Regretless Cemetery?
After hearing the Sorrowful Guide's words, Brother Yu thought for a moment. Once it pointed out the direction, he bid it farewell and left the Sorrowful Cathedral.
The Sorrowful Guide silently watched Brother Yu and the Deathflame Sword depart.
After leaving the Sorrowful Cathedral,
Brother Yu headed in the direction indicated by the Sorrowful Guide.
Along the way, he spoke with the Deathflame Sword, asking about the scabbard.
"Do you really have a scabbard? Have you remembered anything?"
Hearing this, the Deathflame Sword's voice carried a trace of uncertainty. "I haven't remembered anything, but—there should be one, I think—"
Brother Yu rubbed his chin, then suddenly laughed. "Then weren't you running around naked this whole time?"
"What?" The Deathflame Sword did not get it at first. After a brief pause, it understood what Brother Yu meant and snapped irritably—
"Fuck off!"
After teasing the Deathflame Sword a little, Brother Yu turned the conversation back to the Mourning Nation before them and the words spoken by the Sorrowful Guide.
"Mourning the dead with the Power of Death Fire—"
"—I remember that the Spirit Candle World's power system includes souls, doesn't it?"
"Why can't they just speak directly to the souls?"
Brother Yu was somewhat puzzled.
The Deathflame Sword did not know the answer to his question either, so it naturally could not explain.
After thinking of all the souls Candlewood Island had encountered thus far, Brother Yu felt that the logic did make sense.
After all, those souls were mostly like broken recorders, capable only of endlessly repeating meaningless words. Naturally, that could not satisfy the longing of the living.
So Brother Yu did not doubt it too much.
Still, due to the importance of this operation, he remained somewhat wary.
After all, none of Candlewood Island's hostile forces