Grave Keeper of the Fallen Kingdom

[Cohen Travis]

– Attribute: Master of Cold

– Skill: Advanced Trevis Swordsmanship

– Strength: 10.1

– Agility: 13.4

– Stamina: 10.3

– Sensation: 6.5

– Energy: 16.8

‘what?’

Cohen Travis was clearly a stronger swordsman than the owner, Leighton Travis.

However, looking at his stats, except for his energy, everything else is like an ordinary knight, let alone a high-ranking knight.

However, in terms of energy, it was a figure far exceeding that of other high-ranking knights.

Considering that Sica was 11.6 and Leighton Travis was 13.1, 16.8 is bizarrely high.

‘No matter how old he gets, there’s no way a knight who has reached that level can’t weaken like this.’

When you think about the cause of this disharmony between his abilities, his characteristics catch your eye.

‘The owner of the cold… … ?’

[Lord of Cold]

It is the constitution that accepts the cold with the whole body.

# The more you accept cold air, the faster your energy builds up.

# Easy to deal with cold.

# Absorbs cold faster.

There is nothing particularly strange when looking at the given information.

It was easy to see that the high level of energy was obtained from the characteristic of being the master of cold.

However, the problem was that his physical abilities were rapidly reduced compared to the past.

‘Obviously he was stronger than Leighton Travis until a few years ago. But at some point, I stepped down from the first line and started to focus on administrative work… … .’

Before I returned, Cohen Travis eventually lived like this and one day was assassinated by someone and died.

I still remember it because I made his grave myself.

At the time, I thought he must have gotten weaker with age, but now I know that wasn’t the case.

I felt the cold chill as I opened the door.

“Here you are.”

Sensitively soaring senses let you feel that the air changes every time you take a step forward.

“Nice to meet you. This is Len Argen.”

“This is Cohen Travis.”

I felt it the moment I took his hand.

‘It must have been because of the owner of the cold.’

The constitution that accepts the cold with the whole body.

The energy faintly felt in his cold fingertips conveyed a sense of stillness that had not been seen before in other knights.

‘Status window… … , I’ve been trusting this system too much.’

The illusion that the ability shown in the status window is everything.

Unknowingly, I had no idea to look outside the bounds of the given information.

What if the status window only shows part of the information?

What if the owner of the cold not only has a constitution that accepts cold well and can handle cold well, but also can be weakened by cold?

‘Effects are written, but I didn’t say there were no side effects.’

The information so far listed clearly in my head and the faint squares found in it.

When I found it, I felt goosebumps all over my body.

“Sit down.”

“yes.”

“Wait a minute.”

Cohen brought the smoking car and put it in front of me.

‘hot.’

If you do it wrong, your tongue will burn.

Hurup-

However, Cohen casually savors the tea and puts the cup down.

“This time, the head of the household solved a big problem.”

“yes.”

“Look at this.”

The document Cohen handed over had someone’s identity written on it, and several pieces of equipment were listed on the next page.

“What is this?”

“It’s a night yard in Cormir. A blacksmith who will make the equipment you need.”

“Is this the return of Travis?”

“Yes.”

It’s a reward that doesn’t seem too great for solving the disappearance of Travis’ eldest son, who has been in a labyrinth for the past three years.

But could Leighton Travis really be so petty over something like this?

‘Am I confident?’

Cohen’s expression was expressionless, but the faint composure in it was clearly confident.

that you will never be disappointed.

“You should go to Cormir and go to the warden. We have told you beforehand.”

“thank you.”

“And there was one more thing you asked for.”

“I am… … , ah!”

– If you are, then you are. Anyway, it’s not my castle to not pay anything.

– Then if you find a decent graveyard, let me know.

A brief conversation with Travis flashed through my mind.

“There is a large forge in Cormir. It is a place with deep traditions from the past. There are blacksmiths’ graves there, so I’ll let you see them if you want.”

The tomb of the blacksmiths.

It was a catchy phrase.

Just in case, I needed a good sword.

Hurup-

Click.

Cohen quickly finished his tea and set it down.

I had just taken a sip.

A chilly air filled the room. A brief silence came after the conversation.

He fiddled with the hot teacup and thought about it before opening his mouth.

“I have a question. May I ask?”

prickly and strict

Cormir’s magistrate, Cohen Travis, had a negative evaluation within the royal family, but Travis’ patriarch said he was not too difficult to deal with.

“… … ask me.”

So is the current answer.

If the others in the royal family had asked, they would have told me to leave, but I only showed a momentary hesitation, but in the end I didn’t refuse.

There’s no way the family head gave me such a word for nothing.

And you don’t even have to hear these from a busy Cohen Travis.

‘In the end, there must be something to wish for.’

It’s not like you’re hoping to solve something directly.

just meet me once

Just like that.

The moment I met Cohen Travis, I had fulfilled Layton’s intentions.

‘What am I looking at… … .’

The time Travis requested was before going down to the South.

That means you saw something in me from before that.

Perhaps, he might have guessed that there is a hidden story behind following the South.

In any case, it is undeniable that Leighton Travis has a high opinion of me.

“Are you feeling worse than before?”

Cohen’s eyes flickered slightly for the first time.

“No, I guess it still is.”

drooling-

Cohen suddenly stands up, dragging a chair, calls the staff outside and asks not to let anyone in, then closes the door again.

