A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

She placed the lantern aside, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at Bray.

A hint of curiosity flickered across his pale face.

“…” Bray remained silent for a long time.

"So you're going to be replaced soon?"

“Of course not,” Mira said with a smile.

"Our term as gravekeepers seems to be quite long."

"Is that so..." These words relieved a heavy burden in Bray's heart.

"People have always said that you disturbed the peace of the cemetery, but this time, you have protected that peace instead."

"The 'Wandering Tomb' was crowded with the dead, and quite noisy."

Mira lowered her eyes and spoke softly.

In the battle between the Underworld and the Graveyard, no matter who wins, the other side will collapse.

Just like now, the cemetery has stabilized, while the underworld has become incredibly chaotic.

If order were restored in the underworld, the cemetery would be in chaos.

It might not even be as simple as just being chaotic—

Instead, it simply disappeared completely from Capras.

At that time, the tomb keeper will naturally disappear as well.

However, Mira didn't tell Bray these things because she felt it was unnecessary.

She's still here, so there's no need to say such things since she hasn't disappeared.

At this moment, all you need to do is enjoy this brief moment of peace.

“Miss Mira, you won’t disappear, right?” Bray looked down, gazing intently at her exquisite, doll-like face.

“Didn’t I just say a minute ago that I’m not going to just disappear like that?” Mira patted the tree roots next to her, and Bray sat down as well.

Bray then sat down next to Mira.

"I am the guardian of the grave, an immortal being."

"I might not disappear even when you die of old age."

"That's great. Maybe one day I'll feel down and go to the cemetery to find you." Bray closed his eyes, savoring the hard-won peace.

"Welcome, but please come in through the same entrance you've always used."

“I don’t want you to come in as a dead man without saying a word.” Mira’s cold hand touched Bray’s face.

Unlike his own body temperature, Bray's face was warm.

“I’ll try,” Bray replied helplessly.

He couldn't guarantee that he would survive until tomorrow in this chaotic world.

But since the gravedigger has made this request, I should try to get some help myself.

After a short while, heavy breathing could be heard beside Mira.

Bray is asleep.

"Asleep...?" Mira looked at Bray's sleeping face and smiled gently.

Yes, he must be very tired.

So Mira sat silently next to Bray, doing nothing but sitting. A man in a dark blue coat stood in front of Mira and Bray.

At this moment, Bray had already fallen into a deep sleep.

This is probably the only place where Bray can sleep soundly as if he were at home.

However, Mira wasn't asleep, so she naturally saw the man.

"Did you come all this way just to see him, knowing he was coming?" Mira raised her eyelids and sized up the man.

This person, who had long since died, exists in the "Wandering Tomb" in a strange way.

He was Betley, the shaman who was killed by the Golden Seed two years ago.

“After all, it’s this guy. It’s not too much for me to take a look, is it?” Betley shrugged.

"You know, I could disappear at any time, so seeing acquaintances is a matter of fate," he said nonchalantly about his impending disappearance.

The deceased in the "Wandering Tomb" were originally wandering aimlessly until they found their final destination.

Or you'll reach the end right from the start, facing the reality of your disappearance from the world.

Even those who observe the precepts must abide by this rule, unless the soul exists in another form.

The best example is the heroic spirits in the Hall of the Great Enemy of God.

However, Betley is not a Heroic Spirit, so he should have disappeared completely from the world long ago.

However, it seemed as if fate was playing a cruel joke on Beattie.

The day he died was the day the Silver Race marched in, and the day the World Wall was shaken.

From that time on, the Yellow Springs and the cemetery became entangled.

Of course, the root cause of this conflict lies in Dizoca's covert manipulation.

This contradiction prevented him from disappearing from the world completely.

"I also wanted to die sooner, but I never expected the master of the underworld to cause trouble for no reason."

There are many interpretations of Dizoka. Although the title refers to the lord of the underworld, it is not wrong to say that He is the master of the netherworld.

Compared to the "Wandering Tomb", the Yellow Springs is actually the real underworld.

That is, if Dizoca were around.

Without "Lord of the Underworld, Dizoka", the Underworld is far less effective than "Wandering Tomb".

In any case, the cemetery was specifically designed by Capra to deal with excess souls, and it's certainly better than the abandoned underworld.

"Aren't you going to leave him anything?" Mira's cool voice rang in Betley's ears.

"Hey, hey, hey, do you spoil him so much? You even help him ask a dead person like me for things," Beatrix said irritably.

"Honestly, the rules of the 'Wandering Tomb' are full of loopholes."

