[Two Days Later]
"...."
The wind bristled past my face as I sat down in front of a newly formed grave.
There was nothing special about it… it's just that it's the grave of someone I knew.
Thousands have died in the war, and all of them were "honoured" to be buried close to the World Tree.
But honour didn't matter much now, not when death has consumed you.
I placed a single stone on the grave.
It was smooth and grey, just like all the others around it.
There was a name carved on it along with a message for everyone to see.
Wilhelm Gerald.
"A loving husband, a proud father and the hero whom Elves will never forget."
It was a ridiculous thing to write on his grave.
He wasn't a loving father—no father would risk his life on the frontline knowing there won't be anyone to look after her if he was gone.
He wasn't a hero either… not to me, at least.
He was just… Wilhelm.
Loud, stubborn, and always too proud for his own good.
"Idiot," I muttered under my breath.
