In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

It was precisely in the instant she looked up at him and their eyes met that Luo Wei also took in her entire appearance.

His gaze sharpened slightly.

What he saw was indeed a face identical to Artoria's, a face belonging to King Arthur, though it was possible for someone other than King Arthur to possess that face.

After all, this is the legendary "one-faced sage," also known as the "Takeuchi face."

This is a Type-Moon specialty; you absolutely have to try it.

"Who...who are you? No outsiders are allowed to enter here without Master's permission..."

Although startled by the sudden appearance of the figure in the darkness, and involuntarily taking a few steps back, Grey mustered her courage and spoke to Rowe after regaining her composure.

However, Lo Wei did not answer. Instead, he stared at her face and began to examine how she differed from the King Arthur he had seen before.

If you only look at their appearance, they are indeed identical, but Gray's gentle temperament is quite different from Artoria's humanoid tyrannosaurus.

Upon seeing the little girl, Lowe couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. After all, Grey was one of his targets on this trip, and he never expected to run into her so soon after arriving. It was truly an unexpected bonus for him...

"Um... can't you hear me?"

Feeling uneasy under Rowe's gaze, Grey tugged at her hood to cover her face and said weakly, "Please leave quickly, stranger. Strangers are not allowed in this cemetery."

As she spoke, she pointed in a direction and nervously reminded him, "If you get lost, I can lead you down the mountain. In any case, you'd better leave quickly before you anger your master and the villagers!"

Grey spoke anxiously, her voice filled with worry.

This place is forbidden; only the current gravedigger is allowed to enter. Strangers who trespass will anger the villagers, and they might do terrible things in response to such desecration of the land and the spirits of the dead. Kind-hearted Grey doesn't want to see Rowe hurt, so she wants to get him away before they are discovered.

"I see..."

Sensing Grey's inner thoughts, Lowe smiled slightly; he understood Grey's purpose in doing so.

It's because they're worried about getting hurt...

It seems that even though the stranger's behavior is suspicious, the other party still cares about me with goodwill.

This girl named Grey is such a kind child.

Luo Wei was also very happy about this small act of kindness.

"that……"

Seeing that Rowe still hadn't followed, Grey, who was about to take him away, hurriedly turned around, about to say something.

"Pat-pat-pat—"

However, at that moment, the sound of flapping wings suddenly came from the forest not far away, and then dozens of crows flew out of the forest with a thud.

"...Hmm, so many crows...Are they familiars? But they do fit the current environment quite well. After all, when you think of cemeteries and graveyards, you can't help but think of the dead and crows. The two seem to be bound together."

Looking at the many crows flying out of the woods, Lowe seemed thoughtful, then smiled and asked the anxious Grey, "Hey, Grey, do you know why this is?"

"Huh? What did you say?"

The sudden question startled Grey slightly.

Why are crows always associated with cemeteries?

"Because crows can carry souls."

Before Grey could answer, an extremely old and deep voice responded to Rowe's question. Then, at the spot where the crow had flown out, a black figure appeared out of nowhere.

Luo Wei glanced sideways at the tall old man walking towards them.

In the pitch-black night, even the light of a lantern couldn't make out his face. He was shrouded in darkness, an aura of death like the evening dew enveloping him, devoid of any sign of life. It was the scent of someone who had dealt with death constantly, like the scent of Euryphus. Only, the aura of death emanating from this old man was far more intense and terrifying than that from Euryphus.

"Grey, hurry back. I'll take care of this guest."

The old man glanced warily at the uninvited guest before him, then called out to Gray in a serious tone. His aged eyes were not cloudy; instead, they were filled with vigilance and killing intent. His broad hands were already tightly gripping a huge one-handed axe under his cloak, ready to strike down on Rowe's head should he make any unusual move.

"Um... Master... I..."

Upon seeing the old man, Grey immediately tensed up. Her gaze darted back and forth between the old man and Rowe, clearly worried that her master might have killed an innocent person like Rowe.

"Ugh……"

Upon seeing Grey's naiveté, the old man let out a helpless sigh.

After all, unless someone was deliberately searching, who would venture into the deep mountains and forests at night, especially into forbidden territory, and come into contact with Gray, who served as the vessel? More importantly, his aura didn't leak out in the slightest; it was as if he were shrouded in something. Unless he used magic or spells, even the village's barrier didn't detect his entry. Even I only encountered him by chance when I came to visit Gray.

The person opposite him was clearly not an ordinary person; he had come with a purpose. If he hadn't come, and Grey had been deceived and abducted, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Thinking of the consequences of Grey's loss, the old man's tall body trembled, and he tightened his grip on the axe handle, his gaze toward Rowe becoming quite hostile.

He had to keep this stranger here today and get to the bottom of things, no matter what.

However, he told Grey that it was alright, and that he would verify the guest's background. If there were no problems, he would personally escort him away.

