The "Wandering Graveyard" seemed to have appeared from time immemorial.
It felt as though it had always been there, since a very long time ago.
The name of this mysterious graveyard was also found from ancient texts.
Since the ancient times, all the cities built were far away from this graveyard.
The ancient people warned their posterity not to arbitrarily step into this graveyard, not to profane it disrespectfully.
This was the final wandering place for the lost souls.
With the passage of time, warnings were gradually forgotten.
And now, this graveyard has been entirely forgotten.
This could be fortunate, or it could be unfortunate.
Fortunately, the vanished Wandering Graveyard could finally enjoy complete peace.
Unfortunately, people had completely forgotten the warnings of their ancestors.
Who knows when, the tranquillity of this graveyard would be disrupted.
The Gravekeeper is the one who protects the tranquillity of the graveyard.
The Gravekeeper silently watches the struggling lost souls in the Wandering Graveyard and does not interfere.
When a soul is no longer lost, the deceased can find their place and return to the world —
No longer desecrated by puppeteers of the dead, and no longer contaminated by permeating hatred.
What the Wandering Graveyard needs is just tranquility.
So what the Gravekeeper needs to protect is also tranquility.
Every once in a long while, the previous Gravekeeper would dissipatively vanish, and another lost soul would become the new Gravekeeper.
By becoming the Gravekeeper, one would know all the buried histories and everything about this graveyard.
"I am the current Gravekeeper." Mira murmured, her eyes deep and serene.
"And also the sister of Barosa."
“…” Brey finally understood why Mira had shed those tears.
"Also, if a living person stays in the Wandering Graveyard for too long, they also become a soul."
"Because this is not a place where the living should dwell." Mira's voice suddenly became chilling.
“…” Brey squinted his eyes, looking at Mira.
"Afraid?" Mira asked.
"Alright." Brey responded.
"You really are a person who lacks fear." Mira smirked, twirling her hair.
"For ordinary people, staying in the graveyard for a few hours would turn them into souls." Mira sighed.
"And I became a soul just like that…"
The Mira of today looks just like a twenty-year-old.
This is because Mira was lost in the Wandering Graveyard when she was twenty.
Under the trickery of fate, she became the Gravekeeper in a daze.
And before she knew it, Mira had spent over 30 years here.
"But you don't have to worry."
Brey paused for a moment, puzzled.
"Why?"
"You like to ask 'why'."
"…"
"Do you notice anything different about yourself?" Mira suddenly asked.
Brey furrowed his brows in thought.
"Does a problem with the results of 'Self-Identify' count?" Brey muttered dolefully.
"Let me see."
Normally, such a result is not for the eyes of others, but without any hesitation, Brey showed it to Mira.
"Just as Barosa said…" Mira fell silent, looking at him strangely.
"It seems I can't tell you too much, it's not yet time for you to know those things."
"…" This amusing result is actually a big problem!?
Brey was shocked, barely calming himself down after a while.
“As compensation, I'll answer the questions you want to know."
"Tell me, I want to know, what is Iron Kind? What is Bronze Kind?" Brey asked seriously.
"And everything about them."
Mira turned around, and lifted her slender foot.
"Follow me, I'll tell you along the way."
Brey followed Mira, delving deeper into this ancient graveyard.
From the era of Gold Kind to the present era of Iron Kind, all the secrets, Mira explained them one by one.
One does not know how long they walked.
The surrounding scenery changed from gloomy to bright.
The dim green woods faded away and before Brey was a lush forest.The flame in the lantern suddenly went out.
Countless faintly blue light orbs floated around Mira.
There was a sudden clearing in the forest, where nothing stood.
No grass, no flowers, only barrenness.
Wait, not exactly nothing—
Countless tiny particles whirled and danced atop this clearing.
"Where is this?"
"This is still the Tomb of Lingering."
Mira, leading Brey, crossed the clearing, arriving at a tree.
A woman was leaning against the tree.
Brey looked at the woman in astonishment.
Because this woman was the spitting image of Mira.
"This is my body."
"The body I had when I died." Mira spoke as if describing something utterly mundane.
The perfectly preserved corpse, almost as if it was a living person, sent a wave of horror through the ever unflappable Brey.
He didn't know why, but he simply felt terrified.
"You finally understand the emotion of fear." Mira's voice seemed pleased.
"But, rest assured. I didn't bring you here to scare you."
Mira kneeled, picking up the scabbard lying next to her corpse.
The sword was still in it.
"This is for you." Mira placed the entire scabbard in my arms.
"Is it a divine weapon?" Brey's dead fish eyes were filled with a glimmer of expectation.
What a plot! Wasn't this the plot of a hero's tale!
"No."
"…"
"It's just a broken sword."
Without uttering a word, Brey drew the sword from its scabbard.
"It's all chipped."
"Yes, it's all chipped."
