In the already quite chilly woods, a cold gust of wind passed through, making the surrounding area even colder. Brey finally took his gaze off the body lying on the ground.

"Miss Gravekeeper." Brey called.

According to the thief's words, this is a graveyard, so the people who would appear here, aside from those visiting graves, would be tomb raiders, and possibly gravekeepers.

And this woman with a beautiful face, Brey guessed to be a gravekeeper.

Brey got it right.

Feeling curious about Brey who directly stated her identity, Mira said, "Gravekeeper miss? A fresh title." Holding a lamp, the woman approached Brey.

The flame in the lamp was flickering, appearing quite eerie.

"My name is Mira."

Unaware of her creepy surroundings, Brey was fumbling in his backpack, looking for something.

"Since you're a gravekeeper, there's a piece of parchment paper for you..." Brey pulled out the parchment paper, raising an eyebrow.

Brey was thinking about what to call this piece of parchment paper.

A letter? It doesn't look like it.

A map? Also doesn't look like it.

"Um, there's a piece of parchment paper for you." Brey finally gave up his contemplation.

"It's from Barosa."

"Barosa... that guy..." Mira's eyes revealed a ripple.

Mira took the parchment paper from Brey with her left hand.

At the moment of touching Mira's hand, Brey felt a chill.

A familiar temperature.

Brey's pupils instinctively shrank, but he didn't say or do anything in the end.

"'Will paper', huh." For the first time, surprise was shown on Mira's emotionless face.

Then her face looked a bit gloomy.

The truth implied by the existence of the will paper didn't need to be spoken.

"'Will paper'?"

"It's a type of enchanted parchment which records what a person said before they died," said Mira as she gently touched the will paper, explaining in a calm voice.

"It sounds expensive."

"It is rather pricey."

After saying that, Mira put down her lamp and picked up the will paper.

Looking downward, Mira was staring at the will paper.

The chant was quietly resonating, and complicated patterns arose on the will paper.

"Is it that cumbersome to read a will paper?"

"The information of the will paper is directly engraved in the reader's mind, so it's troublesome," said Mira, but strangely enough, the chant was still echoing.

Since the completion of the chant seemed to be some time away, Brey thought idle chatting would be a good choice.

"Miss Mira, do you always keep a straight face?"

"Most of the time..."

"Why don't you smile?"

"I don't feel like smiling."

"Alright, let me change the topic then," Brey smacked his lips.

"Why won't that scary zombie attack me?"

"Because it's just a restless spirit roaming the 'Wandering Tomb'. It has no reason to attack you."

"And why do the spirits outside attack people?"

"Because those are malicious spirits. Restless souls have no reason to attack people."

"Right, you said this place is the 'Wandering Tomb', why can't people find out about it from the outside?"

"Because this is a place to calm the souls, all are dead souls here, no living person would come this way. Since very few living people have been here, not many people know about the tomb's name, not even knowing of its existence."

No wonder the thief only knew this was a haunted graveyard.

For the thief who knew about this graveyard, his knowledge was indeed extensive.

"No living person...so what am I?" Brey pointed at himself.

"You're a living person."

"..." Brey didn't know what to say.

However, he had to take responsibility for the topic he began.

"Since it's all the dead here, Miss Mira, are you one too?"

"Yes."

He really couldn't chat about this anymore.

A drop of cold sweat trickled down Brey's forehead.

The person he had been chatting with for so long was a dead person.

To be honest, Brey had a bad feeling about it, because the temperature of Mira's hand was like the temperature of the corpses he had felt before.

But getting the accurate answer was still a pain."Are you scared?" Mira asked, the golden glow emanating from the death note made Mira seem not at all like a deceased.

"I am." Brey nodded.

"Why, you're not even disturbed by zombies, are you?"

"Well, a good-looking, talkative corpse without a smell of decay does indeed make me uncomfortable."

"..." Mira fell silent.

"Are you complimenting me?" Mira tried to ask.

"No." Brey shook his head and sighed.

"..."

"I don't want to hear any more of your questions in the next ten minutes.” Mira, with a cold face, looked at me.

"Alright.” Brey waited helplessly for ten minutes.

Actually, Brey had a lot more questions he wanted to ask.

But ten minutes later, Mira still hadn't spoken.

This made Brey a bit anxious.

"Miss Mira?"

"I said I don't want to hear any of your questions within ten minutes."

"Even if it's a question-like statement."

A chill ran through her voice, resounding with a hint of storm.

Her tone is no longer flat, her voice is trembling.

Brey didn't continue talking, just closed his eyes.

Waiting for Mira to speak first.

Because Brey, accidentally, saw a few droplets on the parchment.

No, probably, they were tears.

— "Do the dead also shed tears?"

Mira picked up the lantern from the ground and looked at Brey.

Brey opened his closed eyes.

Mira's eyes were still wet, but Brey didn't see any sadness on her face.

Not planning to inquire relentlessly, Brey decided to hold his tongue.

"I didn't see anything, I'm blind."

"Actually, you don't have to say that."

"Sorry for saying such a thing."

Mira stared at me for a long time.

"You must have a lot of questions."

"Yes."

"Let me tell you a story then."

Mira didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a desire to open up to this visitor.

To share those long-sealed-off tales.