Grave Keeper of the Fallen Kingdom

chapter 33



The lord’s castle of the Travis family, located in the center of Cormir.

The white exterior of the building, which is not flashy but luxurious and grand, feels like the unique dignity of the Travis family.

“Are you still working here?”

Ren greeted the gatekeeper with a familiar face.

Then he turns his gaze with a poop-chewed expression.

“what’s the matter? Aren’t we already familiar with each other?”

As Ren put his arm around his shoulder and raised his arm, the gatekeeper opened the door with a slight push of his arm.

“Go in… please.”

“You can speak comfortably.”

“no.”

Seeing his hardened face made me smile.

“It’s tough.”

It was clear to see that he was suppressing his anger.

In the first place, it’s funny that that guy who has a strong pride and easily ignores people based only on his appearance is the gatekeeper.

If he had rather carried that weapon and became a soldier of the kingdom, wouldn’t he have been in a higher position due to his personality?

Upon entering, the butler who had met Len escorted him into the mansion.

“Did you have dinner?”

“Not yet.”

“Then I will guide you to the dining room.”

When I entered the restaurant, various dishes were just being put on the table.

Cohen, who had been seated first, greeted Ren and told him to take a seat.

“I must be hungry. Didn’t Caleb make a pretty good weapon?”

“yes. You made such a weapon that is hard to compensate with money.”

Cohen, who was cutting the meat with his head down, looked at Ren with his eyelids raised.

It was to make sure that Ren wasn’t exaggerating.

Although Caleb was an excellent field smith, he was not a great blacksmith enough to make such a treasured sword.

“That much… Called?”

“yes. I would also like to thank the Travis family and Mr. Cohen for introducing me to the great commander.”

At Ren’s very polite greeting, he dropped his gaze again and finished slicing the meat he was slicing.

The neat sound of knives and forks continued for a while, and then he opened his mouth.

“I’ve talked to the family head. You seem to have a lot more trust than I thought.”

‘I’m being trusted by Layton?’

Although he was in debt for his help last time, it was not enough to be called trust.

Of course, it might be because of Ren’s special ability. However, it was a little too much to say that I was trusted.

“It seems that the head of the household took good care of me.”

“They did a great job in this desert expedition. I heard that His Highness, the 3rd Prince, saved his life thanks to you.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Ren watched his expression leisurely.

He doesn’t seem to want to take himself directly to the graveyard.

The attitude of doubting and confirming until the end. That confidence that it doesn’t matter if the other person knows about it is probably due to Cohen’s personality and confidence.

“How did you become a gravekeeper?”

“… … My father did. can’t forget the past The places we live in now are all their legacy.”

Cohen was momentarily speechless at the unexpected words.

When you say Ren’s father, you must be referring to Fletcher Argen, the head of the Argen family.

He laughed at the fact that he had said such a thing in Argen, who abandoned Brilliant and went to the desired empire.

‘what… , Isn’t that something I’m going to laugh at?’

Cohen put on a bitter smile.

“It was when I was young. Although it seems different from the current head of household.”

“Aren’t you embarrassed? Do you still want to follow his words?”

“It’s one thing to hate my father and another to say he’s right. I think it was the most valuable thing I ever learned from my father.”

“Excellent.”

Cohen thought for a moment and took a slow sip of his wine.

“Is it just because of that?”

“There may be many complex reasons, but the biggest reason is yes. Arzen left for the Baran Empire, and there were no more descendants to attend to our ancestors.”

“There are all kinds of people in the world. When you’re young and full of energy, you make a lot of mistakes and don’t compromise with reality.”

There was a deep remorse in his eyes as he stared blankly at somewhere.

Ren felt that he was talking about someone.

“But you are different. There are things you only know after it’s passed. Even more so when you’re young, there are things you don’t even see. Well, you might not be able to relate.”

How can you not agree with that statement?

I only realized it because I was like that in the past, and I regretted it like crazy.

Cohen doesn’t know that.

“… … .”

he let out a bitter smile.

“Did I talk too much?”

“Good story, I had a good time.”

“Kuh, no matter how you look at it, you don’t look like a young guy your age.”

Cohen and Len finished their meals and stood up.

“Follow me.”

The place where Cohen takes Ren is the cemetery where only the successive Travis family heads are buried.

This place, hidden deep inside the huge lord’s castle, was double and triple defense that no one could easily enter.

Zahisil of the Travis family.

A huge iron door appeared after passing through a complex interior corridor that made it difficult to know exactly where they had descended.

“It’s been a long time since an outsider entered this cemetery. It’s a place that even the children of the family cannot easily enter.”

“It is an honour.”

A mysterious air current felt from the inside.

My heightened senses told me that there was something surrounding the iron gate.

“There is something.”

‘You noticed that right away?’

Cohen Travis looked at Ren incredulously.

Wasn’t it sheer luck that saved Louise in the desert?

It is not easy to notice this barrier, passed down from generation to generation, unless you touch it yourself.

At least a senior knight should be aware of the twisting of the barrier… … .

“It’s a barrier. Here, it is a barrier created to protect the ice garden.”

