Priest Augustus's crimson halo had indeed appeared at the cemetery entrance, and there was only one continuous silhouette, indicating that he had come here only once in the past twenty-four hours. It's just that Shade could still only see the priest entering the fog-shrouded cemetery, not emerging again.
"Strange. Did the priest climb over the fence and run into the mountains?"
Shade followed the priest's silhouette into the cemetery, not particularly worried about evil spirits. Theoretically, unless an evil spirit had formed because of a Relic or some other external factor, it posed little threat to a Third Ring Arcanist like him.
After all, even if resentment turned someone into an evil spirit, it was still only the power of a single soul. There was no reason the power of human resentment should surpass the power Ring Arcanists gained by risking their lives studying ancient texts, touching ancient Relics, and pursuing mad Old Gods. Though the power of Ring Arcanists was idealistic, it still followed basic logic.
Since the priest had already obtained the location of the grave from Ms. Michelle of the House of the Blind, he did not seek out the Gravedigger for help. Instead, he walked purposefully along the stone paths between the gravestones and quickly found the marker bearing the name "Matilda Fox."
The grave lay beneath a large pine tree with luxuriant branches at the center of this burial area, and Priest Augustus's silhouette had lingered there for quite some time. Shade did not wish to pry into another person's privacy, but the overlapping crimson halos undoubtedly pointed to what Priest Augustus had been feeling as he sat before the gravestone.
"He failed to take her hand when he was young. That's a lesson for me. I have to hold on tight."
*But it seems