Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1900

Yes, the name on the plaque is hers.

Stella.

Suddenly, Estelle felt the world was full of wonders. Had she not come to Citadel, she would never have known that someone had built a chapel here in her honor, with a plaque dedicated to her.

The feeling was indescribable!

As Estelle gazed at her own plaque in a daze, Lambert walked in and took the candle from her hands. He lit it and placed it in front of the plaque.

Then he gently wiped the plaque clean, holding it with tenderness and kissed it softly.

Estelle frowned in complex expression. She spoke softly, "This is your goddess?"

Lambert's eyes locked on the name inscribed on the plaque, "Yes, her name is Stella. Beautiful, isn't it?"

Instead of answering, Estelle questioned, "Don't you know that chapels are meant for ancestors?"

After placing the plaque back, Lambert turned to her and said, "She is my goddess, deserving of a shrine. Isn't that right?"

Estelle stared at him, "And your family agrees with this?"

"This is my place!" The man's tone carried an innate nobility and pride.

Estelle was left speechless.

Lambert sat on the meditation cushion, his gaze tender on the name, murmuring, "My grandfather once told me that if someone has a plaque after death, they won't become a lost spirit subjected to bullying. Even though I know she'd probably be a fearsome ghost who bullies others, I still hope her soul has a place to rest, so she doesn't have to wander as she did in life."

"She sowed much violence when she was alive, and I pray daily for her, hoping the saints will forgive her, understanding that those she killed were evildoers, and that she should not be troubled."

"If she's reincarnated, maybe she'll follow the guide of her plaque and find her way to me."

After the war, he followed her to the Goth Desert, pretending to take landscape photos while secretly capturing that one photo of her.

That photo became the anchor for his soul.

Seeing Lambert lost in memories, Estelle felt an unexpected pang of compassion and didn't want to pull him back to the real world.

She took a deep breath, her voice softer than before, "Didn't you say we'd leave after lunch? It's getting late. I'm going to eat."

Lambert nodded, "Go ahead, I'll stay a bit longer. I'll be away for a while, so I need to say goodbye to my goddess first."

Estelle nodded, turned and walked out of the chapel. Looking back, she saw Lambert still have his hands together in prayer. His face was obscured but undoubtedly filled with devotion.

Her feelings became even more complex.