The tone of the grave-keeper was calm and calm, as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself.

But everybody around felt a heavy pressure from the grave-keeper and the spirit of the bloody prison.

Respect! Admire! Or fame.

The old gravekeeper doesn't care at all.

The only thing he cares about is his own mind.

There's only one reason for what he does, and that's because he wants to, and no one else can force him to.

It's ridiculous that these warriors around want to force the old grave-keepers to bow their heads by relying on a large number of people.

"These boys, too small to see the...