Two days after the Incident.
The older fairy who her hand and her foot had been cuffed, wore the black dress.
The twins with their all-black suit.
Dog demihuman who wore the black transparent hat with a black dress.
Four of them had stood in the castle like a tomb which it was designed to resemble Richeolot Clan's headquarter to made it into miniature size. To honour her for her sacrifice.
The tomb itself at its white coloured gate. Carved.
Here Lies. The hero of Laira Village.
Kiana, the servant of Lex Richeolot and the woman who contributed a countless amount of contribution that people always remember.
Rest in peace, the goddess of war.
Lira had moved to the front first. Touching the carved stone, he said.
"Peace to the fallen, Kiana."
He continued with his voice of tone. Darkened as he was possessed into something.
The power of the tone that everyone knew it.
