You Are Not Lowly

Atubal, also known as Horn, had vanished without a trace after Blackface's death.

Clemo knew that he must have been searching for the fallen Firewood Collector who had killed Blackface in his own way.

And he had no intention of involving Clemo in this matter, choosing to press onward alone.

However, Clemo had not given up and had continued searching for his whereabouts.

Unfortunately, a long time had passed, and he had found nothing.

"Not yet." Clemo shook his head. "But I believe he's still alive."

Seeing that both of her questions had dampened his mood, Retali did not know what else to say. She could only lean against his chest and quietly keep him company.

In a drifting region outside Candlewood Island.

A gigantic coffin reeking of corpses sailed in from the distant sea, while a blue flame gathered along the shore and formed Rogue's body.

Perhaps because he had spotted Rogue from afar, the Undying One atop the Corpse Spirit giant coffin leaped down as well, dropping from its roof onto the shore.

Looking at the Candle Keeper before him, The Undying Kehel could barely conceal his excitement. He quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply in respect.

"Representative of the Will of Candlelight, I am deeply honored that you have arrived as promised."

Rogue raised a hand slightly, stopping him from bowing further. "Chief Kahel, there is no need for such meaningless formalities."

"I obey your will, representative of Candlefire." After calming himself, Kahel remained respectful. "I have temporarily stationed my people's vessel in these waters... If the presence of my people displeases you, I will have it sail away at once."

...That really wasn't necessary.

Kehel's words left Rogue momentarily speechless.

"I learned of the Corpse Spirit Race from the Warriors of Candlelight."

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