There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, not a raindrop in sight. It was a beautiful day, way too beautiful for a funeral. Life was too cruel sometimes.
The entire Valkyrie body was gathered at the edge of the forest. The burial ritual would usually be held on a cliff, but there weren’t any nearby. But at least Professor Brynhild had managed to arrange a wooden altar.
Surrounded by hollyhock flowers and a crown of purple lobelia, Oda awaited her last ceremony. She looked so peaceful, it was hard to believe she was murdered. At least, she had to be. There were no signs of an accident and Wind Children didn’t just die. It had to be foul play. I just didn’t know why.
I shot a look at Flavia, wishing I could give her some support, but she was lost in her thoughts. She didn’t even react when Profess
