Leaning against the coffin, the 3rd Harbinger, Columbina, was singing.

"We are gathered here today to remember our dear comrade. In honor of her sacrifice, all work should halt for half a day, as the nation mourns her passing." Pulcinella says, and then you could hear Pantalone chuckle, his fingers intertwined with his others.

"Merely half a day?" He asks, tapping his finger on the back of his palm. "People say the Northland Banks’ true colors currencies are blood and tears. But may or even speaking as a banker, that sounds a little unconscionable." He says.

Then, Arlecchino steps forward, looking over at the Regrator. "Rosalyne died in a foreign land. But you heartless businessmen and dignitaries always with a convenient excuse to remain in the comfort of your homeland..you couldn't hope to understand. So why don't you keep your mouths shut? We don't want to make the children cry." She said, obviously annoyed. Childe quickly spoke up.

"Hey come on now. Even I don’t think this is the right time or place for a fight." He says.

Sandrone just doesn't say anything, she's in front of her robot. She has her eyes closed, before she spoke. "Utterly risible."

"Though her methods tarnished her honor, loaf Ulta's sacrifice is a great pity." The captain, II Capitano, spoke up. "Her loss shall not hinder our progress, but Dottore, with Scaramouche and the gnosis from Inazuma," He spoke up again.

Dottore spoke up, holding a science tube and waving it around. "Conventional wisdom holds that divine knowledge cannot be rationally comprehended. After conquering the divine gaze, he will make his next move."

Pierro stepped into the room, and stepped foward. "It's time to end tonight's foolish theatrics. Right now, you have no captive audience."

Eventually, every Harbinger, including you, was around Signora's coffin, as Pierro kept speaking. "Let every worthy sacrifice be carved in ice. With this nation and world for all time, in the name of her majesty, the Tsaritsa, we will seize authority from the gods."