Outer suburbs of the imperial capital, cemetery.

It was raining, and it was dripping. The sky was overcast, the light was dim, and the distant scenery was shrouded in a light veil of hazy rain and mist, which was not real at a glance.

In such weather, people's mood seems to become gray, and the feeling of depression and heaviness is almost impossible to breathe.

Today is the day of Seleuc's funeral.

There were not a few people who came to attend the funeral, and most of them were members of the imperial capital garrison led by Wright.

There were men and women, the ages were concentrated in their twenties, and at this time they all lost their light armor and equipment, and changed into uniform black mourning clothes, with sad faces, and even many emotional people had quietly cried.

Unlike her mentor Oka, Seleuc was very popular in the garrison, and even after being promoted to a direct member of the "Falcon" by Javier, she did not alienate herself from her former colleagues, and everyone liked this simple and straightforward girl.

However, even such a good girl can't get a good ending.

She died, leaving this world forever.

It is said that Seleuc died in the middle of a mission, which is a common and visible thing, and it is not unacceptable. After all, if you are doing their job, you will always encounter all kinds of dangerous situations, so it is inevitable that you will also face this kind of sentimental parting, or goodbye.

She is still so young, and the loss of her young life always makes people feel more lamented.

Javier, also dressed in black mourning clothes, stood at the front of the crowd, holding a black umbrella in his hand to block the rain falling from the sky, looking as calm as ever.

He stood quietly in place, silently watching the old priest in white sacrificial clothes preside over the ceremony in front of Seleuc's tomb, and the whole person did not say a word.

Although he looked no different than usual, the air around him was inexplicably heavy, so overwhelming that no one dared to come forward to talk to him.

Behind Javier, Arrovin, Marika, Spia, Will, Ran, and Chelsea were all present, all of them silent, except for the deep voice of the old priest reciting the eulogy.

"There is no end to this world, rest in peace, my child, your soul will enter the kingdom of heaven......"

The old priest's compassionate words mingled with the sound of the rain around him, and Javier was in a trance for a moment, vaguely remembering the familiar scene that had happened here not so long ago, as if it had been a long time ago.

"It was raining that day......

Javier muttered to himself, his voice so low that even Arrowen, who was closest to him, couldn't hear what he was saying.

From the first time he met Seleuc, Javier felt that a long time had passed, but when he counted it, it seemed that it had not even been half a year. Perhaps because of the familiar enough relationship with each other, he developed a misunderstanding over the length of time.

It is precisely because of his familiarity that Javier cannot take the death of Seleuc Yubikitas lightly.

He thinks that his heart is cold enough, he can ignore the death of strangers, even if such people die more, it is just a string of numbers to him, this is the cold-blooded and numbness that he has tempered in one war after another.

But the people around him are different, this is the most cherished part of his life, for these people's deaths, Javier can't ignore them, and he can't give up his last heart.

Therefore, whenever faced with this time, Javier always feels empty in his heart, as if he has lost something important, and there is an indescribable discomfort.

Thinking that this was something he would never get used to in his life, such pain would haunt him until he died, but it didn't matter, he had planned to carry it on his back.

As time passed quietly, the funeral finally came to an end.

After closing their eyes and observing a minute of silence, the people who came to the funeral began to leave one after another, the whole process was quiet, without the slightest noise.

Arowen walked up to Javier's side and whispered, "Javier, let's go back too." ”

saw Javier shake his head and look at Seleuc's tombstone with a complicated expression.

Seleuc was reduced to ashes in the explosion, and there were naturally no bones of her in this tomb, but buried in it were some clothes and items that belonged to her, as well as a pair of whirlwind weapons that survived the explosion, which was the same thing.

"You guys go first, I want to stay here for a while." Javier said without looking back.

“…… Well, I see. ”

Arowen sighed softly, he knew that Javier needed a little time to sort out his mood, and he didn't say anything more, after all, everyone must be in a bad mood when something like this happened.

Then he silently turned around, took a few steps forward, explained the situation to the "falcon" who was waiting in place, and everyone expressed their understanding, and then left the cemetery with mixed feelings.

In a few moments, the crowd dispersed, and Javier was left standing alone.

The rain was still falling, and some raindrops were crackling on the umbrella in Javier's hand, and the two sounds were like some kind of melody music, and the cool breeze of the early spring day blew the dense rain slightly slanted.

Havel didn't say anything, he stood like a sculpture in front of the tomb of Seleuc, listening to the wind and rain in his ears, and his eyes fixed on the names on the tombstones, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

He couldn't tell why he was staying here, but he felt that he couldn't leave like this with the mood he was in, so he wanted to stay a little longer, and wait until his heart was calmer, and then he would leave.

However, he forgot that whenever there was no one else around, he could no longer maintain his strong appearance, and his seemingly powerful heart would break through the openings and reveal his own vulnerability.

Javier Salmondo, he's not a strong man, he's just a pathetic weakling who tries to arm himself with strength.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain didn't stop, and the wind didn't stop.

At one point, Javier suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him, and slowly turned his head.

The sight of him was slightly stunned.

Under the dark blue umbrella, a beautiful woman with a proud figure stood there quietly, and her dark blue eyes with magical charm seemed to seduce people's souls.

She was dressed in a black and white uniform, a cross beret, and white boots on her feet, looking heroic. Her long, ice-blue hair moved in the wind, and the seductive corners of her lips outlined a seemingly gentle but dangerous arc, exuding a deadly beauty.

“…… Estes. ”

Javier looked at her with a complicated expression and whispered the woman's name.