They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 627

Chapter 627: Short but... Fulfilled

Every step was measured, deliberate, echoing with the weight of history. Somto wasn’t just a king, he was the general, the one whose victories had been studied, imitated, and revered across continents.

When the coffin reached the center platform, the generals set it down gently. Then, in one synchronized motion, they saluted.

A command rang out.

"Honor Guard, prepare!"

From the side, a unit of elite soldiers raised their rifles skyward.

"Fire!"

Three rounds of blank shots cracked into the sky, the sound rolling over the graveyard like thunder. Several younger dignitaries flinched; Chidera gripped the edge of his seat, his small hands trembling slightly until Queen Chioma placed a firm hand over his.

Arthur, sitting rigidly in his seat at the front, didn’t so much as blink, but his jaw tightened, betraying the storm inside. Carl, on Nnenna’s other side, drew in a steadying breath, shoulders squared as if he were carrying his Somto’s legacy in that moment.

Nnenna sat between them, her wheelchair slightly angled so she could see the coffin clearly. She kept her face calm, but her knuckles whitened where she gripped the armrest. Arthur noticed, his hand twitching as if he wanted to reach out, but he held back.

Darius leaned forward slightly in his row, eyes sharp, scanning not the ceremony itself but the people,

was kept around him, as though the others instinctively recognized he was both an insider and an

their heads respectfully, but their presence alone spoke volumes, this was not merely Lionara’s loss. It was the world’s. And it was theirs as well.

funeral call pierced the still

Obinna, who had struggled to keep his composure throughout the preparations, lowered his head, lips


silence itself carried the weight of a promise: that Somto’s name, his

of the final salute faded, a heavy silence

softly, his voice low but

didn’t respond, not right away. Her gaze was locked on the

something cool landed on her cheek. A single drop. She blinked and tilted her

and heavy, as if the heavens themselves had chosen to mourn with them. For a split second, Nnenna wondered if her emotions were somehow spilling into the sky. It felt too real... too much

Click.

side of her chair. Instantly, a sleek canopy unfolded above her, shielding her just as the rain began to fall harder, sheets of it pounding against the stone paths of the

prepared for this. All across the rows, umbrellas snapped open in unison, black circles rising like a silent army of shields. But no one’s eyes left the front. Not a single glance strayed from the young princess who was meant to

down on her, and Nnenna realized there was no escaping it. This moment... it was hers,

trembled as she wheeled forward, the soft sound of her chair muffled by the pounding rain. She stopped at the very front, the coffin lying

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