Recovered

That day finally arrived. Callan had been restless since the night before. Every year on this day he made elaborate preparations for his most respected "elder brother", who had given his life to protect him. But now he knew he was so kind to him not out of brotherhood, but out of a father's love for his son. Callan changed into a black suit, under which the collar of his white shirt was neatly ironed. When he turned around, he saw that Savannah was wearing a black suit too with his tie in her hands. She was very gentle. Although she was stubborn in nature, people who loved her deeply would know how considerate she was. Savannah walked up to him, stood on her tiptoes, and quietly helped him with the necktie. "I'm done. Let's go!" Savannah held Callan's hand tight, hoping to bring him some strength. It was only two or three o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark outside. Except for the two of them, everyone was sleeping. Savannah had contacted the abbot in advance. This matter mus