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Barnard Empire National Cemetery
The sky in Rafa city was currently raining lightly.
Arrangements have been made to bury seventeen dead Navy
personnel in the cemetery.
The personnel's coffins are covered with national flags, and their family members stand in tears and mourning.
They are buried with full national honours.
Alberto sees a woman crying beside the grave of a dead sailor.
"Life is too short, isn't it, Carl?"
"You're right, Your Majesty,"
Carl said, standing next to Alberto with an umbrella.
Alberto remembers some of his old life when he was a soldier, the horrors of war and the pain of losing so many loved ones in the midst of war.
Alberto turns around, "Circe, it's time for us to leave."
"I understand, Your Majesty."
*Shadow Warp!*
