Chapter 304 (1): Despicable, Treacherous, Distorting Truths, Hypocritical Snob
Great Cemetery of Western District.
Thick mist permeated the cemetery. Sometimes, it moved silently like the souls of the dead, lingering around the tombstones and refusing to leave. Other times, it stayed still like time had frozen, concealing all the tombstones, trees, and silhouettes in the area.
Moonlight was pale and weak tonight, piercing through the thin layer of clouds but not the thick mist surrounding the cemetery. The lifeless land was dim and oppressive. The occasional wind stirred the mist like an invisible hand, making meandering cries like the sighs of the dead.
The cemetery was where the Death Knight lay in slumber. It wasn’t a secret in Londan’s circle of magic. Outside of mages who never left home, it was common knowledge.
Due to the Death Knight, the cemetery was inevitably tinged with the energy of Death. The grass drooped, and the tree branches bent, looking like their vitality had been drawn out. Every now and then, owls could be heard hooting, unnerving those visiting late at night.
Douglas walked among the mist. He had come alone tonight because he had no other choice. He would’ve liked to bring someone with him, such as Anastasia, but she turned him down.
The Holy Maiden said that while the Church of Darkness was close to the Church of Death, the chosen knights were independent of the churches, and she had no sway over the Death Knight. Her presence wouldn’t change anything. The time would be better spent on finding the Darkness Knight.
The explanation was decent, but not terribly convincing. Douglas quickly figured out her reasons.
Anastasia had agreed to work with the royal family for the development of the Church of Darkness, opposing the Life Alliance for the church’s future. That made her an ally, but not a subordinate. It wasn’t her obligation to convince the Death Knight, but the royal family’s concern.
Anastasia would prefer it if Douglas could think that way.
Truthfully, Douglas was a little panicked about meeting the Death Knight alone, especially when the mist weaved life and death together into an eerie, illusory space. This was the Death Knight’s territory, and by stepping inside, he would be putting his life in the knight’s grasp. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling to let another decide his fate.
No wonder Anastasia didn’t want to come. This feeling of oppression was repulsive.