As if familiar, Cohen placed his palm over the family inscription in the center of the iron gate and let go of his energy.

coo goong-

And the door opens slowly.

The cold air seeping in through the narrow door cracked Ren’s skin.

“Huh… … .”

When you open the door, you see a pure white and blue world.

Loneliness and desolation flow in, buried in the cold.

How can the weather be so different only inside?

The air was different. Unlike the cool weather outside, the bitter cold that seems to freeze covers the inside.

It was winter here.

“No surprise. Hundreds of years ago, barriers like this weren’t so rare.”

“But isn’t this hundreds of years ago?”

“The barriers created in ancient times are still maintained without losing their power.”

Ren let out a series of exclamations in surprise and looked around.

“It seems to be from another world.”

I turned around and looked outside the ice garden.

A completely different world was unfolding exactly at the boundary of the iron gate.

“Come here. You might get lost if you stay blank.”

“I’m not that long though.”

“Are you trying to be funny?”

He fired a sharp shot, and Ren shyly shut his mouth.

“It’s a new space created by distorting the space. There is a saying that you can live in a barrier as long as you stay alert. In other words, if you can’t keep your mind, it’s hard to live. In preparation for any intruders, if you don’t follow the designated path, you’ll get lost, so be careful.”

“yes.”

What kind of wizard created this barrier?

Havenberg’s ancestors often talked about the past.

There were many extraordinary things at that time, and this barrier was also very surprising.

How many crazy people were on the continent at that time?

And how backward is the current continent?

‘If the demons come over again, can I really stop them?’

future hero.

You must stop the invasion of demons and prevent the destruction of the kingdom.

Whenever I came across these legacies of the past, I wondered if that would be possible.

“Here it is. The grave of the former head of the family.”

A round tomb and a tombstone erected in front of it.

The appearance of the tomb covered with snow and ice, not grass, is unfamiliar.

The frost and ice flowers that stretched here and there looked like decorations decorating a tombstone.

‘Abel Travis.’

The name of the former head of the family was engraved large on the tombstone.

and.

– Did you come again… … .

His spirit burst out of the grave and looked at Cohen with pity.

– hmm… … ? Who is this guy?

He looked at Cohen for a long time and sighed, then tilted his head when he realized that Ren was next to him.

Ren couldn’t show off his ability, so he tried to ignore his gaze.

– Why is there someone other than a member of the family in the Travis family graveyard? … .

He shakes his head and grabs his face.

– Ahh… … . Cohen. In the end, did he go this far without being able to break the curse of cold?

He seemed to be misunderstanding something, but he couldn’t clear up the misunderstanding.

“This is the tomb of the former head of the family.”

Cohen went inside once more from the tomb of the previous head of state and introduced another tomb.

‘Ruben Travis… , This person must have been the former head of the family.’

Unlike Abel, Ruben’s soul did not emerge from the tomb first.

It was probably because it had been there longer that it was more likely to be asleep in the tomb.

“Can I come closer and touch you?”

“okay.”

Cohen made a slightly flustered face, but nodded as if he couldn’t help it.

Ren approached the tomb and swiped the inscription on the tombstone with his hand to arouse spiritual power.

‘Get up.’

[Using spiritual power to wake up Ruben Travis.]

[Ruben Travis wakes up.]

It was a success.

I thought what to do if my spiritual power was insufficient, but that much spiritual power was not consumed.

Judging from my experiences so far, it seemed that the consumption of spiritual power differed depending on how deeply the ghost was asleep.

Besides that, depending on the class of the soul, it seems that the influence that can interfere is also different.

– Ugh… … . what? Was it you who woke me up?

Ruben frowned and glared at Ren.

“Yes, that’s right.”

– Huh, a human who can see the soul. what is identity? The purpose of coming here is… … , I understand even if you don’t say anything.

Ruben said that when he saw Cohen standing behind Ren.

– Did Cohen sing it? In order to control the cold that covered his body?

“Exactly.”

His gaze slowly scanned Cohen.

His gaze seemed to be unreliable.

Ren had a hunch that things weren’t going to be as easy as he thought.

“Are we really talking?”

At that time, Cohen, who was behind him, asked Ren in a suspicious voice.

“yes.”

After a brief reply, Ren turned his gaze back to Ruben.

Nothing has been confirmed yet, but Cohen decided to wait and see for the first time.

– I still have a lot of doubts.

“It seems so.”

– Do you know why he is in that condition?

“I do not know.”

I knew it was because of the nature of being a master of cold, but I couldn’t say that because Cohen was behind me.

– There is a special constitution that has been passed down from generation to generation in our family. It’s a peculiar constitution to be the master of cold. It is an innate ability to maximize the family’s swordsmanship, but on the contrary, it has side effects. That’s why Cohen’s condition is so bad.

“I want to know how to solve that.”

– … … want to know how

Ruben’s gaze turned cold.

He looked at Cohen with cold, sunken eyes.

Then he shook his head.

– With Abel’s unexpected death, I feel sorry for the law to deal with the master of cold. However, if the owner of the cold is handled by someone with the wrong idea, it will rather damage the family.

“Cohen is not like that.”

maybe.

maybe… … , wouldn’t it?


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