"Master, Master..."
Liz subconsciously moved closer to Reiger, reached out her hand, and tightly grasped Reiger's clothes.
Reiger's brow was furrowed as he seriously sized up the person in the coffin.
Upon closer inspection, the person's appearance was surprisingly familiar.
She had pale grey hair and exquisite, beautiful facial features, with an attractive and graceful figure. Both her face and figure bore a striking resemblance to someone—at least seventy to eighty percent similarity.
That person was Liz.
The individual inside the coffin looked extremely similar to Liz, just as beautiful and tempting, with a very similar body, boasting an incredibly proud bust. At a glance, one might even get the sense that it was Liz herself who would be lying there in the future after she'd grown up.
If this person were to stand beside Liz, she would assuredly be mistaken for Liz's older sister, and even more closely related than Marilyn.
