In Eann's heart, this shouldn't be the scenery in the city. The people of Middlemist had always been happy because of the efforts of their peculiar and famous king. To see them sinking into the darkness of the night along with the fading flames of the funeral rites…
No, Fenris would never let anything like this happen to his country…
"How was the inner court?" Ushka's voice came from the side, breaking Eann out of his trance. However, he didn't get to answer right away. She repeated in the same tone, "How was the inner court?"
"Huh?" Eann gasped as he heard Ushka ask with such a serious tone. He just glanced at her before looking up ahead again. "Rosamund and the rest are devastated, but we're trying our best not to miss any work. Sisina acted lost and confused as well. She wasn't even giving a lot of orders like she was the queen anymore. Among everyone, Sierra's doing the worst."