“There must be a reason why the family head made me do this.”

Cohen’s eyes are shining silently.

Looking at the cold air flowing in my eyes, it felt like my heart was beating slowly.

“Tell me. what you meant to say.”

There was no ferocious momentum like Zalatan or Layton.

However, I feel a thoroughly restrained, static yet heavy energy.

No matter how weak Cohen’s physical ability is, if he raises his sword, I’ll be cut in half at once.

“I felt it as I entered the room. That the air is different.”

“That’s what everyone with sensitive senses felt.”

“Did the others know that it was because of Mr. Cohen’s constitution?”

Cohen narrowed his eyes.

“How did you know that?”

“Your body is running cold like that. Not knowing would be stupid.”

“… … You speak as if you are a high-ranking knight.”

At his words, I unknowingly flinched for a moment.

It was because people around me called me senior knight, senior knight these days, and I instantly felt like I had become a senior knight.

‘I have to be careful.’

I’m not a real senior knight.

It’s just an ordinary swordsman that can be erased from the world in an instant if the old man in front of him decides to do so.

“If there is anything I can help with, I will help.”

“You? Are you capable of that?”

“Has there ever been a family member with the same constitution as Cohen-sama in your predecessors?”

He closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, as if lost in thought, then opened his eyes again.

“Yes. The family head of the previous generation was like that.”

“Have you heard anything from him?”

“If there was, wouldn’t I be in this situation now?”

Cohen laughed bitterly.

“Do you know what my job is?”

“Aren’t you a gravekeeper?”

“You know that. you’re right. Grave Keeper. It’s my job to honor the souls of the ghosts.”

“… … I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Cohen Travis.

A former master of the Travis family, an unfortunate swordsman about to be killed by a mysterious assassin.

In the past life, the question of his death was very great.

To kill a master like Cohen Travis, an assassin of that size would have to come, but who was that person and why did he assassinate Cohen Travis?

But now I think I know the cause.

“I can see the specter that dwells in the tomb.”

“… … Do you want me to believe that?”

“That’s how we found the eldest son of Travis, who died. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Layton-nim.”

A long question in his gaze.

Since the name of Leighton Travis came up, you can’t easily ignore it.

“If I meet the former head of the Travis family, I might be able to solve this problem.”

“Travis doesn’t let outsiders in there.”

drooling-

I pushed the chair and stood up.

“Check with the Leighton family. And when it’s confirmed, call me back. Ah, please keep quiet about this ability.”

With that said, I bowed my head and went outside.

thud.

After closing the door, I sighed in relief as I walked through the spacious hallway, feeling that I had moved a certain distance away.

“Whoa… … . It’s no joke.”

Even though his body was in a very weakened state, the spirit he felt from him was definitely not an ordinary one.

The level of energy is almost 7 times mine… … .

‘This isn’t a bad deal.’

It’s not very nice that more people know about my ability.

But being able to see ghosts is only part of his ability. Even that, very few people still know.

If you take a certain risk and restore the body of a prosecutor like Cohen, you owe him an irreparable debt.

Moreover, you can also see the tomb of the head of the previous generation of Travis.

It was a deal worth doing.

‘In the end, I’ll have no choice but to call.’

He rose to the top, but his physical condition deteriorated in an instant, so he would do anything to return to his original physical condition.

As soon as it is confirmed by Layton, he will investigate my background and call me.

I went up to the Decane again and went to my ancestors.

“I will do what I was doing before.”

– It looks like blood is boiling.

As my ancestors said, my blood boiled.

Even while I was at the royal castle, the sword that Scarlett used constantly lingered in my head.

Seeing-

The sword that came out of the scabbard gently cut through the dry air.

– Take a good look.

[Code – Havenberg Arsen]

It feels like a different sensation is flowing through your veins.

It felt as if a tingling current was rapidly passing from the heart through the arm to the sword.

ugh-

Above the sword, gray sword energy gathered in an instant.

Havenberg Swordsmanship

– 3rd decisive battle

– Moon Strike

The tip of the sword swayed bizarrely and moved as if wandering through the air.

‘her… … .’

The night was deep and the day was dark, but the moment the sword moved, even the moonlight falling through the leaves seemed to disappear.

Whoops.

After the sword stopped moving, the wind that rose out of nowhere and a tree visible at the far end in the direction the sword had moved.

Awesome!

A sharp cutting sound resounded and at the same time he was cut and fell.

thud.

Trees fell and the ground rumbled. The chilly, frozen air was released.

A feeling of exhaustion, as if all energy had been sucked out of the body.

After the code was released and I stood with my sword in my hand, I stared blankly at the smooth cross section of the tree.

“… … This-.”

seureung-

Before I could even utter my feelings, I heard the bloody sound of foot swords.

The sword that brushed through the scabbard is pointed at me with a blue blade.

“What is your real identity?”

The same voice that you must have heard before.

However, the feelings contained in it are completely different.

“As expected, it was good to watch.”

Shining silver hair reflected in the moonlight, and brightly shining eyes.

The curiosity, the enthusiasm, the excitement, and the joy contained in it made me goosebumps.

“Scarlett… Arjen?”

Was the fighting madman still watching me?

Sensing that the situation was very twisted, I met her gaze.

His eyes were already half-turned.

‘I’m exhausted.’