"Main God as witness! Montezuma Xocoyotzin, this is Great Chief Yuchi's corpse?"
"Yes... Priest Elder Xolotl. After identification by the captives, he is the Tlatoani of the Mixtec, Great Chief Yuchi!..."
Three days had already passed since the arrival of the Royal Tent's envoy, Priest Elder Xolotl. And that funeral meant to pacify the remaining Mixtec forces and divide their hearts had ended yesterday as well. The Western Route Army had gathered up all the corpses of the Mixtec warriors, and at last found Great Chief Yuchi's remains. And when the corpse of this "Mixtec God-descendant" was revealed from beneath the white cloth, it meant that the conquered Mixtec tribes had completely lost the only leader capable of gathering their hearts, and no longer had any possibility of rising again...
"Montezuma Xocoyotzin, we are close in age, and your younger brother, Little Cuitlahuac, also calls me 'teacher'... So you may call me 'elder brother'!"
"Mm, Xolotl... elder brother, look! This corpse's teeth are intact in the way unique to God-descendants. The markings on his face are also the most honored Cloud Pattern of the Mixtec..."
Hearing Xolotl's words, the Western Route Army's deputy commander, Montezuma Xocoyotzin—Montezuma II—hesitated slightly, then called him "elder brother" in a low voice, though there was little sign of closeness in his manner. At this moment, he merely pointed with a sighing expression at the middle-aged warrior's corpse laid on the white cloth, looking at the blue wave-like Cloud Pattern on the other man's face. He lamented this Mixtec God-descendant's heroic death in battle, praising and sighing over him from the heart.
"Main God as witness! According to a squad of warriors in the army, when they saw that this 'Mixtec Noble Chief' had exquisite Leather Armor and more than a dozen close followers guarding him