A few days later, Godfrey stood beside his mother in a suit, along with hundreds upon hundreds of people, all bringing flowers to the monument set up to honour the Vagabonds who had lost their lives during the fight.
The sun was exceptionally bright today in Paradise, and Godfrey watched as the Elite Class, one by one, went up to lay flowers in honour of their squad members.
"Won’t you go?" Valentina asked him softly.
Godfrey remained silent for a while. "Everyone will be watching, and it would feel like I’m being judged. They all died because I was tracked."
Valentina responded with a gentle smile. "Is that so? They didn’t die because you were tracked, but because they chose to fight for a member of their cohort. If you can’t go alone, then go with me."
As she spoke, Valentina entwined her fingers with his and slowly led him up the grand staircase. Godfrey’s head remained tilted downward.
"You feel for their families, that’s good. You’re just like your father. Do you know he wouldn’t eat if a member of his team died in a dungeon? Sometimes, he even lost a limb trying to save them," Valentina whispered as they climbed higher.
"I too was hailed as a doctor who had never lost a patient. Then the fateful day came, and there was nothing I could do, despite my efforts for hours. Like you, I couldn’t raise my head."
Valentina smiled as though she could see her past self. "For days, it felt like I was a failure. But much later, I realized that my actions were a blatant disregard for the lives I had saved. They had meaning. It’s just that sometimes we lift the bad over the good, and at times, it feels like there wasn’t even any good at all."
Valentina released Godfrey’s hand and gently caressed his back as they reached the top.
The Vagabond Cohort were among the few who could venture into the outside world to raid dungeons, scout for other humanoids, and protect Paradise from external threats. They were well respected in Paradise, which was why a great number of people had gathered for the burial of so many of them.
After paying his final respects, Godfrey began to descend with his mother. This time, she lifted his chin with one finger.
"Lift your chin."
Godfrey’s eyes met the hundreds standing below. It was an intimidating sight, considering the circumstances, but he clenched his teeth and endured the pressure.
While descending, he saw Isshin appear out of thin air.
"It’s the captain!"
"The captain is here!"
The crowd reacted to Arian’s presence as he emerged from his Oni Ronin and climbed the staircase.
He patted Godfrey’s chest. "You did good. We would have lost Thalia and Arden if not for you."
His words eased the tension slightly. As Arian descended, Isshin glanced at Godfrey and offered a soft nod.
If there was one thing Godfrey had discovered during his time in Paradise, it was that summons weren’t just tools for survival. They were companions. They had emotions and personalities, but most of that was blurred because the school usually permitted their freedom only when they were meant to fight.
It was as if they were being bred to become nothing but warriors.



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