After leaving the cemetery, the two stood at the gate.
Kallen looked at Neo and asked, "When are you coming back to work?"
Neo said dismissively, "I'm still a poor, injured patient. Since when did the Order God Church go so far as to squeeze even its seriously injured employees?"
"The Order God Church keeps squeezing even the dead. What do you think?"
"Ahem..."
"We're very busy right now. We need people."
"Hey, you can handle this on your own. There's no need to drag me along, is there?
"What if you make a mistake? Besides, the higher-ups aren't idiots either. If they strip you of your position again and throw you in prison, someone needs to keep his job so he can bring you flour and seasonings, right?"
"Flour and seasonings?"
"To make oil-splashed noodles. Didn't you bring a bowl down to see me last time? I don't know how to make them, so I can only bring you the ingredients and let you make them yourself."
"After I finish making them, do I have to hand them to you first so you can pass them to me?"
"I'll carry them upstairs first, then bring them back down. That gives it a proper sense of ceremony."
"Heh. Right, what was that spell art about?"
"What spell art?"
"Proper Burial."
"Oh, a name I came up with on the spot. It didn't mean anything else. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.
"By the way, what about Byrne? Byrne was close to Woforen too, wasn't he? No less close than you were. What did he say?"
"The same as you. He thought having two people do this would be too much of a waste."
"Fair enough. Left to himself, he probably wouldn't want to do it. After all, he's a man who