Lord Callum and Milan sat across each other, between them were three spacial rings, neatly laid out on a table, Galatros from the Xelia academy had been here just moments earlier to deliver these items to them.
Two of the rings held the bodies of the demi-Ent's and the last held the head of their daughter, sealed in a block of ice.
Milan picked up the one with her daughter's head and took it out to see her face, for a second her entire body trembled, as the face reminded her all too much of Edith, they were far to similar.
Callum furrowed his brow, "Have her cremated," he said softly.
"Yes, my lord," she answered curtly, "What shall we do about her passing?" she asked.
"We'll send someone to investigate what she accomplished, if she did anything of significance, we'll go down there and erase the nation that killed her, just as we always do," he said before quickly adding, ", and Milan hand over the duty of receiving Ediths reports to someone below you."
