Chapter 11 The Broken Sword's Blade Is Nicked

It was unknown when the cemetery 「Wandering Grave」 had appeared.

As if it had existed since a long, long time ago.

The name of this mysterious cemetery was also found in ancient documents.

Since ancient times, all cities that were built were far away from this one cemetery.

The people of the past warned their descendants not to set foot in this cemetery casually, not to desecrate this cemetery casually.

This cemetery was the final wandering place for the bewildered undead.

Time passed, and the warning was gradually forgotten.

Finally, to this day, this cemetery was forgotten.

This was fortunate, and possibly unfortunate.

The fortunate thing was that the Wandering Grave, having faded from people's sight, could finally enjoy complete tranquility.

The unfortunate thing was that people had completely forgotten the warnings of their ancestors from the past.

It was unknown when the tranquility of this cemetery would be broken.

The Grave Keeper was the one who guarded the tranquility of the cemetery.

The Grave Keeper quietly watched the struggles of the bewildered undead in the Wandering Grave, without making any disturbance.

When a soul was no longer bewildered, that undead would find its place and return to the world——

It would no longer be desecrated by those who manipulated the dead, no longer be polluted by pervasive hatred.

What the Wandering Grave needed was merely tranquility.

Therefore, what the Grave Keeper needed to guard was also just tranquility.

After every long period of time, the previous Grave Keeper would dissipate, and another bewildered undead would become the new Grave Keeper.

Upon becoming the Grave Keeper, one would know all the dust-covered history, and everything about this cemetery.

“I am the current Grave Keeper.”

Mira said faintly, her gaze profound.

“And also Barossa's older sister.”

“…” Bray probably understood now why Mira had shed tears.

“Also, when a living person stays in the Wandering Grave for too long, they will become undead.”

“Because this is not a place where the living should remain.”

Mira's voice suddenly became grim.

“…” Bray looked at Mira with his dead-fish eye half-closed.

“Are you afraid?”

Mira asked.

“It's alright.”

Bray said.

“As expected of a person who lacks fear.”

Mira flicked a strand of her hair.

“An ordinary person would become undead after staying in the cemetery for a few hours.”

Mira let out a breath.

“And I became undead just like that…”

The current Mira looked to be only twenty years old.

This was because Mira had gotten lost in the Wandering Grave when she was twenty.

Under the machinations of fate, she had muddle-headedly become the Grave Keeper.

Unknowingly, Mira had already been here for over 30 years.

“But in your case, you don't need to worry.”

Bray was stunned for a moment, puzzled in his heart.

“Why?”

“You really like asking why.”

“…”

“Have you noticed anything different about yourself?” Mira suddenly asked.

Bray frowned and began to ponder.

“Does the problematic result of my self-Appraisal count?”

Bray said gloomily.

“Let me see.”

Normally, the result of a self-Appraisal shouldn't be shown to outsiders, but Bray did not hesitate in the slightest and showed it to Mira.

“It's just as Barossa said…” Mira fell silent, looking at me strangely.

“It seems I still can't tell you too much. Now is not the time for you to know those things.”

“…” This ridiculous result is actually a big problem!?

Bray was startled, and only managed to calm down with difficulty.

“As compensation, I will answer the questions you want to know.”

“Tell me, I want to know, what is the Black Iron Species? What is the Bronze Species?”

Bray said in a deep voice.

“And everything, everything about them.”

Mira turned around and lifted her slender feet.

“Follow me, I'll tell you along the way.”

Bray followed Mira, continuing deeper into this ancient cemetery along the way.

From the era of the Gold Species, all the way to the current era of the Black Iron Species, Mira recounted all the secrets one by one.

It was unknown for how long they had walked.

The surrounding scenery changed from gloomy to bright.

The dark green woods faded away, revealing a verdant forest before Bray.

The light in the lamp suddenly went out.

Countless floating pale blue orbs of light swirled around Mira.

In the forest, there was an abrupt clearing, with nothing on it.

No green grass, no flowers, completely bare.

No, that wasn't right, it wasn't completely empty——

Countless fine particles were circling and dancing in this clearing.

“Where is this?”

“This is still the Wandering Grave.”

Mira led Bray across the clearing to a tree.

Leaning against the tree was a woman.

Bray looked at this woman in astonishment.

Because this woman looked exactly like Mira.

“This is my body.”

“The body from when I passed away.”

Mira seemed to be narrating something completely ordinary.

The corpse, so perfectly preserved it looked like a living person, made the perpetually unruffled Bray feel a wave of terror.

He didn't know why, he simply felt it was terrifying.

“You finally have an emotion of fear.”

Mira's voice seemed very pleased.

“However, rest assured, I didn't bring you here to scare you.”

Mira squatted down and picked up the scabbard from the side of her corpse.

In the scabbard, the sword remained.

“Take this as a gift.”

Mira placed the entire scabbard in my arms.

“Is it a Divine Artifact?”

A light called anticipation shone in Bray's dead-fish eye.

This kind of plot! Isn't this a Hero's plot!

“It's not.”

“…”

“It's just a broken sword.”

Bray silently drew the sword from its scabbard.

“The blade is all nicked.”

“Yeah, the blade is all nicked.”

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