357 357, Funeral of Sparrash

Mr. Sparrash's funeral was largely held. I don't know if Mr. Sparrash wanted that, but I think that's fine.

It's not uncommon for adventurers to die in demonic environments. It's a line we all say. I wonder about Mr. Sparrash. Was it originally ill or because of alcohol? All I know is that the look on your face when you tried to wake me up in the morning just seemed like you were having a good dream. Until I touched it, I never dreamed it was dead. I didn't even notice the gold or silver coins that were scattered at my feet.

I had a pathetic way of dying in my previous life, but what the hell did I look like? My parents who lost me, I wonder how sad she was. Really now, but it made me unnecessarily sad.

Besides, Mr. Sparrash apparently lost his wife and child a long time ago. You think that's why you dropped yourself at the killer before you met your father? The words you said to me then...

Kids grow up so much... Kakaa and I can do whatever we want...

When I remembered that, I got sadder and sadder and couldn't stop crying. Damn, am I the only one crying when there are so many people...

This is what makes me cry...

I wonder how the hell Mr. Sparrash felt then exposing his retirement to me. I don't know anything about it. He told me... he would definitely come and see me... even though he would find out he didn't have a wife if he went.

Everyone puts a small demonic stone in turn in Mr. Sparrash's coffin resting in front of the guild, hands together.

deputies, knights chiefs, union chiefs.

Mr. Gorelius, Mr. Asteroid and Mr. Eloise.

Father, mother, brother Odie.

Alec, and finally me and Coe.

After the clergyman, Mr. Rachel, has prayed, the sermon begins.

"Warrior Sparrash, I have done my duty to quell your soul. Everyone gathered today depends on the fringe of Brave Sparrash. We must inherit the friendship of a brave man who made peace with his life in Kutanutu. Thank you for your friendship today, and let us all pray that Brave Sparash may return to the Lord Trilona." "Namath Amitaba"

"Namath Amitaba"

Then lift the coffin and head to the north castle gate. Knights align on both sides of North Main Street, pulling out swords and putting them up as the coffin progresses.

Would it eventually have gone a kilometer or so through the north castle gate? A table about a meil high is assembled and the coffin rests again. I guess I'll cremate here.

"Curse, you do it. d Send Sparash to God with a flamboyant flame.

"Father............ ok. I'll do it."

There goes the deputy's voice.

"All hands together!

Everyone hands together away from the coffin.

Goodbye, Mr. Sparrash...

"Fire Column"

None of them are practical, just magic that the firepillars climb high. Maybe annoying to the spirits in the sky, but burning up the firepillars high everywhere. The flame has no two mails in diameter but is invisible up there. On this flame, Mr. Sparrash's soul...

No way, you're going to the Rebirth Administration?

I hope it's a happy afterlife...