You don't even want to call me godfather

Just then, Elizaveta, in her pajamas, quietly appeared at the door of the study and called his name tentatively.

"What's wrong, Elizaveta?"

Koshe opened his eyes that had just been closed, sat up from the bed, and looked at Elizaveta who was standing at the door.

"Um...can we talk?"

Elizaveta looked a little reserved, as if she had something to say.

"Of course," Koshe saw at a glance that she wanted to talk and sneaked out of the room, so he simply got up from the bed and pulled out a blanket from under the folding bed, "Sichan is still resting upstairs, let's go to the door and talk."

Chapter 33 Facing the Stars

It was late at night, and March in Syracuse was warm enough that one would not catch a cold even if one sat outside in pajamas.

Koshe and Elizaveta sat together on the steps at the door of the mansion, with clean blankets under them.

The two looked at the night sky without saying a word.

"How's the matter with the Art Academy going?"

After a long time, it was Koshe who took the initiative to bring up the topic and broke the silent atmosphere.

“I found a college close to here and thanks to the Koshe family crest, they gave me an interview.”

It seemed that Elizaveta was not used to thanking people and she acted a little awkwardly.

"I think you should pass."

Koshe said.

"Because of Koshe's status, even the dean of that academy personally participated in the interview," Elizaveta nodded and continued, "Maybe it's because I studied dance for a few years before, and I still remember some dance steps. Although they are rusty, I barely passed the interview... Of course, it may also be because of the family emblem."

"Syracuse is a country with a very rich artistic heritage, and the people in these art academies attach great importance to art. Those respected deans cannot be bought with a family crest," Koshe smiled and waved his hand, encouraging Elizaveta in disguise. "It is true that the opportunity for the interview was obtained by relying on the family crest of the Cascade family, but if you can get in just by relying on the family crest, there is no need for the interview. Passing the interview depends entirely on Elizaveta's own strength."

"really?"

Elizaveta turned her head and looked at Koshei beside her.

"Really, I can assure you."

Koshe also turned his head and looked at Elizaveta. After a few seconds, the latter looked up at the night sky again.

She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths.

Koshe knew that this was not the topic she wanted to talk about.

"Do you miss home?" After a while, Koshei spoke again, "You left Ursus and your well-fed aristocratic family to live in a country like mine that is not developed. I guess you must be very uncomfortable."

"That's not true," Elizaveta shook her head and denied it. "I'm not the kind of person who can't live without a rich life. Rather, the biggest feeling that Ursus brought me was bondage. But in Syracuse, although it's only been a few days, I have enjoyed the freedom that I haven't experienced for a long time... I don't know why, here, I feel relaxed, but..."

As soon as she relaxed, she recalled the life that had long since left her, and recalled... her mother.

Elizaveta hesitated and didn't say this.

But Koshe seemed to sense something from her hesitation.

"My father once told me this," Koshei suddenly pointed to the night sky and said meaningfully, "Look at those stars. Our deceased ancestors are watching us from those stars."

"I vaguely remember... my mother told me the same thing when I was a child," Elizaveta looked at the stars in the night sky with some nostalgia and couldn't help but smile a little, "She said that every star in the sky represents a person who has passed away."

"Whenever you feel lonely, just think about it. Your deceased ancestors are always watching you from heaven," Koshe said, seeming to be a little selfless. "And your mother must also be watching you and guiding you."

……

Late at night, an unusual noise was heard in a cemetery in Syracuse, like something turning over the soil.

After a long time, a figure walked out from the depths of the cemetery. His steps were staggering, but he seemed to be moving slowly in a clear direction.

The sleepy gravekeeper at the cemetery gate was awakened by the strange noise. He raised his lantern, stood up from his post, and squinted his eyes to see the source of the sound.

But when he saw the figure walking out from the depths of the cemetery and the mud on that figure, he stood there in a daze as if he had seen a ghost and let the figure walk past him.

When the gravekeeper came to his senses, he was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He turned back suddenly, but could no longer see the figure. Only the muddy footprints left on the ground told him that what had just happened was not his illusion.

Entry point to Syracuse.

The immigration administrator rubbed his eyes, which had dark circles due to lack of sleep, and flipped through the book he was carrying. Suddenly, the surveillance camera in front of him sounded an alarm that something had been detected.

