People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

It seemed as if he was trying to wake up the person in the sarcophagus in this way.

"...Don't worry, Torrett, he'll be waking up soon."

The girl stretched out her white hand and gently stroked His mane.

Under her gentle soothing voice, the mysterious creature called Torret also stopped his actions.

But the tender little white hand that was stretched out was covered with hideous scars, as if it had been severely burned by something.

"...Torret, is this the person you have been looking for?"

Torret neighed, as if in response to the girl's question.

"...Yeah?"

The girl suddenly got off Torret's back, came to the coffin that had lost its stone cover, and stared at the person in the coffin for a long time.

Then he sat on the edge of the sarcophagus without hesitation, reached out and gently stroked the other person's face.

"...So warm. Torret, he feels so familiar to me, but...he doesn't seem to be the chosen one. Do you really want to choose him?"

The girl withdrew her gaze and turned back to ask Torret.

Torret snorted again, and this time there seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction.

In order to find this person, he searched for a long time and went to almost every place they could go with the girl before finally finding him here.

"I understand. Don't worry, Torret."

"Since he wasn't chosen to compete for the Elden Ring, we'll find a way to get him to pursue it...even if that decision goes against the Golden Rule."

The girl's voice was very soft and didn't sound very resolute, but her words were filled with an absolutely firm will, a will that could not be changed by anyone.

After that, the girl stared at the man sleeping in the sarcophagus for a long time, as if she wanted to remember his appearance.

Then he left, along with Torrett.

It transformed into a star-like azure fluorescent light and disappeared without a trace.

The flickering spiritual fire stopped, as if nothing had happened and no one had been there.

Time passed day by day, and no one knew how long it had been before the man in the sarcophagus finally woke up.

The fingers moved slightly, as if stimulated by a nerve reflex.

Slowly, his chest began to rise and fall as he regained his breath.

Then, a pair of eyes suddenly opened.

Those black eyes looked at the strange and old ceiling above his head. Suddenly, he sat up in shock in his dying illness, his face pale and gasping for breath, as if he had been frightened by something.

After a moment, his breathing gradually became smooth, his dilated pupils gradually returned to their original state, and his face gradually became rosy.

The shock was gone, but it was replaced by a sense of helplessness and bewilderment.

"...who I am?"

"...Where am I?"

"...What am I doing?"

Although his voice was still a little hoarse, as if it was because he had not spoken for many years, his voice gradually became clearer after he said the first sentence.

But even so, the confusion in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He had forgotten who he was and why he appeared in the coffin.

It felt like drinking all of Meng Po's soup, and the memories in my head were washed away, leaving only a blank white, and I couldn't remember anything.

I also feel that my brain is very dull and slow, and I don’t know what kind of experience I have gone through.

His brows furrowed, and he crossed his arms and thought carefully, as if trying to recall something.

Perhaps it was because of his efforts or something else, but a fragment suddenly emerged from his blank memory, followed by two, three, and more and more.

Finally, it all came flooding out of his brain like a tide.

His expression changed from shock to helplessness, and finally became calm again.

He had figured out who he was and remembered everything.

Reinhardt, the foolish apprentice of the witch Seren, and the Knight of Kalia who serves the [Moon Princess] Rani.

He confronted the Rhealukalia Magic Academy head-on, fought against the goddess Marika of the golden tree with all kinds of tricks, and finally fought two powerful demigods alone in Gaileed.

I have remembered everything.

Even the strength has returned and seems to have become stronger.

Reinhardt clenched his fists and looked down at his palms before coming to this conclusion. The endless power in his body was surging, and he could even mobilize this power easily now without any constraints.

There is no bloody plot of starting from scratch after resurrection, which is good news.

I just lay down for too long and my body is a little stiff. I think it will be better if I move around a little.

He subconsciously touched his waist again. The leather bag was still there, but his special pyroxene weapon "De" was gone.

I think Lani and the others must have taken it away during the burial, right?

This guess suddenly popped up in my head.

However, the things in the leather bag were all there, including the Chapoli grapes, a few miscellaneous items, and most importantly, the pyroxene Chris given by the teacher, and the exquisitely crafted dagger was also not lost.

This made him feel relieved immediately.

If this thing was lost, he didn't know how to explain it to Teacher Se Lian.

But no one knew how much time had passed, but the magic robe he was wearing had decayed into rags and dissipated with the dust.

This wasn't a big deal, as he liked walking around shirtless anyway, so as long as his pants were okay.

However, there was one thing he still didn't understand.

"Where the hell is this?"

It felt like I was sleeping soundly at home, and then when I woke up I found myself in another world.

