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"Father, mother, and Rick. It's getting late, but I can finally come home."

The next morning I had been visiting a cemetery on the outskirts of Palento.

Ira's family was buried in the corner to be driven away because she was tried as a criminal. No matter how much he was ruled by the Devil's Sword, it doesn't change how many innocent people his father put on his hands.

That's why it's a place in the cemetery to bury criminals even further back. It had been carefully buried in front of it.

Ira said that they still treat you superior.

"Those who killed your father while he was ruled by the Devil's Sword. Even those people had a family, and all of a sudden if you try to be the one who was murdered, you're only the object of resentment for whatever circumstances your father has. But it's not efficient to resent dead people forever..."

"The grudge was directed at Mr. Ira."

Melissa's inquiry Ira nods.

"For a while after the incident, it was me who lived in Palento, but during that time, various people threw stones and stuff at me and slapped me in the pussy. Yeah, until the day before that, I remember I was a little shocked my friends stopped playing with me."

Ira feeling dark and depressed.

There were those who couldn't admit to being like that.

"Ah."

Sierra slapping Petite and Ira's cheeks.

Sierra, held by Ira, had seen her mother's dark expression.

"Yeah. Thanks"

Feeling better, the thought passed on to Ira.

"Everyone couldn't help but resent someone."

"I don't know what that feels like either."

Iris lost his whole family by the war.

Afterwards, the goal was to become stronger thinking when the same thing happened again as resenting the Imperial Army.

"It's wrong to just keep resenting someone that way. But throw away the grudge, I can't tell you how harsh it is..."

Noel says as he adds flowers to his grave.

As Noel, who was serving God, I can only say that nothing comes from a resentful heart.

I don't deny my feelings of resentment.

As someone who retaliated, I can't deny it.

"Of course I know. So there's nothing to complain about those of you who hit me with stones."

So if Ira is convinced, I have nothing to say.

"Yes."

Sylvia just gives away the cleaning tools to quietly clean the tomb.

"Thanks"

The two have been dating for the longest time among their families.

That's why I was telling a lot of stories that I didn't even know, and there was a relationship of trust that only the two of us could understand.

Shut up and wipe the grave with a rag.

If we share it with the six of us, it won't be long to clean it.

Ira stands with Sierra in front of the grave.

Being buddies, we wait a little behind us.

"Uh... what can I say?

Ira gets confused about what to say when she tries to say hello.

Life so far would not have been much praised. I became an adventurer to take responsibility for my father's sins and gathered information about the Devil's Sword and embarked on a journey. I'm pretty sure I'll make you worry as a parent if I teach you a vagrancy journey from there.

I'll do everything I can to stop Sierra from doing the same thing.

"Oh no!

It was the baby Sierra who broke that silence.

"Sierra......?

"Oh, no, no!

I'm reaching out desperately to grab something. I'm worried that the Ira I'm holding will fall out of my arm.

"This is..."

Melissa how she noticed something.

Raise your hand toward the grave to activate magic.

"Oh, I get it, too"

There was a reaction to the Magic Detection.

The magic Melissa used was [Necromancer]. The magic that makes it possible to rule and manipulate the souls of the dead. Sometimes it is magic that allows conversation while maintaining a lifelong consciousness, but it is viewed heretically by the Church as desecrating the dead.

Many pretend not to be able to use it because of it.

Melissa, who can use all her magic, can use it naturally.

That's how [Necromancer] is used against the grave in front of you.

Below the tomb are buried the bodies of Ira's parents and brother.

"Oh, you still can't"

Exactly five years have passed since he died.

Even with Melissa's magic, it was best to reinforce only a few of the signs in person.

But I do have a sense of 'being there'.

"Uh..."

Ira, who was trying to make a report, is also in trouble.

I'm turning around unexpectedly.

"Five years after his death, it's impossible to even make the signs stronger this way, no matter how much my magic. In spite of this, I was able to reinforce the signs because my parents, who perceived my daughter's return, gathered the remnants of their magic."

What Melissa did was only strengthen her soul.

The souls that are Dayuan were spontaneously gathered together by themselves.

"Will there be grandchildren after that?"

He saw his daughter with children and intuitively understood his relationship with Sierra.

"Did Sierra notice anything?

"A child is pure. I guess that's why you felt close to yourself. And maybe he's got a gift for dark attributes."

Necromancers need to sense the presence of the dead. In order to acquire such abilities, it is necessary to have a high degree of suitability for dark attributes.

Apparently Sierra has that kind of aptitude.

"So, what do you report?

"It's..."

Such a thing was decided from the beginning.

Raise the Sierra in front of the grave that you held when you took a deep breath to calm your mood.

"Look, Mother. I was blessed to be a mother and such a cute child. Besides, my family is behind it now. I was alone once, and I was able to get my family again. So sleep safe with your father. Until Rick dies early, because I'll live to the fullest to raise Sierra. Hey, Sierra."

"Oh, no."

I didn't get the voice of my daughter and grandson.

Still, the signs that remained on the grave disappear from the spot as if they were relieved.

- Athatanom.

I felt like I heard that voice.

"You don't have to tell me..."

I don't need to worry anymore.

It seems that the soul of the dead has been purified by the loss of the remainder of his heart.

"Thanks for hanging out with me."

There were thin tears seeping into Ira's eyes as she turned around.

"Oh, that...?

I don't know why I'm crying myself.

Sylvia approaches softly.

"You should cry all you want when you want to. It doesn't matter how strong you say you're okay with your mouth, it doesn't make any difference how much you lost your family."

"Oh, dear..."

When I entrust Sylvia with the Sierra I was holding, I cover my eyes with both hands.

Tears falling to the ground with a whimper.

"I knew I missed you... I wanted to show you Sierra while you were alive..."

I was worried to see my mother crying out of her mind. Sierra is slapping Ira's body with her hands many times. You want me to calm down a little by touching you.

"Sierra, let me make you cry now"

"Ah?

"Ira is only seventeen years old even as a mother. Because if it's true, I want to ask for my mother like Sierra."

All we can do is stay around like this until we stop crying.

These problems Ira has to fold in herself.