Amon stood with his arms folded, watching Raphael's performance.
Rather than the ordinary people screaming all around him, he preferred watching Raphael tease the old priest.
In the end, under "Viscount Darwin's" "warm invitation," the old priest had no choice but to lie down in the coffin.
By then, however, the old priest had gradually calmed down. He lay in the coffin, chatting nonstop with "Viscount Darwin."
His plan was to draw the zombie's attention so that the servant of God presiding over the farewell ceremony could hurry outside to report what had happened.
But this was the first time that servant of God had encountered anything like this, and his legs had gone weak with fright.
Even the most devout faith seemed pale and powerless before such a terrifying scene.
With even the servant of God frightened to this extent, the others were no better. Some screamed and wandered aimlessly like headless chickens.
Others huddled in their seats, desperately wanting to stand, but even after several attempts, their legs refused to support them.
The few people who had had disputes with Viscount Darwin while he was alive were especially pale with terror, afraid that he would take them to the Netherworld.
"Viscount Darwin" chatted with the old priest for a while, then looked at everyone seated there. "Ladies and gentlemen, I must say that these are the worst of times. All honor and elegance are gone. You fat, bloated fools are consumed by greed, trampling the honor of the nobility underfoot.
"Even the Netherworld, described in such terrifying terms in the Revelation of Night, is ten thousand times better than Backlund today. I often wonder whether I'm already living in purgatory. Why else would I constantly be surrounded by you devils in human skin?
"I think all of you,