He looked around in confusion. Judging from the coffins placed around, the burnt candles and the never-extinguished spiritual fire, this must be a cemetery.

But where is this cemetery?

It looks familiar, yet very strange.

Then, he looked towards the dark tomb passage.

"Never mind, let's get out of here first."

If you keep sitting in the coffin, you will never come up with any result even if you rack your brains.

However, when he just stood up, he suddenly found an unknown object in the corner of the coffin.

"...What is this?"

I picked it up subconsciously. It was a piece of white cloth. It felt soft and silky, and it emitted a faint fragrance. It felt like a handkerchief carried by someone.

Could it be that a noble lady from some family came here to visit me?

But apart from Lani, Marenia and Aliana, he didn't know any other noble ladies.

Lani and Marenia were not such people, and as for Ariana, he had no recollection of having such a handkerchief.

It wasn't until he saw the white beads strung together with string that his eyes twitched and he seemed to recognize it.

If he guessed correctly, this should be Fia's Death Sleep Trousers, right?

But how did it appear here?

"..."

Looking at the trousers in his hand, he silently put them into the leather bag he carried with him, stood up, stepped out of the sarcophagus, and walked towards the depths of the tomb passage.

He didn't want to guess anymore, even though he already knew the answer.

It was most likely a blessing from the bed curtains, and it was also a way to send myself off for the last time. After all, sending a great man to sleep is the job of a dead sleep girl.

Perhaps he left this behind just to bury himself with him?

It’s really unique too.

But I am quite curious about one thing. The magician's robe is obviously rotten, but how come these dead sleeping trousers are fine? What material are they made of? Why are they so strong?

Then, in the dim tomb passage, he found the elevator leading to the upper level.

With the roar of startup, he successfully reached the upper level of the tomb, and the heavy and ancient metal tomb door was right in front of him.

Long——

With a little effort, he lifted the heavy tomb door up. The flying dust sprinkled on his body, and the dazzling light suddenly poured in.

But Reinhardt, who was carrying the tomb door, did not find the light dazzling. Instead, he felt warm and comfortable. The solar power in his body was also becoming slightly restless with the influx of light.

It feels great to be free from the constraints of the golden blessing.

Unlike the suffocating air in the tomb, a fresh smell rushed into his nostrils.

Looking around, the emerald green grass covering the ground sways gently with the breeze.

In the distance, there is a huge relic stone sunk in a shallow lake, surrounded by a group of relatively large giant bats, flapping their wings constantly.

On the grassy field where the breeze was blowing, there were many cross-like frames with a pile of corpses hanging on them.

"Martyr?"

Reinhardt raised an eyebrow.

They were a group of people who chose to sacrifice their lives because of the disappearance of the Eternal Queen Marika.

However, since I can see martyrs as soon as I go out, then I am in Nimgefu?

Thinking of this, he decisively looked towards the distance on the right, and sure enough, he saw a towering and huge city. It was definitely the city of Stonewell.

And the cemetery behind you must be the drifting cemetery.

However, he was a little puzzled, why was he buried in Nimgefu?

And, I don’t know why, but I always feel like something is wrong, like something is missing?

Just then, a subtle sound from a distance caught his attention.

"What's the movement?"

He subconsciously looked over and saw a knight dressed entirely in gold, with his horse also wearing golden armor, who seemed to be fighting with someone.

Ding--

The weapons of both sides collided with each other, and the sound of metal clashing could be heard.

He knew the one riding the golden horse. That was the Tree Guardian, the knight originally responsible for guarding the golden tree. He also remembered that there was indeed a Tree Guardian wandering around the land of Nimgefu for some unknown purpose.

But who is the other guy?

He was wearing a type of standard armor he had never seen before, and his strength was surprisingly good, having been able to fight the tree guards so many times.

Could it be that nameless faded one?

This is possible, but the other party's clothes don't look like any of the openings.

"Why don't you go over and take a look? You're free anyway."

He was not in a hurry for the time being, and what's more, there was such a great play that he would be a fool not to watch it.

So he rushed over.

The knight was holding an ordinary-looking ancient sword, and he fluently dodged the attacks of the tree guards again and again.

The huge golden halberd missed the knight by just a few centimeters each time, stirring up the soil. It almost always just brushed past him, but he always seized the opportunity to counterattack, swinging the ordinary longsword in his hand to chop at the tree guard.

It can be said that this is a knight with very good strength.

But there will always be times when an old horse stumbles, just like this time, the knight did not avoid the knight's attack. He picked up the metal round shield in his hand to block the golden halberd but was still knocked away.

However, the next scene surprised Reinhardt who was watching the show.

"Fuck, a lightning gun?!"