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The Lord of Spirits laid a white iris upon the head stone that read:
Here Lies Alfred Svent, the mercenary with a heart of gold.
Sighing a heavy dejected sigh, Milla made herself comfortable on the ground as she stared silently at the sharply carved headstone.
Time was stagnate. Even the icy rain drops upon her exposed flesh didn’t phase the blonde. They had achieved everything they set out to do. Spyrites had replaced the Spyrix and Rieze Maxia and Elympios were finally at peace as a unity, so then, why did she feel like she lost?
"Elize graduated middle school today." Milla spoke to no one. "You should have seen her, she looked damn beautiful up on the stage. Everyone is still celebrating."
Out of her satchel, Milla opened a bottle of pronage wine. Resting her chin in her hand, she dumped the contents out around the headstone before discarding the bottle.
"Alvin. I am so sorry." She began, her voice just barely crackling with a gentle sob. "If I only had seen it sooner, the assassin. Then you would be…" Placing a hand over her eyes, the lord spirit choked back a child like sob before regaining her composure and wiping her eyes.
"I will never forget your sacrifice. You are a truly a wonderful friend and despite everything, you became an honest one. Thank you so much, Alvin."
With that, Milla stood and gave the grave one more look before turning away and going towards the inn.