"Richard, are you all right?"
Rossetti sounded concerned. I merely nodded, unable to trust myself to speak. Beside me, the coffin bearing my dad's body lay.
There was no time to give him a proper funeral, not with the impending invasion of a million monsters. Despite that, the generals of Alcia City recognized his sacrifice, having detected the spike in mana when the mountain god manifested in this world. Using arcane spells, they were able to reconstruct the event.
Too bad they had no spells to revive the dead. Hell, they didn't have the spells necessary to heal Dad – those were far beyond any current healing spells we had today. It was only natural that we wouldn't have anything to revive the dead with.
Rossetti and Kufa were concerned with me, but there was nothing they could do. Kufa had left to help with the preparations for the invasion. I intended to do so, but I wanted some time to mourn my dad.
