Chapter 599
It started with the death of Rowen, but it was caused by the robbery of the catacombs by the Knights Templar.
Dettomorian said he’d find out if he found Ashir. I still don’t know what that word means.
But this time, the place they arrived at was the National Cemetery.
There are such commonalities.
The tombs of the saints were robbed.
And there is a possibility that the remains were resurrected as undead.
Dettomorian told you to find Ashir. Then she will know everything.
If the story to find Ashir meant to go to the Imperial National Cemetery, it eventually becomes a story to find another cemetery.
It makes for a terrifying thought.
Louise muttered quietly.
“Could it be that the people who created the undead did the same thing here… … ?”
Ludwig’s expression became bewildered at Louise’s words.
“Well, there aren’t many people who can go to the basement of the Temple of the Knights Templar… … . It’s open like this here, is that possible?”
The National Cemetery is an open space. When that happens, inevitably someone has to watch it.
“It might be possible if it was a night without people. And the wizard was involved. If I could use noise cancellation and teleport, I’d be able to do that here.”
Catacombs of the Templars.
and the National Cemetery.
What if the clue Dettomorian gave hinted that the incident wasn’t just happening underground?
“But if that happened, wouldn’t it have to be the same situation here as the Templars went wild? It’s not normal.”
It was Heinrich’s question.
No wonder.
It is a site of large-scale robbery or undead. There’s no way things like that will go unnoticed. If that had happened at the National Cemetery, as the Templars were in an emergency, action would have been taken at the imperial level.
But now the snowy National Cemetery was quiet and peaceful.
It was never seen as a place where suspicious and ominous events such as undead occurred.
“Yeah, I guess nothing happened.”
As Ludwig said, the place where the incident took place couldn’t be this quiet.
A common feature of the cemetery.
I couldn’t figure out what it meant, or if Dettomorian was being swayed by some nonsense and deducing clues that weren’t there.
“wait for a sec… … .”
However, in the meantime, Ellen slightly bit her lip.
“Do you know something?”
“We waited in line.”
“line?”
“yes.”
Ellen looks at Louise.
“I waited in line when I came here. Do you remember?”
“… … It was, obviously.”
“Why are you standing in line?”
“… … Why are you standing in line?”
At Louise’s question, Ellen narrowed her brows.
“To be precise, the line wasn’t the problem, it was checking the identity.”
At those words, Louise also nodded.
It was a sight that passed by, but it was a while ago.
“Access was not restricted according to the status of visitors.”
Among the visitors were nobles, soldiers, and poor-looking people.
Soon, there was no restriction on access according to the status of the visitor.
“There weren’t many visitors, but the fact that everyone was able to come inside means that anyone can enter this national cemetery.”
“I guess so.”
“Why are you verifying your identity in a place where anyone can enter?”
If you don’t even restrict access, why are you checking?
“… … Maybe it’s to track down a crime if it happens. Because there are bound to be many unknowns. but… … . I don’t know if this is a place where a crime could happen… … .”
Crime is a law that happens in places where there is a possibility.
In a place where there are only graveyards everywhere you look, what kind of crime would you dare to commit to check the identity of each visitor?
Originally, none of the four knew how access to the National Cemetery worked.
But something.
weird.
“I need to see the manager.”
I still don’t know what happened.
However, Ellen thinks differently from Heinrich.
It’s not like Dettomorian was talking nonsense. So what does it mean?
There must be something to figure out here.
Ellen thinks so.
* * *
It wasn’t that difficult to meet the head of the Hwangdo National Cemetery.
In front of the Temple of the Knights Templar, you can ask the commander of the Knights Templar to jump out, but the Ecliptic National Cemetery has no choice but to be easier.
When Ellen called from the National Cemetery Office, the director led everyone to the director’s office as if their feet were on fire.
“Whoa… … .”
It wasn’t until Heinrich entered the room that Louise, who saw her frozen hands and frozen tip of her nose, murmured blankly.
“this… … . It was cold.”
“Oh, no sister… … . it’s okay.”
Only then did Louise realize that she had left a problem she should have taken care of because it didn’t have a big impact on her, and Louise couldn’t help but blame herself.
Of course, Heinrich’s fever had risen slightly, but the days when he was overbearing had passed, so he pretended to be overly okay.
“Ma, it’s an honor to meet you!”
“hello.”
The director of the National Cemetery, who faced Ellen, couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as soon as he saw Ellen.
This is a common and common reaction. Just like the guards at the front gate did.
Although it sometimes gives goosebumps when faced with this attitude, Ellen had to get used to it.
The four of them sat quietly while the director of the management busily moved and made tea.
For what purpose should I say that I came?
I couldn’t tell if I was just surprised to see Ellen, or if there was something in the back of my stomach.
But if this place was related to the incident, the warden would know something.
Watching the warden tremble while preparing a total of five cups of tea, including her own, Ellen took a sip of tea as a courtesy.
About tea, Ellen doesn’t know too much.
However, I could feel the pleasure and sincerity in the director’s appearance. It was as if he had faced a once-in-a-lifetime good fortune.
what am i
I am not one to be treated like this.
As she endured those thoughts from entering her head, Ellen opened her mouth.
“It’s nothing else, it’s because I’m standing in line. when you come in here.”
“Oh, no. To think that the warrior who was busy at 1:00 stood in line. If he had told the guard, he could have come in right away… … .”
“No, I don’t mean that.”
Ellen felt that if she said something wrong, the middle-aged man in front of her might have a heart attack.
If you take it that way, that’s also ridiculous.
A warrior who came to me because he couldn’t cut in line. Ellen hadn’t the slightest thought of that.
“You were checking your identity.”
“Yes that’s right.”
“Is there anyone who cannot enter the National Cemetery?”
“yes? ah… … .”
