Reincarnated as a Flower, Fine then I'll bloom my own way-Chapter 36 - 34: Farewell

I followed them, and Lunara trailed behind me, her smile lingering on her face. After a moment, we reached a group that included paradise knights, the mayor, and the Elder Elf.

The land was dotted with humans, bound tightly in ropes. I approached them, my gaze sweeping over their weary faces. The mayor noticed me and quickly made his way toward me.

"Lady Sumi...what should we do with these people?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

I looked towards the group of humans, and after a small pause, I closed my eyes. My voice was soft but firm as I responded. "Treat their wounds, give them food... Don't let them feel like outsiders."

The mayor heard what i day and smiled, nodding in acknowledgment. "Yes, Lady Sumi."

Bokkon approached from behind, his voice breaking the silence. "There are a total of 251 humans. Are we going to take them all?" he asked.

I turned to face him, my expression resolute. "Yes... Let them live peacefully. They weren't happy in their last home either because the king was a useless garbage," I said

Bokkon grinned, the corners of his lips lifting in amusement. "Well, it's like we'll kill, and we'll also save," he replied.

I turned away, walking towards the Elder Elf. He noticed me approaching and stood silently, his posture stoic.

"I'm sorry... I couldn't save your....granddaughter," I said, my voice tinged with regret.

The Elder Elf smiled, though it was faint. "No, Lady Sumi... my grand daughter's death has been avenged. Her soul can rest in peace now..." he answered, though I could see the sorrow lingering beneath his words.

I knew he was lying. The pain in his eyes spoke volumes, but for the sake of the other elves, he remained strong.

As evening fell and the sun began to set, everyone gathered in a field just outside the town. We stood in a wide circle, the air heavy with grief. In the center, a grave had been made from white rocks, marking the resting place of the female elf. White flowers surrounded the grave, their petals glowing faintly in the twilight.

Everyone held a white flower in their hands, bowing their heads in silence. Jekkob, Aurthor, Bokkon, and others were present in the circle as well.

I stood near the grave with the family of the female elf. Her parents clung to each other, tears flowing freely. The Elder Elf stood apart, silently gazing at the grave of his granddaughter.

I stepped forward slowly, raising my hand. A white flower appeared in my palm, and with a quiet breath, I placed it on top of the grave. I stepped back and bowed my head,

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One by one, the others kneeled and planted their flowers into the earth. The air was heavy with emotion as we paid our respects.

As the ceremony ended, everyone slowly stood and began to leave. I was about to turn away when I saw the Elder Elf sitting alone by the grave. He hadn't moved.

Though I longed to approach, I decided to leave him in solitude. The grief of loss could not be shared with mere words.

Later that night, the Elder Elf remained by the grave. The moonlight cast long shadows as he sat still in the silence. But the sound of footsteps broke the stillness. He looked over his shoulder and saw the mayor approaching.

"Fareo? What are you doing here at this hour?" the Elder asked, his voice soft.

"I should be asking that to you," the mayor replied, settling down beside him without another word.

They sat in silence for a while. Then the mayor spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "You sure loved her huh....."

The mayor looked at him, his face etched with empathy. "It's hard for old people like us when someone younger dies," he said, his voice full of sorrow.

The Elder Elf lowered his gaze, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"I know she won't come back now... but... she wouldn't want you to stay sad like this forever," the mayor added, his tone gentle.

The mayor reached over and pulled the Elder into a hug, his voice heavy with sadness. "But always remember that your brother here will always be beside you... It doesn't matter if our races are different. Our hearts are the same. We feel the pain of losing someone we love... And I'll feel that pain when I see you like this..."

Tears began to fall from the Elder Elf's eyes, his stoic façade crumbling under the weight of his grief. He clung to the mayor, finally releasing the tears he had held back for so long.

"You are such a sweet talker, you old dog," the Elder Elf muttered through his tears.

"Yeah, and you're such a crybaby, you old baby," the mayor replied with a chuckle.

The two of them smiled together, the weight of their shared sorrow lifting slightly in each other's company.

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I sat on a rooftop nearby, watching the two men from a distance. Lunara stand beside me, her gaze distant.

"I've never seen an Elf and a Beastman get along this well," Lunara remarked, her voice quiet with a hint of surprise.

I gave her a small smile, my eyes still fixed on the scene below. "Me neither," I replied softly.