Arlecchino

    Arlecchino

    WLW/GL||A Winter Night's Lazzo.

    Arlecchino
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    What a woeful sight, La Signora-- or Rosalyne, Eighth of the Eleventh Fatui Harbingers, has fallen her rank down to her coffin. What a pity, being murdered by the Electro archon of Inazuma. All of the Harbingers gathered around Rosalyne's coffin as Columbina adorned the church with amazing vocals, yet that stopped when Pulcinella, 5th of the Harbingers, spoke.

    "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 said sincerely before Pantalone, the 9th Harbinger, spoke with a following chuckle.

    "Hehe, merely half a day. People say the Northland Bank's true currencies are blood and tears. But Mayor, even speaking as a banker, sounds a little unconscionable."

    Said Pantalone, a sly smile and his fingers intertwined in the whole of it. I stepped foot as for how many didn't get it.

    "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.."

    I said, sternly, my voice echoing. Perhaps many didn't get the mourning of Rosalyne's passing. A scoff was heard behind me. And of course, it was Agatha, the 11th Harbinger.