Further northeast of the Wang capital, from the temple, you will see a vast cemetery fenced with green trees and gray bricks.
When those who live in the Wang capital die, most of the nobles and common people are buried here.
It is the temple that manages the tomb, but it is not necessary to be a believer to enter the tomb. It's almost free if you're in a joint cemetery, and I hear it's a measure to prevent infection from the dead or becoming undead.
Carriage stops, Darya went down to a slightly slippery cobblestone in the rain.
Because my shoes don't slip, and Wolfe brought me all my luggage but bouquets.
Today Wolfe is wearing black knight clothes and fairy crystal glasses. He carried something like a sword wrapped in a blue cloth and had two wraps with liquor and a glass in his hand.
All Dahlia has is a small bouquet of white and red, two bouquets.
Last night, when I broke up with Wolf, he asked me what I was planning for today.
When Darya told her that it was her father's grave, Wolfe also had a flower appointment because her mother's life day was near.
So I hesitated at first to him about turning the carriage, but we both had to go to a commercial guild in the afternoon, so I ended up taking it.
We are together until the entrance of the cemetery, creeping through the white, high gate, but beyond that, the path is divided between the left for the nobles, the right for the common people.
The Scalfalotto family, of course, is in the aristocratic area. Darya's grandfather and father are the Baron Emeritus, but the tomb is a common area.
"Wolf, it will be apart from here. The tomb of the house is in this area."
Speaking to receive his luggage, the youth turned to the path of the commoner area, his toes.
"Let's go together. I can pray to the tomb of Darya's house, and then you can go to our tomb."
"What?"
After Darya hardened her mind, she slipped away gently from Wolfe.
"Darya, what's wrong?
"Uh... in common people, if you're not a future sworn lover or fiancé, you won't go to the grave of their house. And then the two of us going to both graves alternately to pray will be engaged or after marriage...... so if you say it like right now, it will be misunderstood......"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. Really..."
"It's okay! Because I don't get it wrong!
"... right"
Darya, who accidentally said all she could, and Wolfe, who looks strangely far away.
This subtle air would be due to differences in habits between aristocrats and common people, their high walls.
Sneezing, he promised to meet him at the carriage stop and split into left and right paths.
The tomb of the Earl of Scalfalotto family is on the edge of the aristocratic area.
Originally the Viscount family, so it's not that big a grave. Still, the place of prayer, up six stone stairs and slightly higher, is not comparable in size to the common area.
Two bright white cylindrical tombstones line the foot forward.
Before the tombstone, a brand new bouquet of lilies was wet in the rain. Next to it, also place the white bouquet you bring. A handkerchief and a glass were placed on the low table in front of the grave and the white wine was poured gently.
When the glasses are removed, activate the bug proof Magic Instrument.
Until now, I've never spoken to a grave or anything, but today I felt like talking a little bit.
"Mother...... I spoke to Master Gouid. I also learned that your father was coming. I was too young."
I assumed on my own that there was no one else to cry for my mother, that I was the only one sad.
I kept my distance from people because I didn't like to get hurt, and I ran away from trouble.
He said he was a grown man, but he lived in the same contents as that day.
But already, you're a child, and you stop running around.
Last night, Darya had badly hurt eyes as she spoke pale.
The slightest fright and brittleness she showed, which she thought was strong. That's something I don't want anyone else to see.
"I want to protect you, I've made friends"
Poop, drop the word as if it were the first rain.
"She made me a magic guide to protect me. In time, you might also be able to do an amazing demon sword. I keep bothering you, but one day, I want to be able to protect her. And in order to do that, I need to be able to beat my mother."
When I was a child, in teaching swords, my mother asked me.
"What kind of knight does Wolf want to be?
I thought my mother said that was about the type of battle, whether it was offensive or defensive, force or speed.
But I don't think so now.
"It's late, but it's a reply to What Knight Do You Want to Be? I aim to be the one who can protect those who want to. The knight's answer would be disqualification, but that's what I want."
The sword I brought wrapped in a blue cloth was the sword my mother sifted that day.
The blade was broken and blurred, it had been carefully repaired and turned into my mother's weapon room.
Without removing the cloth, head to the grave and hold it with both hands as it is.
A knight who died protecting someone has a story about giving protection to his beloved creature after his death.
Is this the word of the kingdom alone, or is it a whisper to those left behind by the knights?
Still, if that's true, only one wish of my own.
"I can fight for myself. If that happens, give Dahlia the protection, not me."