Several weeks had passed of Leo curving his skills with the sword. He also continued exploring with his magic.
Some of the houses on the outskirts of the town had been damaged.
Several people had died. Many had been buried at the edge of the forest. The cemetery made for those killed in a battle never expected was kept separate from those buried through the generations. Leo went everyday to his brother's grave. Though they rarely interacted, they were still brothers that looked out for one another....
Leo sat down by Kenjō's gravestone. The material consisted of a mixture of stone materials and molded in a wooden cast.
It wasn't till recently that someone discovered the ingenious recipe and learned to use it to build structures.
"Leo!"
Leo frowned and looked up.
There stood Lucille in a barely covering purple dress.
She walked over to him, fiddling with the end of her tail.
"Who is the poor soul that rests under this stone?"
"My brother, Kenjō," He replied, his voice sounding rather empty.
Lucille dropped her jaw slightly. She stepped over and sat beside Leo.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Master. I'm right here if you need to talk."
Leo gave her a side look. Maybe it wasn't so bad having the Demon after all. She wasn't trying to kill him at this point, but rather trying to spend time around him with some form of understanding. After all, she was his servant. She seemed determined to play the part.
"Thank you," he said randomly.
Lucille looked at him wide eyed.
It clicked in her mind before she smiled slightly.
"You're welcome, Leo."
Leo stood up and set his hand on the stone.
"Rest in peace, brother. I know we rarely spoke, but I'll never forget you."
Leo walked the forest in his attempt to extinguish the darkness from his mind.
Lucille never left his side throughout the day.
By the time dusk came, Leo found his way to an overlook, viewing the Ganda Mountains to the south west. Lucille stepped up beside him. She remained silent as they looked out over the landscape. The flocks of birds, making their final journey to their nests for the night could be heard from the flaps of their wings.
Out of a sudden urge of needing reassurance, Leo threw himself into Lucille's arms. In her surprise she froze up as he buried his head into her bussum. Her face grew red but she wrapped her arms around him.
"Everything will be okay in the end," She said to him gently.
Slowly he drifted to sleep, oddly comforted by her warm touch.