Chapter 140: Traces Of A Friend

Chapter 140: Traces Of A Friend

Lucia, who considered 100 shillings merely the price of a piece of candy, wasnt completely clueless about the economy.

A textbook for her major cost 700 shillings, and depending on the distance, a carriage ride from the academy to the mansion was 500 shillings.

And the price of a good-quality black iron sword was 30,000 shillings.

Although Shiron had broken it, the black iron sword was a fine weapon. Therefore, Lucia knew that 30,000 shillings was by no means a trivial amount.

What? Thirty-five thousand shillings?

In a hotel lobby in Brahham, Lucia asked Shiron with wide eyes.

Isnt that a total rip-off? How can renting one room cost thirty-five thousand?

Its not thirty-five thousand for one, but for two rooms. And since its the cost for a week, the longer we stay, the more additional charges well incur.

Shiron handed one of the keys he was holding to Lucia, who couldnt close her mouth and looked at the key she received.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

A key with no special enchantments, nothing remarkable about it. Her gaze then shifted. Lucia quickly scanned the interior of the lobby.

The floor was made of ordinary sandstone, not even marble; the ceiling had plain ether lamps instead of chandeliers. There were no statues, no carpets, and even the receptionist sitting at the desk was unremarkable.

But per day for one room dividing thirty-five thousand by seven Hmm.

After roughly calculating in her head, Lucia stared at Shiron with trembling hands.

Wouldnt it be better to just get one room?

For your information, theres only one bed per room.

Ill, Ill sleep on the floor. Besides, what about the issue of standing guard? What if something happens to you while were in separate rooms?

I asked for adjacent rooms, so its fine.

Shiron turned and pressed the elevator button.

And there are more things to worry about than just the lodging fee.

What do you mean?

Todays chickpea soup and barley bread alone cost five hundred shillings each. Compared to that, the lodging fee is reasonable.

Why so expensive when there wasnt even a piece of meat? Are they crazy?

Lucia recalled the stiff soup and tasteless bread. She hadnt complained about the absence of meat, considering it an experience of exotic culture, but hearing the price made her furious inside.

Perhaps.

Ding-

The elevator door opened, and Shiron led the way. Lucia hurried after him.

Considering its a desert where not even a blade of grass grows easily, maybe these prices are to be expected? Since most of the food has to be imported from other countries.

Thats ridiculous. No matter how you think about it, its inefficient.

Why ridiculous? Think about how many pilgrims there are in the world. And since Brahham is one of the easiest pilgrimage sites to reach, it naturally attracts more people.

Pilgrims,

Those who wished to visit all three holy sites in the world.

Tagore Hill.

The Holy Land Brahham.

Lake of Beginnings.

The place where the Demon God died, Tagore Hill, was in the demonic realm and unreachable, and the Lake of Beginnings, where an angel gave Kyrie the holy sword, was mentioned in the scriptures but located in an unknown place to the world.

Therefore, even those without unparalleled martial prowess flock to Brahham, the only accessible site among them.



Though nothing happened today, anything could happen at any time. Since both the one-horned Yuma and Jaganata were confirmed to be alive, it wouldnt be strange for danger to arise at any moment.

Resolving to be more prepared next time, Lucia chewed on the corner of her blanket.



The next day.

Avoiding the crowded hours, the group left the hotel as soon as they were ready. There were quite a few people around, but fortunately, they didnt have to queue for anything.

Entering Kyries mausoleum, Lucia looked up at the statues at the entrance.

Theyre identical.

Whoever sculpted them must have observed Kyrie closely. While slightly more heroic in appearance, the jawline, the height of the nose the sharp eyes were exactly like Kyries.

Holding the holy sword aloft in one hand, the statue captured the heroic figure of Kyrie in her prime. And next to it

There was a mage with a smashed face and a woman without a head, both significantly more damaged.

Is the mage Seira, and the other Yura?

Lucia shifted her gaze to examine the statues more closely.

Anjei and Binellas figures are also preserved.

Beside them, there were also figures of a spearman with a giant spear and a dwarf holding a shield, their faces intact.

Why are only Yura and Seiras statues destroyed?

Lucia had that question but couldnt dwell on the statues for long, as Shiron moved deeper into the mausoleum.

Lucia stayed close to Shirons side. Noticing her following, Shiron led deeper into the mausoleum, towards the innermost structure, recalling memories of the past.

Latera said that one naturally comes to know upon reaching the holy site.

And finally, Shiron and Lucia made it to the innermost part.

A huge tombstone was visible. The white tombstone erected at the time of Kyries death. It must have been about 2 meters high?

As this was the center of the holy site, it was crowded with people. Shiron tried to squeeze through the crowd to get closer to the tombstone.

Since Kyries body would be laid in the heros house in Latera, the entrance to the heros house must surely be here.

There might be another clue.

When playing Reincarnation of the Sword Saint, he hadnt paid attention to the details since he couldnt see them closely, but now that it was reality, could there be some legible inscriptions? Shiron thought this as he gazed at the tombstone.

As expected, there were inscriptions on the tombstone.

Captivating

Written in familiar handwriting with neat phrases.

[For Hyunjun, whom I always want to see.]

Whats this?

It was the handwriting of someone he had seen every day, from childhood to adulthood.

Seriously

Shiron chuckled. An unexpected encounter with a trace of his life from before possession.

It was Shin Yuras handwriting and seeing it made it hard for him to breathe, his chest tightening.

What is this?

A tingling sensation arose in his nose. His eyes grew hot, and he felt on the verge of a disgraceful sniffle. He thought he had almost forgotten, but such a small trace reignited the old feelings he had for that girl.



[In memory of my precious friend, Kyrie.]

The inscription below initially seemed unimportant to him.