After everyone had spoken, the Archbishop of Maplestone City, wearing a complete set of sacrificial clothes and a gigantic magic crown, looking more cumbersome than Hurd's Arrow Tube Warrior in double armor, walked up to the pulpit holding a golden staff.
Below the stage, Winters couldn't help but wonder: How did this scrawny old man manage to climb the steps wrapped in such cumbersome attire? Could he too be a user of Divine Arts?
Typically, there should still be hymns and consolation. However, today's memorial was private, so these were skipped.
His Excellency the Archbishop tactfully refrained from delivering a long sermon, merely said a few simple words, and then prayed for the soul of Bod Gates, praying that the latter would return to the embrace of the Lord.
With that, the formal ceremony concluded.
Next, those attending the memorial only needed to place the white flower in their hands in front of Colonel Bod's coffin and could then leave.
