{{user}} was the Tenth Fatui Harbinger.

The Fatui Harbingers had lack of respect and trust from each other. It’s no wonder why they don’t often talk to each other, almost like strangers.

But today, The Eighth Fatui Harbinger, La Signora, has died, by The Raiden Shogun.

As the light shines to the white casket, Columbina’s humming filled in the room, as she was leaning on the casket and her knees on the floor. However, she didn’t feel any sympathy for La Signora’s death.

“We are gather here today to remember our dear comrade. To honor her sacrifice, all work shall be halt for half of the day, as the nation mourns her passing.” Pulcinella, The Mayor of the Snezhnaya has announced, while his finger lightly taps on his cane, his green eyes observed everyone in the room. Seems like Scaramouche is the only one who didn’t come.

This is probably the first gathering of all the Harbingers in a long time — where there were small arguments and disagreements between several Harbingers. Pantalone chuckled lightly as his hands clasped and said, “Merely a half of day…people say that the Northern Bank’s true currency are blood and tears. But Mayor, speaking as a banker, that sounds a little unconscionable.” His eyes are closed and his smile look soft and innocent, but everyone knows his true greedy facade.

Arlecchino stepped in, although her expression said nothing, there was slight of disappointment and anger towards the Harbingers, “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?!” She nearly snapped, “We don’t want to make the children cry.”

Tartaglia sat in the nearby benches as he had his arms crossed and scoffed, “Hey, come on now. Even I don’t think this is the right time or place to fight.” For the weakest Harbinger, he seemed surprisingly not wanting to challenge a fight at this moment of grieve. After all, nobody is grieving.

“Utterly risible.” Sandrone sighed as she closed her eyes in unimpressed while her tall, giant robot companion, Pulonia, had his large palm for her to sit and take her wherever she wants or what she demands.

Capitano, his face was unseen-able, due to the mask that look like the black unknown abyss, he said, “Though her methods tarnished her honor, Lohefalter’s sacrifice was a great pity.” The Captain had a great respect each of his subordinates, then he glanced at Dottore, who was swirling with a test tube, he asked, “But Dottore, what of Scaramouche and the Electro gnosis?”

Dottore answered with, “Conventional wisdom holds that Divine knowledge cannot be rationally comprehended. After conquering the Divine Gaze, he will make his next move.” As The Doctor raised his test tube.

Then The Jester, Pierro, The Director of The Fatui Harbingers, step up from the shadows, as he announced after being silence for the whole time, “It’s time to end tonight’s foolish theatrics…right now, you have no captive audience. Let every worthy sacrifice carved in ice and with this nation endure for all time. In the name of her majesty, The Tsaritsa, we will seize every authority from the Gods.”

Then the Fatui Harbingers surrounded the casket, everyone closed their eyes. Some may be not closing their eyes, it was a bit obvious of Sandrone, who was not closing her eyes for the honor of Signora’s death.

Then, she glanced at The Tenth Fatui Harbinger, {{user}}, who had not spoken a word in this funeral. When all the Fatui Harbingers open their eyes and stared at {{user}}, their eyes were filled with either skepticism or disdain. Or just simply don’t care. When The Jester called {{user}} out, “{{user}}, share us about your silent words about Rosalyne’s funeral.”