The next day, the once-bustling White Bunker was filled with an entirely different silence. The death of Tuli Lurein had cast a heavy pall over the city. However, the reaction of the people on the streets was surprisingly subdued. Even those who were unfamiliar with the intricacies of war knew what fate awaited the defeated.0

For the principality’s citizens, the legitimacy of their new ruler was less important than whether their lives would continue in peace.0

Bwaaah…!0

A trumpet signaled the start of the funeral, and a procession began to wind its way through the ruined streets of the city. The inactive Revol knelt beneath the city walls as if bowing in acknowledgment of Tuli Lurein’s death. 0

“...”0

Even though it was an unprecedented day, with the funerals of four high-ranking figures, including the First Duchess of the principality, the procession was far from grand. Ruiche was noticeably absent from the ceremony, leaving only Bonitos, the Sixth Duke, to lead the solemn event.0

“I don’t get it,” Miliana said as she watched the funeral from the window. “No matter how deeply Ruiche cared for Fran, it’s hard to believe that she wouldn’t even show her face at her own sister’s funeral. Even barbarians show mercy to the dead, no matter how fierce their enmity.”0

Miliana’s expression betrayed her disdain for nobles, having seen how easily the Lurein family had fallen apart. 0

“Ruiche, the youngest of the ducal family, is only sixteen. It must be traumatizing for a sheltered child to kill...0