Vabaaga country
Varog City:
People around him were wearing black colored dresses, at least having a black handkerchief to show their sorrow, as it was a tradition in Vabaaga to come to the funeral with a black colored dress.
The vast number of people attending the funeral was much more than expected.
He didn’t expect these many people.
Maybe it was because of the person who had died.
A prince…
A prince had passed away.
Not just any other Prince.
A Prince of Vabaaga.
A Raaga.
Another Prince died within a year after Prince Zed Raaga’a death.
It was quite tragic for the Vabaaga’s royal family, the Raagas. Or, that was what the people thought anyway.
Ziyou watched how many of the ministers bowed down in respect to Prince Hedek Raaga’s coffin and how many remained stiff, forcing th
