They Call Themselves Godan.

Considering the location as well.

People from the Siracusa Family?

Aifanier frowned slightly, his expression becoming somewhat grave.

Clearly, he was still somewhat wary of such organized group actions.

And the attitude of these people when they came...

Everyone was dressed in the same black suit, their steps were unsteady, but their gazes were firm.

The towering man at the head of the group also exhibited a highly atavistic state, his sharp wolf-like eyes making people feel uneasy.

Aifanier had one hand behind his back, bracing for any potential chaos that might erupt at any moment.

But to his surprise, these people stopped about ten meters away when they arrived.

They remained silent, watching their direction.

More precisely, their gaze swept over Maria and Lamaline, finally settling on Maria.

"... Any other questions?"

Maria didn't mind their rudeness, but she didn't have much time, so she hoped to resolve the issue as soon as possible.

Moreover, she really didn't want to be too rough around the edges in this area.

Once again, Maria raised the necklace.

When these people saw the necklace, their eyes visibly dazed for a moment. After a while, the towering man shook his head.

"You have proven your identity, but... I'm sorry, I know we should fulfill all your requests, but unfortunately, outsiders are not allowed to enter here for the time being, at least not for the next few days. We hope you can understand."

"..."

Maria fell silent after receiving yet another negative answer.

Meanwhile, the Siracusa Family standing to the side tensed up.

For Siracusa, what they heard from childhood was not mythology or heroic figures.

They heard only one story.

The legend known as the Night Watcher...

The group exchanged bewildered glances, a sense of unease creeping into their hearts.

Standing at the very front, the towering man gritted his teeth after a moment of silence.

"I know this request is rather impolite to you, but... please forgive me."

He continued speaking, trying to convey that he had no malicious intent.

They were also acting in accordance with the regulations.

But...

"I see."

Maria spoke, her voice very soft.

These words caused all the family members present to widen their eyes in surprise.

So... you agree?

Almost instantly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But... they relaxed their guard too soon.

While Aifanier was still pondering what Maria would do next, Maria showed her child through her actions that sometimes problems don't necessarily require maneuvering.

Since these people are following the rules, Maria doesn't mind letting them continue to follow them.

One step... take it!

An invisible wave of air surged out almost instantly.

These air currents passed through Aifanier's body, only making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

But after these air currents passed through the family members in front of them, these people fell down in droves, like harvested wheat stalks!

Before the family members standing at the back could react, the shockwave had already swallowed their consciousness!

In an instant, everyone fainted and collapsed to the ground!

"..."

By now, Aifanier had become somewhat numb.

That's how it is; when someone displays too much wonder and power, even the most confident person finds it difficult to even think of confronting them.

We're not even on the same level, how can we compare?!

Maria, however, acted as if nothing had happened and quietly continued on her way.

They slowly walked around these people and headed towards the cemetery's iron gate...

"Snap."

The lock, made of solid steel, was crushed by Maria's bare hands like mud, and Maria merely turned slightly to look at the two people behind her.

"Let's go."

In a sense, cemeteries also have a strange connection with Banshees.

After all, before the time of Maria, the biggest impression the Banshees left on the Sarkaz, besides their mystery, was that of the officiants as farewell officiants.

This is why most Sarkaz legends feature Banshees.

In some ways, the connection between Banshees and death may be more profound than that between Eaters of the Dead and death.

Of course, none of that matters at this moment.

Maria quietly led the two of them through the rows of tombstones...

On the outermost edge, there is a park that has clearly been developed in recent years. The tombstones are neatly arranged, and each one is even numbered.

The further you go in, the more you can feel the passage of time.

The tombstones inside gradually became disordered, and even their arrangement became quite different.

Even so, Maria still found the tombstone she was looking for among them.

The gray-black stone tablet looks quite old. Even though it has been maintained quite a bit, the moss on it is still very noticeable. The originally delicate characters are now somewhat blurred, but you can still make out a few strokes of writing.

And Maria, too, knelt gently on one knee before this tombstone.

"Here it is..."

Lamaline noticed the change in Maria's emotions. After pausing for a few moments, she slowly stepped forward and asked softly.

"A child."

After a moment of silence, Maria added.

"A... baby."

"Baby?"

Lamaline spoke softly, while Maria stroked her, memories flickering in her mind.

But she fell silent.

Because she had almost forgotten what the girl looked like at the end; all she could remember was that rainy day, holding her charred body, the Madam Sicily.

Perhaps those in Great Ones can remember every detail of their lives clearly, but Maria was human; she couldn't be that perceptive.

Her memories always become blurred over time.

While some of them will indeed be remembered very clearly, most will simply fade with time.

First comes appearance, then voice, then the little things in life, followed by the other person's habits and personality, and finally, everything will be captured in one or two memorable photographs.

Then... it disappeared completely.

"She is... my sister?"

Aifanier also noticed Maria's emotional change. After hesitating for a few moments, he spoke, acknowledging that the stranger was his sister.

Perhaps... this would make her father feel better?

"Um."

Maria's eyes were slightly lowered.

"I was invited to become her godmother... I swore to her that I would protect her with my life..."

Maria's voice was soft, yet it contained a great deal of emotion.

She's always been like this; she never says what she wants to say out loud. Even when she does tell someone, she rarely explains it directly. Most of the time, she hints at it indirectly.

Lamaline to the side, stared at the tombstone for a while before pausing in surprise.

1030?

That year was the year Gaul was about to fall and the Blood Demon Grand Duke was about to rebel.

Maria should have been in Kazdel at that time, right?

Um?

Did they get the wrong tombstone?

Lamaline thought it impossible for Maria to make such a mistake.

If we combine this with Maria's slightly disjointed remarks from before, she already had an idea.

This thought made her gaze towards Maria increasingly complex.

After a moment, she uttered her last words softly.

"Maria ..."

"Um."

"Are you... really here?"

Lamaline spoke, she gazed at the rising sun behind Maria, her eyes somewhat dazed.

Maria, however, had her back to the woman and silently gazed at the tombstone in front of her.

The sound drifted and elusive with the wind.

"I have no idea."

379

Chapter 379 They called themselves Gordan.

Lamaline seemed to understand why Maria had never been by her side.

Much of this is undoubtedly due to the strange monsters, but more so, it seems, is the uncertainty surrounding it.

Maria previously stated that Ceobe was the first person she met in this world... If Ceobe is taken as the anchor point, then Maria should have appeared more than twenty years ago at the earliest.

But... the time Lamaline and Maria witnessed was over two hundred years ago, while the child Maria is seeing now is a figure from a hundred years ago...

Maria had no reason to lie to them, but the various contradictions in the timeline were difficult to reconcile.

There are many possibilities to explain all of this.

For example, Maria might experience intermittent amnesia or something else during her experience...

But given Maria's abilities, these things seem rather ridiculous coming from her.

Rather, it's because Maria was too powerful, and Lamaline came up with an answer she never dared to imagine before.

Perhaps... Maria lived in a different time than they did.

Or perhaps, Maria was not like them, someone who drifted along the river of history.

She was an anomaly, leaping back and forth within it.

This thought made Lamaline's heart stop almost instantly.