The Story of Gothic Lady Who Met a Grave Keeper in Another World - Chapter 7
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A noblewoman was put in a carriage carrying a dead body.
Thorden was depressed.
Eri Himeno was humming in the back of the wagon behind him – she was oblivious. She did not realize that the wagon in which she was sitting was carrying a headless corpse that had been executed in the town just yesterday.
But if Eri Himeno cannot ride a horse, he has no choice.
On second thought, it would be even more impolite and dirty for him, the grave keeper, to try to ride on horseback with Eri Himeno in his arms.
I would much rather ride in a wagon carrying a corpse than on the same horse as a gravedigger.
If I hide my face with a sheet, there would be no need to spread rumours in town.
Eri Himeno’s appearance is unique.
Ivory skin and dark hair – everyone who sees her will gossip about her.
A foreigner had come to town in a gravedigger’s wagon.
If such a rumour were to get out, Eri Himeno would be finished.
He had to deliver her to the right person quickly.
Thorden hurried the wagon.
Just before entering the town, Thorden also put on a black hood.
The wagon pushed its way through the crowded town, stopping in front of an imposing stone building that stood out among the rows of wooden houses.
He dismounted his horse, unloaded Eri Himeno from the back of the cart, and hurriedly entered the building without being seen.
The entrance hall was sparsely populated.
Some were looking at the papers on the bulletin board, others were submitting books to the receptionist. Behind the receptionist was a bookshelf lined with books that stretched all the way to the second-floor stairwell.
It is a library, a branch of the government office, and a neighbourhood watch station.
“Get Sciuto out. The tomb guard is here.”
Thorden said as he stepped up to the reception desk.
The young man at the table, who had been working on the receptionist’s list, looked up at the words and stood up as soon as he saw Thorden’s face.
“Please wait, sir, right away. Please don’t touch anything.”
The young man’s voice trailed off and he ran to the back of the stacks.
Thorden looked at his hands.
Touch nothing – touch nothing.
A gravedigger is an unclean being. Therefore, anything he touches is equally unclean.
That is why Thorden always wears gloves.
At home, of course, he takes them off, but when he comes to town, he tries not to let his skin come into direct contact with anything.
If he did not throw away the cloth that the grave keeper touched, he would die, and if he did not smash the dishes that the grave keeper used, they would be a source of the plague.
They are not foolish people.
Thorden was a symbol of death – death itself.
” Don’t come suddenly, Thorden. Give me a head start.”
The staff member cried out,
“I’ve had words with the gravedigger.”
Soon after, a grey-haired man appeared from the back of the stacks.
He was looking like he is in his mid-thirties. He was a middle-aged man with dark circles under his eyes and a scruffy beard, looking extremely unhealthy.
His right leg is missing from the knee down because it was attacked by a walker in the past and necrotic from the bite site.
When he was almost killed, Thorden saved him, and since then he has been told to turn to him for help.
Neither of them has told anyone that Thorden saved Scythian.
The reason is that those who are saved by the gravedigger become dead while still alive, and are forever subject to the gravedigger.
Thorden decided that he “killed” a deceased person who happened to be running amok in front of him.
And Sciuto decided that he “escaped” from the walker on his own.
The encounter in the forest at night was instantaneous–they did not exchange a single word, and the contract was sealed.
‘–Eri Himeno.”
Thorden called out to Eri Himeno, who was standing there with a sheet over her head.
Eri Himeno stepped forward and peeked out from the sheet.
Sciuto looked at Eri Himeno’s face and his eyes widened lightly.
“You’re not from this country, are you?”
“Oh, She doesn’t even speak our language. She must have gotten separated from his followers and wandered off into the forest. I want you to take her back to where she belongs. I’m sure you can communicate with her”
Sciuto looked around at Eri Himeno with an impassive gaze.
Then he opened his mouth.
“Are you from Germany?”
Eri Hymeno reacted with a jerk.
Her dark eyes widened and she stared at Sciuto.
What Sciuto just said was “common language. In other words, it is a language that can be understood equally by all living creatures and can only be used by high-ranking librarians.
“What is it? —? —!”
Eri Hymeno cried out.
Then she jumped on Sciuto and started to talk fast.
Thorden was relieved.
He was a little nervous about the fact that he was not the one to whom Eri Himeno was desperately clinging, but it was too much to show it.
Oh, so Eri Himeno’s hometown is in Germany.
I had never heard of this place, but it must be a foreign land, somewhere beyond the reach of Thorden’s knowledge.
Sciuto, who had been listening attentively to Eri Himeno’s words, looked down at her with eyes filled with sincere pity.
Then he said, “I feel sorry for you, young lady.”
“I feel sorry for you, young lady. You can’t go back to Germany. You live in a different ‘world’ to begin with.”
“What?”
Eri Himeno nodded her head.
Thorden felt the same way.
Even though he was an outsider, he could not help but nod his head.
“You came to us from another world through the cemetery. As far as I know, there have been six guests from another world in the past 30 years – two of them were dead when they were found. The remaining four brought knowledge and technology from other worlds to this world and contributed to its development. The buildings in this country are subtly similar to those in Germany, aren’t they? That’s because the rare people who appeared in this country were from Germany.”
Rare people, Thorden repeated.
I have heard stories about them.
Visitors from another world. There are phantom worlds far more civilized than this one, and they sometimes wander into ours.
And he is astonished when he realizes what that means.
“–do you understand? Thorden.”
“This young lady is your “property” and your “asset”. You are free to sell her to the state or keep her with you. If you sell her to the state, I will take care of it and pay you the bounty.”
Thorden looked at Eri Himeno.
The puzzled look on her face did not seem to indicate that she understood the situation, even after the explanation.