They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 626: It’s for the World

... Since I’m kind of an outsider, close, but not too close, you don’t have to worry about what I think. You can talk to freely."

Her wheels ca to a brief halt. "There’s nothing to talk about," she said flatly. "See you later."

She wheeled off again, this ti determined. Darius stayed rooted where he was, but the words slipped out of him anyway, spontaneous and sharp with instinct.

"The funeral’s this evening," he called after her. "Up for it?"

Nnenna froze mid motion. "Does it matter?" she asked without turning.

"I guess not." His tone softened. "Look... you seem unable to move on. Sothing’s clearly holding you back. I won’t pretend to have all the answers to what’s going on in your head. But listen to , go there. And don’t leave anything behind."

There was no lecture in his voice this ti, just quiet sincerity.

Nnenna’s shoulders lowered, tension lting just slightly. She nodded once, gently. "Thank you," she whispered. Then she rolled away, leaving Darius watching her retreat into the silence of the halls.

A few hours later, breaking news exploded across the Lionaran network.

Planes were landing nonstop at Lionaran International Airport. Convoys stretched out like rivers of black steel, all flowing toward one destination, and one destination only: the royal castle.

No one understood what was happening. It looked less like a surprise visiting of dignitaries and more like the summoning of legends, an Avengers level convergence. To make matters even stranger, most of the arrivals weren’t even from the continent. Foreign dignitaries, military leaders, and power brokers poured in, their presence raising one question on every tongue:

What could possibly pull this many giants across the world in less than twenty four hours?

The news reached the castle almost instantly.

Obinna sat frozen, the weight of it pressing down on him until he finally managed to speak. "Who... who are these people?" he asked the ssenger, his voice laced with shock.

Before the man could answer, the court doors creaked open. Carl stepped in, his expression gentle but his tone deliberate.

"I thought it best to inform you myself," he said, striding into the hall. "They are Somto’s circle, his friends, fellow generals, comrades. Dignitaries whose lives he touched. Many are from Prigrian and Riverum. The mont they heard of the funeral, they booked flights. So traveled through the night just to get here."

Gasps rippled through the room. Court officials exchanged stunned glances, jaws slack. Even Obinna’s face drained of color.

Carl let the silence stretch before he continued, his voice calm but heavy with aning. "I know this is bigger than what we planned. But these people... they’re not just guests. They’re family to him. Friends whose lives he changed. If they ca all this way, sending them back without letting them do what they ca for would be..." He paused, then finished carefully, "...a mistake."

He didn’t press further, but the weight of his words filled the hall like a storm cloud, leaving Obinna and the officials to wrestle with the scale of what Somto’s na had summoned.

"Uhm..." Obinna finally spoke, his voice unsteady. It wasn’t Carl’s words that shook him, it was the staggering realization that his older brother had wielded such influence across the world, and he had never truly known.

"They can stay," he said at last, though hesitation clung to his tone. "It’s just... we don’t have enough rooms or resources prepared to host that many people, especially of such high rank. But if they don’t mind the inconvenience, then..."

Carl stepped in smoothly, his confidence grounding the mont. "Trust , comfort is the least of their worries. None of them ca here for that."

He paused, then added, "There’s sothing else. I would like you to et the family Somto spent much of his ti with in Prigrian, the White royal family. They’re already on their way to the royal graveyard. I’ll introduce you later."

Obinna blinked, then gave a small nod. "That would be... kind of you. eting those who cared for my brother, it’s important to . I want to thank them personally."

Carl inclined his head slightly, then glanced at the court officials standing stiffly at the edges of the hall. They hadn’t uttered a word since he entered, not out of rudeness, but out of awe.

These were n and won who, on ordinary days, commanded respect within the kingdom. But right now, they were in the presence of soone they had only ever heard whispers about, soone who barely left a trace online.

And now, because of their late king, those whispers had walked into their hall.

Carl gave Obinna a final nod before stepping back. "I’ll leave you to your plans."

Obinna exhaled, turning back to the officials. His mind still reeled, but he knew what had to be done. "Adjust everything. Expand accommodations however you can. This funeral... it’s no longer just for Lionara. It’s for the world."

The officials bowed quickly and hurried off, the air in the court thick with disbelief. What should have been a solemn, quiet affair had suddenly transford into sothing else entirely.

Perhaps the most attended funeral by dignitaries in history.

The royal graveyard had never seen so many uniforms at once. By late evening, the air was heavy with silence, broken only by the synchronized footsteps of generals and decorated officers from across the world. Legends who rarely appeared in public stood shoulder to shoulder, their dals catching the dim glow of the torches that lined the funeral grounds.

Two parallel rows of generals and senior officers ford a wide aisle, their boots thudding in perfect unison as they marched into position. They stopped, pivoting sharply, and stood at attention, creating a corridor of honor.

From the far end, the higher ranking generals entered, bearing Somto’s coffin draped in the Lionaran flag, Prigrian flag, an unfamiliar flag, and his personal general’s banner. The silence deepened. Even the birds seed to have stilled.