The manager scratches the back of his head at Ellen’s question.
I feel sorry.
“We are restricting access to those whose residence is unclear or whose identity has not been registered.”
Those aren’t common.
However, now the reality of the ecliptic is that there are so many that such people can step on their feet.
“You mean refugees, right?”
“To be precise, that would be it, but… … . Of course, not all refugees are banned from entering. If your identity is clear and your place of residence is clear… … .”
However, it was impossible for the refugees living in the shack to properly prove their identity.
It would have meant that none of them could enter the National Cemetery.
What matters is neither status nor wealth.
“That means that only people who can be traced can do it, right?”
“Yes… … .”
Anyone who can be traced can enter, otherwise entry is denied.
The reason will be simple.
crime.
Refugees are likely to enter national cemeteries and commit crimes.
Hiding in a building somewhere in the cemetery to escape the cold, or going to the grave. So if you’re controlling access, it’s not that strange.
Ellen was contemplating what to ask next question, narrowing her eyebrows.
“Yeah, warrior. Of course, refugees also have the right to commemorate. All of them are pitiful people, and I am not unaware that they are pitiful people.”
When they say that they are controlling refugee access, the hero suddenly starts to worry, frowning.
Seeing that expression, the director could not help but mistake it for Ellen, who thought it was unfair to control the entry of refugees.
“Yes, I guess.”
Of course, Ellen didn’t come to ask questions or be curious about such things at all, so she just answered casually.
“Of course, until recently, national cemeteries were fully open. Anyone could enter, including refugees. Yes, obviously… … .”
“… … yes?”
Ellen as well as the other three had no choice but to react to the words of the manager, who made arbitrary excuses.
“Are you saying that access control has changed?”
In response to Louise’s question, the manager nodded without knowing who Louise was.
“Yes, of course. The inconvenience of the mourners is not the same, so why should it be like this? I haven’t had any problems so far… … .”
“Anyone could come in, but lately they don’t… … .”
“Did something happen?”
“Because something worse than theft happened… … . I have no choice… … .”
“What happened?”
The manager said as if he was sorry, but in the end, he broke into a cold sweat as if he couldn’t help it.
“… … Someone has damaged the cemetery.”
in that word.
All four faces hardened at the same time.
* * *
One of the mourners has damaged the cemetery.
If you heard the story in a situation where you didn’t know anything, you would like to think that there was someone who acted just like that.
But everyone couldn’t help but feel that the situation was overly complicated.
graveyard robbery.
graveyard damage.
Doesn’t it sound too similar?
“How did you damage it?”
As Ellen’s expression grew more serious, the manager couldn’t help but sweat.
“It looks like someone tried to rob the graveyard… … . It was such a situation. It seems that the search failed, but the mere fact that such an attempt was made is a big deal… … .”
“Did you catch the culprit?”
“At that time, there were no restrictions on entry and exit… … .”
I discovered the circumstances in which an attempt was made to excavate. However, since the national cemetery was open at the time, the culprit could not be identified.
The National Cemetery Authority was appalled that such an event had occurred, and since then they have not let anyone whose identity is unknown.
“Is it true that the robbery failed?”
“yes? The grass was broken, but that was all… … . I’m guessing that it may have failed because the shovel didn’t go in because the ground was frozen because it was cold.”
Although it was an overly coincidental affair, it was not improbable that it had been committed by completely different people.
“Even if grave robbers come in and dig up the tomb in the first place… … . Do they have anything to take?”
Louise focuses on something more intuitive.
“I don’t know what you know or do, but… … . Neither do we know.”
“You don’t know?”
It is very important that the tomb contains treasures of great value.
If there is such a thing, it could be the actions of simple grave robbers, and if not, it’s a situation where we have to be a little more suspicious.
He was excited about the hero who appeared out of nowhere, and he felt like he was being interrogated every moment, and his blood was drying up.
“Recently, we are burying coffins sent from Allied military bases according to established procedures. Because the funeral comes from the Allied side… … . I don’t know if there are any valuables among the grave goods.”
“ah… … . I guess.”
At the manager’s words, Louise slowly nodded as if she could do that.
“The treasure… … ?”
Louise answers the question of Ludwig, who did not understand the language.
“I’m talking about things buried with the body. It means something the lion cherished during his lifetime or something he wants to bury with the lion. Of course, when a high-ranking noble dies, there are many valuable burial goods, so grave robbers try to rob them.”
“ah… … . okay.”
If the manager’s words are correct, grave robbers have entered the National Cemetery recently.
It is unknown whether it was to rob the grave goods or for some other purpose, but the attempt failed.
After confirming this, the management office allowed only those with clear identities to enter.
There’s always a chance that there might be treasure in the coffin, so it’s not that strange that there are grave robbers.
possible thing. but failed.
However, it is overly cynical.
Ellen looks at the manager in silence.
It seems like something can be caught, but it still doesn’t seem like it can be caught.
“date.”
So, Ellen asks the last question.
“When was the date the robbery occurred?”
“Ah, I’ll find out soon.”
The manager goes to his desk and starts rummaging through things frantically.
Contrary to the ambiguous attitude of the commander of the Knights Templar, it was an attitude that feared and respected Ellen, and wanted to be of some help.
It is clear that it has nothing to do with the incident and does not seem to be trying to hide anything.
Of course, even I may be camouflaged.
The manager immediately gave an answer.
“to… … . It is unknown if this was the day of the incident. Since the site is so large and manpower is limited, it may have happened a few days ago… … .”
“Okay, when?”
“I found it on the evening of December 3rd.”
At those words, Ellen looked at Louise.
“That day.”
“yes.”
December 3rd.
It was the day when the grave robbery of the saints took place.
Beyond coincidence, the suspicion has reached a level where it can no longer be a coincidence.
