Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, it was the last day of September.
Even the normally magnificent Golden Feather Palace was tinged with a somber air today.
The Guards on duty, the Knights patrolling on their warhorses, and the noble carriages passing by were all adorned with black silk ribbons—a funeral tradition.
At the Royal Mausoleum, members of the Royal Family led by Bruno, along with nobles of all ranks, gathered for the funeral of Jesus and his family.
Come to think of it, the last ceremony of this scale had been for the death of Klinsmann IV, over a decade ago.
'As far as Ronin knew, Klinsmann IV's death hadn't been very dignified. Apparently, after his wife passed away in his middle age, he'd become obsessed with carnal pleasures and ultimately died in a woman's bed.'
"The woman beside Blanche is His Majesty's eldest daughter, Princess Sharon."
Lurans stood with Ronin, introducing him to the unfamiliar faces.
