535 Trust In The Authority Of The Gods, Not Mercy

"That's great, Father. You're awake."

"My wife is fine. That's great! Praise the gods, no, praise Young Master Watson."

Watson had been at the graveyard for half an hour. The cemetery had grown rather bustling at that point. Many people in aristocratic or poor attire grieved hard as they hugged and wept for their relatives who had been resurrected by Watson. They were incredibly ecstatic.

Those who had been resurrected did not comprehend the circumstances at first. Their faces were expressionless. They grew enthusiastic and could not help but praise Watson when the others around them explained the issue plainly.

"Thank you so much, Your Highness Watson, for resurrecting my wife! For the last two days, I had been consumed by the agony of losing my beloved. I had been thinking about what my son would do if he lost his mother at his age. In a nutshell, this is fantastic."