He stood up and looked outside the sentry post, but he only saw a black shadow that broke through the defense line of the entry point at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and disappeared into the dark wilderness in an instant.

The whole process took no more than five seconds. If it weren't for the alarm that was still beeping, the administrator would have suspected that he had seen it wrong.

The speed at which the black shadow moved was simply beyond the reach of a normal human being.

That night, there were two more people in Syracuse who couldn't sleep all night.

Chapter 34: Resurrection of the Dead

Early in the morning, a troop carrier with the Ursus emblem printed on it stopped at the border of Syracuse.

"Hey!"

A young girl with red eyes jumped out of the car, turned around and stretched out her hands towards the car.

"Be careful, Sonia, this big guy is still a bit heavy."

A grenade launcher was lifted out of the car. A red-eyed girl named Sonia held its bottom and, with the help of the people inside, slowly placed it on the ground.

A girl with brown eyes came out next. She raised her hand and stroked her chin, looking at the grenade launcher.

"Although we often use it in training, we never seem to have carried it ourselves, and the weight was a bit unexpected."

The brown-eyed girl commented.

"Alina! Can you please stop gossiping and help me carry the luggage!" Just as Sonia with red eyes and Alina with brown eyes were staring at the grenade launcher, another head popped out of the car, "How can I carry three people's luggage by myself!"

I saw a girl with blue eyes carrying three large suitcases out of the carriage, complaining all the time.

As soon as she got off the vehicle, the troop carrier immediately started its engine and drove in the direction it came from.

"Well, who knew that the three of us new recruits would be suddenly notified to be transferred to Syracuse for military support," Sonia with red eyes shrugged, looking as if it had nothing to do with her. "And we were leaving that evening. Time was tight, so we had to stuff everything into the box. I'm sorry, Talina."

"Huh... Instead of talking about this, let's think about how we should move these things next." Talina with blue eyes put the suitcase on the ground, put her hands on her hips, and looked back at the troop carrier. "According to international practice, troop carriers from other countries are not allowed to enter the country. In other words, we may have to carry these things on foot into Syracuse and look for the one that Duke Alisa mentioned... what's that thing called..."

"Koshe Cascade," the brown-eyed Arina reminded, "According to Duke Alisa, he seems to be the supreme leader of the country of Syracuse. Duke Alisa should have told him that we would be coming. Perhaps we can ask the manager of the entry point?"

"Speaking of this..." Sonia pointed at the entry gate behind her and said, "Didn't you notice that there was a big hole in the cordon at the Syracuse entry gate?"

After Sonia's reminder, Alina and Talina also noticed the broken railing at the entry gate, which looked like it was broken by something.

"And we didn't see the manager at the sentry post..." Alina stroked her chin, pretending to think, and analyzed, "It looks like something happened not long ago, maybe the day before we came, or maybe even longer, but my intuition tells me that it can't be a good thing."

"Hey - don't scare me, Alina." Talina's body trembled, as if she thought of something terrible. She glanced at Alina with disgust, and then showed her optimistic attitude, "Well, standing here is not a good idea. Instead of imagining it, why not go and see it for yourself."

Having said this, Talina took the lead and walked towards the entry gate before Alina and Sonia could react.

"Talina, wait!"

"stop!"

Just as Alina was about to stop them, she heard an angry shout and a group of people suddenly appeared on both sides of the entrance. In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen pistols were pointed at the heads of the three of them.

Talina subconsciously raised her hands to the side of her head. She turned her head tremblingly and looked at the two people who were also confused.

……

"Boom boom boom!"

"Dong dong dong dong!"

A rapid knock on the door woke Koshei from his sleep.

After chatting with Elizaveta last night, they returned to their respective rooms, and he fell asleep as soon as he returned to the study.

Koshe sat up, and the hound pup beside the bed disappeared into the shadows. He rubbed his eyes, which had become dry from just waking up, left the study, walked to the front door of the mansion, and opened it.

"Godfather! You have to come see this!"

I saw Loft standing at the door in a panic, holding the door with one hand and breathing heavily. It was obvious that he had run all the way here.

With doubts, Koshei was led by Loft to run a long distance in a dazed state.

