Chapter 291 - The Ark Of Phantomhive's Catacombs

Mavislin searched through her memories to see if she recalled having a graveyard near the brothel of Desired Roses.

"It's not near to the brothel. It is directly on the site of the Desired Roses. A graveyard is called a graveyard because it is linked to a church. Basically, a graveyard is the backyard of a church," explained Gab.

"But didn't he mention it took a few sprints to reach the brothel?" asked Bryan, playing with the fallen sister's deck of cards.

The group went silent before Clement decided to chime in.

"That graveyard hasn't been there since a few decades ago. It has since moved to the outskirt of town and now that has been gone as well. The Umbras took hold of the area to do a full conversion there. That's why it has become abandoned again," explained Clement.

Mavislin and Bryan were both dumbfounded as Clement spewed out that information.

"Are you sure that you are human?" asked Gab, raising an eyebrow at the man.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure I have got human parents and no funny powers."

Funny powers? Was that how humans called Magecraft? The thoughts Bryan's head was starting to hurt himself.

"Then how did you know about the Umbras?" asked Ysabeau, slightly concerned.

"While the Baron was gone, someone had to take charge over here. The Campania wasn't the only one who had the Umbras. It was a short period of fighting but it was a fight nonetheless. It took place at a graveyard, which I am pretty sure was the one that the boy was referring to."

"And if it wasn't? This place has got quite a few graveyards in its history," asked Gab.

"You're the Baron over here, I'm just a mere Master. You've got any graveyards that ring that bell?" challenged Clement.

"Not really. The most I remember is that they were doing some sewage tunneling at the old graveyard you mentioned... Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not food, you know," asked Gab, changing his sentence mid-way.

"Sewage tunneling? Why would they do sewage tunneling underneath a graveyard and a church?" asked Mavislin, eyes widened.

"I don't think that's the case..." said Ysabeau as she looked at Bryan.

"Most likely, that's what he meant about coming out from 'pods'."

"Alright, we've got enough excuse to head in that direction. Unless anyone else has any suggestions, I'm trusting Clement for our new heading," said Mavislin as she looked around.

"I'll take another round trip to get to you guys. I'll meet you there by dusk. I've got major things to attend to first," said Gab, going off first.

"What was the graveyard called? Might have changed names since we knew about it," asked Mavislin.

"Phantomhive's Catacombs. Weird name for a graveyard, but that's its latest name."

"Alrighty then. Let's go dig up some old graves,'' said Mavislin as she extended her wings.

And as usual, she took off without any moment's hesitation. Bryan sighed as he gave chase with Clement staying put. In fact, he turned in the opposite direction and headed back to his brothel. Ysabeau was about to follow but caught Clement sneaking away.

"Don't you want to follow?" asked Ysabeau, looking at Clement.

"I'd like to, but that's none of my business. All I am tasked to do is to run my brothel in my own way. By hook or by crook. These Mages thing isn't my forte. Neither interests me. I have no reason to put my life on the line to help you lot," explained Clement, waving goodbye.

"Well, that was blunt."

"But that is the truth. I have no dėsɨrė to get mixed up with the likes of you Mages. Look at the destruction you caused during the fight against the Umbras. How many lives were taken? I ain't gonna be part of that kill count," stated Clement.

Ysabeau sighed as she followed her little Valkyrie. He was right. No matter how many battles they have won, there would still be a very high amount of kill count. Mavislin did try to cut down on the number of casualties but it's still far from perfect.

With another flap of her wings, she caught up to a sprinting Bryan. The poor man was slightly out of breath as he tried to keep up with Mavislin's tail.

"You're not gonna make it there alive if you continue this pace. Allow me to help you," said Ysabeau, flying lowering to Bryan's height.

The Bahamut grew out her front claws to grip onto Bryan's shoulders. The man instantly relaxed as he allowed the High Queen to kidnap him. To his pleasant surprise, her claws did not hurt at all.

"You're handling this quite well, I might have underestimated you," commented Ysabeau.