying like a fool without finishing what I promised.
And to those I had connections with…
Irina, my childhood beggar rival and business partner from my hometown. Take all the unpaid fees. Consider it my final tip to you.
Lorcha, I’m sorry. Really… Sometimes I think, what if I had run away with you… So live triumphantly. Don’t think of me as a friend. And make some other friends, you idiot.
And to my fiancée, Miss Glacia, I wasn’t worthy of someone as wonderful as you. I won’t tell you what to do. I just hope you find happiness. Marrying someone like me would only bring you misery.
And finally, to my disciple Airi. Please listen to the others, and visit my grave only once a year. Always button your pajamas all the way up, don’t eat too much sugar in the morning, and if you drink, don’t get drunk—especially if there’s a man around. I have so much more to say, but… I’ll say it again. I had fun with you.
And to everyone at my funeral, if it’s raining and you’re not using an umbrella to look cool… stop being stupid and use one.]
It was a fitting final message.
The funeral, already a sea of tears, was now filled with even heavier sobs as the rain intensified.
Lorcha silently disappeared after saying she was going hunting, never to return.
Glacia quietly returned to her lodging with her parents, but her eyes still held unresolved grief and resentment.
Camelia stopped drinking, but instead of being drunk on alcohol, she was drunk on sorrow, unable to do anything.
Airi quietly went to a remote place to end her life, but was stopped by Irina, a childhood friend of Werner’s. Slapping Airi’s cheek, Irina scolded her.
“You… After how much he mentioned you in his will, you want to make him look like a fool? If you’re going to do something stupid, at least do something. Don’t just die like a dog.”
Airi dropped the knife she was holding and began to sob.
“Waaah…!”
Irina quietly hugged her.
“It hurts, doesn’t it? But you can’t die. That’s your punishment. If it’s too hard, tell me. I can at least hug you like this.”
Knowing how much Werner had cherished Airi, Irina gently comforted her. Even after the rain stopped, Airi’s tears didn’t cease.
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Strange rumors began to circulate. Despite the heavy rain, a man in black with black hair and a silver-haired girl were seen standing in front of Werner’s grave. What made it strange was that their clothes weren’t wet despite the downpour.
The man in black quietly paid his respects and took something semi-transparent, while the girl gently touched the tombstone.
Of course, these were just rumors spread among drunkards.