The Hound nodded with remarkable Humanity:
"Rest assured, this place is definitely safe. This cottage originally belonged to the Gravedigger. Even though the Gravedigger no longer exists, no undead would dare disturb this place."
"So what exactly was the Gravedigger? Some powerful individual undead?"
Theresa could not help asking, but the Hound shook its head rather solemnly:
"If you had not saved my daughter and me, I would never dare speak of this. The Gravedigger was an Angel."
No one, including Miss Violet, had expected that answer:
"Which god did they serve?"
"Not the master of this place now, but the master of this place back then."
The Hound spoke with considerable restraint, its tail hanging down uneasily:
"This place was once a gateway between life and death. Back when the master who governed Fated Death was still here, the owner of this cottage watched over the undead passing through. During the unknown years after the curtain of Old Days fell, the cottage's former owner left this place, yet no undead still dared enter it."
"Then why can you and your daughter enter this place?"
Miss Liard gathered her courage to ask, and the Hound answered:
"Because we received an invitation. Since you are temporarily staying here, you have the authority to invite us inside."
The Witch Emperor considered more than that:
"How did you learn these things? What is the source of this information?"
"The Corpse Tree has been here for many years. Because of the chaos in Spacetime, I cannot say exactly how long, but over all these years, the number of corpses that tree has devoured exceeds the total number it devoured in the World of the Living. If this world did not prevent the tree from becoming too strong, and if I had not constantly suppressed