The memorial ceremony was held on a stretch of open ground within the territory that had already been cleansed of corruption. Because it was quite far from the grand manor, crops had not yet been planted there.
Phield marked off the area and designated it as a cemetery.
In the military operation against the main building, twenty-six people had died: fifteen slaves, seven guards, one freeman, and three Demei-humans cavalry.
Most of them had been killed by Rosalia. When a Divine Chosen dismantled their own divine artifact, the explosive power unleashed was simply too terrifying.
But that was war. There was no such thing as a war without deaths.
A war where only the enemy died existed only in fairy tales. As a lord, what Phield could do was take care of the living.
"Thank the Goddess of Holy Light for receiving the souls of Your servants! Thank the Goddess of Holy Light for granting peace to the souls of Your children…"