Although extremely nervous, trusting her master, the naive Grey nodded and actually left obediently. Before leaving, she reminded Rowe to be careful when he returned, which made Rowe both amused and exasperated.

Compared to this death-like old man, Grey is practically a little angel...

However, Rowe didn't say anything, nor did he expose the old man's plan to dismember him. He simply raised his hand to say goodbye to Grey and watched her leave.

So……

"Is it okay for you to deceive a child like this? Grey, she trusted you so much. And this gravedigger in front of me, who is about to tear me to pieces, I don't even know what to call him."

“You damned magician… This is not a place for you. And you seem to know a lot… You even know Grey’s name…”

The old man spoke in a low, hoarse voice. He had witnessed almost the entire incident. Although Grey hadn't given her name, this strange man had managed to summon it, which he found extremely unusual. He was also certain that this man's arrival was no accident, and that he must know some of the secrets about this place, so he absolutely could not be ignored.

"Magician, although I don't know where you got this information or what your purpose is, I warn you, Grey, she is definitely not someone you can mess with."

"You should have been killed here, but considering Gray's pleas, if you confess all your sources and pledge to never return, I'll spare your life!!"

His figure was like darkness, his voice like a cold wind echoing in the night, his words filled with indifference and unquestionable authority.

After Gray left, the enormous one-handed axe hidden beneath the cloak was revealed, reflecting a chilling, piercing light. Beneath the black robe, the blue light of magic circuits flickered faintly.

This is a warning.

If Luo Wei doesn't explain himself clearly, or if he continues to act recklessly, he will really kill him here today to maintain the peace of this land.

This is also his duty as a tomb keeper.

only……

"Grey's mentor? So you're the Great Gravekeeper of this generation?"

Faced with the chilling aura and threat, Luo Wei showed no fear. Instead, he calmly replied, "Hmm, quite a killing intent, and your strength seems considerable. But don't worry, I have no ill intentions this time..."

(Well, okay, maybe they really are here to cause trouble. After all, they're all ready to go head-to-head with your master and they want to steal your Holy Lance.)

(However, as long as I don't admit it, then it doesn't exist.)

"So, why don't we sit down and have a calm talk? As for what to talk about..." Looking at the old man's furrowed brows, Luo Wei smiled slightly and then spoke slowly.

"Let's talk about what you call the truth, and what you insist on. For example—"

[A king's corpse, a sacred tomb, an elaborate funeral, a return across time, or a story of futile effort? Let me tell you the story.]

"!!!"

As he listened to Luo Wei's unhurried narration, the old gravedigger's pupils suddenly contracted beneath his robes. His previously confident and cold gaze was completely shattered at this moment, and his eyes were filled with endless disbelief and... disbelief.

He couldn't understand why the young man in front of him would know all the secrets of this village.

In the next instant, without warning, the giant axe in his hand swung down heavily towards Luo Wei's body, producing a sharp whooshing sound.

'--brush!!'

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Chapter 113 Belsac Brakmoya

—Whoosh! !

It only took a single glance.

Before him, the cold axe blade, carrying terrifying force, swung down directly towards Luo Wei without warning, emitting a piercing sound as it cut through the air.

The moment Rowe finished speaking, the old gravedigger in front of him made his move. He gripped the huge one-handed axe in his hand and swung it at the magician who knew too many secrets, intending to first incapacitate him so that he could then capture him and interrogate him to find out what was going on.

"Um……"

However, the young man standing in front of him seemed to have been prepared all along. When facing the huge axe blade that the old gravedigger swung down, Luo Wei only smiled slightly. His expression did not show any panic. He calmly watched the sudden change and then quickly reached out his fingers to peel off the thermos hanging on his waist just before the axe was about to hit.

"—Fervor mei sanguis (Boiling, my blood)."

next moment.

A short, familiar incantation was calmly uttered. Then, to the old gravedigger's astonishment, a silver light shot out from the thermos like a bolt of lightning, slicing straight through the dark night sky and reaching the very edge of his vision.

"what?!"

The sudden turn of events left the old tomb keeper wide-eyed, but all he heard was...

--puff!!

It was the sound of a sharp object piercing flesh, followed by the sound of blood dripping continuously, "drip, drip..."

boom!

The intense pain from the Moon Spirit Fluid piercing his arm caused the massive axe, about to be swung down, to involuntarily fall to the ground. The old gravedigger, who had been launching his attack mid-air, was forced to halt. He could only clutch his pierced right arm while watching with apprehension the young magician who had successfully anticipated his attack and launched a swift counterattack.

"Um...you guessed it all along and took precautions?" he asked.

"Well, more or less. After all, if you really wanted to send me away, you wouldn't have let Grey leave, would you?"

Lowe nodded, then calmly stated his opinion: "Old man, you just didn't want Grey to be exposed to too many horrific images, so you made her leave, right? Like, images of my limbs being cut off?"