It was not until they arrived at the cemetery and looked at the eye-catching words above their heads that Koshei suddenly came to his senses.

"This morning, the gravekeeper of the cemetery contacted me out of the blue," Loft turned around and looked at Koshei, "He said he saw someone who shouldn't be there."

"Ghost... I saw it..." Koshe looked over Loft's shoulder and looked at the gravekeeper. At this moment, the gravekeeper was sitting next to the flower bed, muttering something. Suddenly, he raised his head and stared at Koshe, "I saw it! Godfather, I am very sure that I saw the deceased!"

"The deceased?" Koshe was startled. He did not doubt the truth of what the gravekeeper said. On the contrary, the first figure that appeared in his mind was Destiny. He frowned slightly, walked in front of the gravekeeper, lowered his head and looked at him, "Tell me the details."

"Last night... no, it should be this morning, I was doing my job as a gravekeeper as usual, but just... just... probably..."

"...I think it would be more intuitive for you, Godfather, to see it with your own eyes."

Seeing that the gravekeeper had begun to become incoherent, Loft interrupted him and made a suggestion to Koshe.

Under Loft's leadership, Koshe came to the depths of the cemetery.

They had passed the Cascade family cemetery on the way and were heading deeper.

The thought about Destiny was abandoned by Koshe at this moment, because a more shocking idea came into his mind.

"We're here, Godfather," Loft stopped in front of an unmarked tombstone. "This is an unmarked tomb. We don't know the identity of the person in this tomb."

"..." Koshe was stunned. He looked at the tombstone in front of him. The land in front of the tombstone was turned over, as if the grave had been dug up. He shook his head and said to himself, "No... This is impossible. This is impossible..."

Koshei held the back of his head with one hand, took a step back in disbelief, and then began to pace back and forth.

The owner of this tomb was an old friend who died a long time ago, and he buried it himself.

Died in his hands.

"Godfather, you..." Loft seemed to be hesitant to speak. Of course, he could see Koshe's attitude, but looking at Koshe's state, he hesitated for a long time before asking, "Do you... know something?"

"...Yes, about the ghost that the gravekeeper talked about, about the owner of this tomb...I know who he is..." Koshe stopped pacing, he looked like he had lost his soul, he exhaled and sighed, "He is... Providence."

Chapter 35 Heavy Troops

As Koshe and Loft stood in front of Providence's tomb, staring at each other in silence, another cadre came up to them.

"godfather……"

The cadre approached Koshei and whispered something in his ear.

Koshei looked at the cadre, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

"Loft, please keep an eye on Providence for me. Don't let go of any witnesses, traces, or clues you can find," he assigned Loft a task, then turned around and followed the cadre out. "I'll go take care of other things first, and we'll discuss this later."

"Yes, Godfather."

Loft nodded, but after Koshe left, he himself scratched the back of his head cluelessly.

Things like the resurrection of the dead were indeed beyond his comprehension.

……

At the entrance to Syracuse, under the leadership of the cadres, Koshei arrived at the checkpoint where foreign enemies broke in.

"I've already said it, we're really not invaders!"

From a distance, Koshe saw several short figures surrounded by a dozen gangsters and pointed at with guns.

Thanks to his super sensory abilities, he was able to see the racial characteristics of those figures at a glance.

"Okay, these are my guests," he quickly stepped forward, pressed a member of the gang on the shoulder, and signaled them to relax their guard. "Don't make things difficult for them. This scene is scary."

"Godfather," seeing Koshei speak, the gang members put away their guns, and the gang member whose shoulder was held down by him lowered his head hastily, "Sorry, we didn't know that."

"It's okay. I didn't do a good job of handing over the work. It's not your fault." Koshe raised his hand and patted his shoulder. "I am very pleased with your spirit. But next time you encounter such a situation, it's better to inform me in advance."

"Yes, understand."

The gang member nodded, exchanged glances with the other gang members, and everyone wisely dispersed.

"Then," after everyone had left, Koshei turned his attention back to the three girls in front of him, "You should be the one Duke Alisa mentioned..."

"Ursus Heavy Force, number AGS-30 grenade launcher, affiliated with the strategic forces." Alina, the most serious of the three girls, took a step forward and saluted Koshei. "Alina, Talina, Sonia, report to you, sir, please give the order."