>Tell Hisashi his wife is a spirit, and that she's probably going to be visiting him soon.
>Try to talk with the Yasudas a bit more.
>The business connections are still around, you could rub elbows with them still.
>(Write-in)

Before you left the kitsunes, you wondered about allowing Ayane to babysit Ryko and Shizuku while you remained in Centria.

>Tell them that Ayane would be free to babysit their kits. Your kitsune wife would likely be stoked to relive taking care of another baby. (Ayane won't be available as often while in Centria this week, but she and your fox-tailed in-laws will be grateful)
>Eisho and Ai definitely had other options for babysitting children. They would've said otherwise if not, right?
>(Write-in)

The casket, now full of memories, was fully lowered into the grave and buried in tandem with the setting sun.

When there was no light left in the horizon, the airship once again blew its horn. This time it lasted for a few minutes, making a few of your wives wince.

And so the funeral ends, and every family goes their separate ways.

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As dinner was being held in Cinnamon Inn, you and your wives spoke about the adventures you had this morning, with even Yumi contributing. Gerty, Cattleya, and Bertha apparently had a small adventure of their own today as they got challenged by some B-Ranks in the Adventurer's Guild in a test of strength. Both teams fought a captured rock golem in a small arena owned by the guild— though with the combined strength of Gerty, Cattleya, and Berta meant that they had an easy win in defeating the monster.

With stories being shared and the usual chaos happening, you all went to sleep soon after lying down.

The next day came up with an optimism that was hardly matched. Yesterday's events seemed to have helped Ayane find some reconciliation with her mother while growing closer to you. Despite the grim nature of funerals and mourning, there was an underlying essence of hope.

And so you decided to go out into the Inn's balcony to get some fresh air while watching the sun rise.

"Letter for John Doe! Letter for John Doe!" A familiar chime graced your ears, and a figure you'd seen often before lands close to you. "Letter and inquiry for the Savant Lord!"

"Eulia." You said, then extended your hand in expectation of a letter. None came, however.

"Savant Lord John Doe! QuestionfromtheFastwingCompany!" She said, invading your personal space once more. "What is your mansion called!"

"Don't you guys already have that covered?" You asked.

"Yes! Everything is covered! Wehaveasystemtoeveryting! Everything!" She stretched out her wings and craned her neck in the way only a bird-woman could. "But!" She takes a deep breath and chirped the following:

"WewanttoconfirmiftheSavantLordwantedittobecalledOceanviewornotbecauseourpolicy-"