Cynthia did not find it strange that Heiduo had come to Celestic Town without saying a word.
In fact, she had wanted Heiduo to return to Celestic Town for a long time, dropping hints now and then during their daily chats.
It was just that Heiduo had usually never taken them too seriously.
"Have you paid your respects?"
"I have."
Heiduo nodded. Then someone suddenly approached from beside him, carrying over a cup of tea.
It caught him off guard for a moment.
"Thank you," Heiduo said to the person.
The person smiled faintly, stepped back, and said nothing.
"A new intern," Cynthia briefly introduced. Then she said, "Grandma and Great-Grandma have been waiting for you to come back, so they didn't let me touch the graves. I only burned incense."
She also explained why, despite her close relationship with Heiduo's family, the graves on the mountain had been left in such a terrible state.
"That was only proper." Heiduo's expression did not change. No matter how dirty his family's graves were, they could not be cleaned by outsiders. It was not as if every last descendant in the family had died.
—On this matter, he had been deeply influenced by the culture of his previous life.
The two began chatting about recent events. The morning sun was not yet too fierce, warming their skin slightly, but the History Research Institute had air conditioning and was pleasantly cool.
Of course, the air conditioning was not for people. It was for certain artifacts. Some written records could not remain in high-temperature environments for long, and the same went for various other items.
Behind them, two enormous monsters were being lovey-dovey, looking exactly like a couple in the throes of romance.
Garchomp had envied Scizor for a long time. Beedrill was not