799 797 At the cemetery. (1/2)
It was Fran who cried quietly in the house of memory, but after a while it seems to have calmed down.
Are you okay?
”Nh. Thank you.”
When I rubbed my eyes, I began to look around the house.
Was it destroyed by the Resistance? Or maybe after that, they were roughed up by bandits. There were no dishes or decorations, and no decent artifacts left.
But Fran remembered something. As he approached the corner of the room, he began to cut the grass apart and dig the dirt under the former floor.
Don't worry about getting your hands dirty, keep digging for a dozen seconds. Fran picks something up from the dirt.
”This....”
Mug...?
”Nh, the cup I got for my birthday.”
A mug that was once white and split in half in the middle. Now it is covered with dirt, but when I wash it with water magic, my white scalp becomes exposed. I also saw a small black swirl-like pattern inside.
It seems that it was a gift from my parents on my fifth birthday.
Fran said he liked this mug when he was a kid and he drank everything from water to tea.
One day, however, it splits carelessly. Fearing anger, Fran removed the floorboard and buried it in the dirt to hide it.
Thanks to that, this is all that was left of us.
Should I fix it somewhere? If it's that much, it'll stick together.
Really?
Ah
”Nh! I'll fix it! I'll fix anything!
You finally laughed. After all, the sadness doesn't suit Fran.
”Next, find the tomb.”
”Amanda said she made a grave.”
Nh!
You said that the tomb was built in the corner of the original communal cemetery.
Which cemetery is it?
”... that way”
It seems to have revived the memory of being completely in the village. Walk out of your way.
He must have blown something out.
It wasn't a misguided expression like when I stepped into the castle.
”There, the tomb.”
When asked, it seems that the wreckage of the decaying wooden fence peers into the grass and separates the village from the square beyond.
The cemetery certainly existed further afield, dividing the sea of grass.
But isn't that strange?
”Why isn't there only grass here?
”Somebody grass it?
No, that's why......
Wait. Just because people don't live here doesn't mean nobody's coming. So is it conceivable that the former inhabitants came to the grass regularly?
Maybe he wanted to clean the cemetery at least.
Well, it's easy to find graves now, isn't it?
”Nh”
Walk around the cemetery, convinced. It still seemed like someone was taking care of it.
It's not just grass. The gravestone was also cleaned. Instead of moss, it's even slightly dirty.
It looks like you've cleaned up in the last few days. If we look for any villages or towns around here, we may be able to find Castel's survival.