The Marching of the Dead

—Sirilla— 

 I looked at the small little ones who are sleeping peacefully in their crib. Althea gently put the curtains that are made into nylon, it's more like a mosquito net. She turned to me and smile. 

"It's painful?" I asked her. 

"Yes, very much. But I don't have to suffer for months to bear these little ones. They just grow fast and come out fast." She smiled. 

"Aren't you worried?" She asked again. 

"About what?" 

"Worried about this war and might not be able to be with your little ones when you fail?" 

 She pressed her lips and watched the triplets sleep peacefully. 

"I am worried. But I can always reincarnate again or watch them over from the above or wherever I will go." She answered. "They will be fine. They will be protected. But it's Lancelot. I know that he loves me so much and it hurts me seeing him hurt." 

"Did Davin tell you?"