Although he kept saying that Mira spoiled Bray too much, Beatrix himself still dutifully pulled something out of his coat.

“Even though we’re all dead, I still have the concept of ‘physical entity’ in the cemetery.”

"At the very least, it should be as meticulous as the Yellow Springs to be a large-scale waste disposal center." Betley tossed the things in his hand into Bray's arms.

The "Wandering Tomb" has countless flaws; at least Betley has discovered quite a few in the past two years.

The dead should not be allowed to bring any physical objects into the cemetery.

Even if someone dies and is in a cemetery, dressed in clothes and carrying weapons, they will not be taken out of the cemetery.

But that's where the problem lies.

If someone is extraordinary and enters the cemetery alive, they can actually be taken out.

There is such an exception right before our eyes, named Blakelas.

"I advise you, 'Wandering Tomb,' to hurry up and fix this problem."

"Otherwise, the balance of matter and energy would be impossible to explain." The more secrets Betley knew, the more he wanted to complain.

Often, it's better when knowledge is mysterious.

There's been so much research that we keep finding various inconsistencies in the rules.

For example, was the pocket watch that Beatrix gave to Bray actually on his corpse, or did it just appear out of nowhere in the cemetery?

"I understand. You asked me if the big tree behind me would fix this bug, right?" Mira nodded, naturally shifting the blame to the silent tree.

Mira picked up the pocket watch that had been thrown at Bray and gently placed it in his arms.

“Sleeping so soundly, you wouldn’t even know who’s dead.” Mira couldn’t help but look at Bray with amusement.

"But is it alright? This pocket watch must be very important to you, right?"

"This thing, which I don't know how the 'Wandering Tomb' was copied, can just be given away."

“Besides, I’ve already taken the most important photos inside.” Betley grinned.

When he was dealing with people who weren't cult members, he was surprisingly a very cheerful person.

He would only burst into a morbid laugh when he occasionally saw the dead of cult members visiting him.

Aside from that, he's a very good person.

"How do you use this?" Mira asked.

“It will naturally be useful when you’re about to die,” Beatrix explained casually.

"This is a really simple and crude tool."

"What might be useless to others could be a lifesaver for him." He chuckled, not wanting to continue discussing the pocket watch.

“Not finishing your sentence isn’t a good habit,” Mira said expressionlessly.

Mila's lack of expression doesn't mean she's unhappy; it's simply that smiling is tiring.

"You're the same in this respect."

"Can the 'Wandering Tomb' truly hold out until the day Blakeras dies?"

“This place isn’t much better than the Underworld. If Dizoca still wants to do something…” Beatrix and Mira exchanged glances.

Since Dizoca can create more than a hundred Deathbringers, he can certainly create another hundred or so after his energy is restored.

The killers of that time would probably be much more powerful, far more terrifying than the ones that can be easily wiped out by just a few people now.

Moreover, at that time, Dizoka would not simply create the dead to cause the cemetery to collapse; he would take more complicated measures.

“Of course.” Mira nodded.

"He was some kind of idiot who got thrown into the underworld for no reason, then caused a huge scene and saved me," she murmured, touching Bray's face.

"You're really confident in him, but I'm just as confident in him."

Indeed, he used all the backup plans he had laid out before he died.

In reality, he still left the world with a mess.

When a person who is unlikely to die actually dies, it means that the influence of the will of Kapras becomes increasingly weak.

Two years have passed, and so many Black Iron species have survived well, which has far exceeded Betley's expectations.

"Let's go, let's go. I don't want this guy to open his eyes and see me."

"Is there anything to be taboo about?" Mira tilted her head in confusion.

There are no taboos.

"I just don't want him to see me."

“But I’ve done a lot of lousy things that would make him punch me, and I’m afraid he’ll kill me if he sees me.” Betley turned around, waved goodbye to Mira, and left to keep the other dead company.

The person who feels guilty is often more likely to want to back away than the other person.

"Walk slowly, don't get lost," Mira said sternly to Bray, who had already walked some distance.

Bray will eventually have to leave.

Even if he could stay in this "wandering tomb" for a long time, such a place is not suitable for the living.

This must be the place where the dead rest.

“I’ve been here many times, I won’t get lost.” After saying that, Bray’s figure disappeared into the dense forest.

This time, he wasn't thrown into some strange place again, and he'll probably be able to go home soon.

It's so good to be home.

Because she had laughed so many times before, Mira's mouth is now a little stiff and she can't move it.

But she still poked the corner of her mouth with her finger, making a smiling face.