Under the night sky of the old world, the Resting Place remained as peaceful as ever.
Among the haphazardly scattered graves, a melodious tune drifted from a little shop glowing with bright lamplight.
Through the bottom of the shop's cloth curtain, one could vaguely make out a pair of long, fair legs reclining against a chair. Her jade-like feet were delicately boned, their pink nails gleaming with a soft sheen.
Just as the serenade reached its end, a disturbance suddenly arose outside.
Amid the disorderly tombstones, a pair of hands pushed open the stone lid of a coffin. With a clatter, the armored Grave Knight awoke from within.
Though he had slept in a coffin, there was not a speck of dust upon the Grave Knight's armor. Its surface bore some damaged patterns from the battle before his death, yet it remained brilliantly polished, even reflecting that sliver of moonlight from countless years ago in the sky.
The Grave Knight walked to the entrance of the only lit shop, knelt on one knee, and respectfully addressed her. "Shopkeeper."
"Come in." After a long while, a woman's voice came from behind the curtain. Her tone was elegant and languid, carrying a sensual allure that transcended gender. It was also tinged with mystery, making people unconsciously want to explore it.
The Grave Knight lifted the cloth curtain, immediately revealing the face of the owner of those beautiful legs.
She had voluminous wavy curls, long narrow eyes that swept upward at the corners, slightly full lips, and a crimson beauty mark at the edge of her mouth. Her appearance was not breathtakingly beautiful, but it suited her temperament perfectly, full of sensuality and mystery.
"Shopkeeper, I sensed tremors from the surface in the distance. They are heading toward the Resting Place without any