Turning back, I pulled out a dagger I had tied to my thigh with my left hand.
The dagger, which cut through the air like flowing water and aimed at the opponentâs neck, was blocked in the air without cutting off a single hair of the opponent.
âAh, this.â
As if they had expected me to attack, the opponent held my arm so leisurely to block the attack.
Immediately I thought of the next best thing.
Iâm going to grab his arm, twist it, and kick him in the stomach- Oh, wait a minute.
â⊠Caesar?!â
âShh.â
I was shocked when I belatedly checked the other personâs face.
I mean, why are you here when youâre supposed to be at the Cathedral with Yulika?
âWow. I had a chill on my back. Iâd truly almost died.â
He skillfully snatched the dagger from my hand.
âWhat are you doing here!?â
âDonât worry. The crown prince has returned to the imperial palace after receiving a very urgent report that âthere was a sudden conflict with the barbarians in the frontier areaâ.â
Whirl. After Caesar turned the dagger several times in the air, he directed the handle toward me.
Still puzzled, I took the blade and strapped it back to my thigh.
âBut are you going to be okay?â
âIâve prepared it with Marquis Ben. I intentionally spilled the news to Brande. By now, the imperial carriage carrying Hamilton must be rushing towards the imperial castle.â
Ah⊠Hamilton.
He didnât like this plan but still got caught up in it.
Come to think of it. Iâm still very upset at Hamilton for telling Caesar about our meeting.
It serves you right!
âDo you have any more questions?â Caesar smiled and tilted his head to the side.
He had a completely different expression from that Caesarâs, who was cold and brutal when weâd met in the temple a while ago.
âThis is the Caesar I know.â
Looking at that expression, I feel somewhat reassured.
âNo more question.â
âAll right. ThenâŠâ Caesar stretched out his arms toward me.
âLetâs hug.â
I laughed as I put back the candlestick and leaned in his arms.
As soon as his collar touched my cheek, he hugged me tightly. I snuck into his arms almost as if I were buried.
âHe feels very thin.â
Is it because of heartache?
Well, it was said he was even doing the emperorâs work these days.
âEat more.â
Caesar brought up what I wanted to say first.
âYou look like you lost weight. What if you die like this, Helena?â
âPeople donât disappear that easily.â
âWhere does all the sugar you eat disappear to?â Caesar chuckled softly. His cheeks tickled as his body shook.
âAll right, thatâs enough for now.â
He slowly released me from his arms. But I could feel I wasnât the only one who was disappointed.
I waited for the following words, still clutching his sleeve.
âSo, you secretly infiltrated the Dracoism meeting?â
Ugh.
I raised one eyebrow and looked up at Caesar.
âYouâre not going to nag me here, are you?â
âI have to point out what I have to point out. Otherwise, youâll jump into dangerous things on your own again. Just like now.â
Caesar pinched my cheeks slightly before releasing them.
âPlease discuss first, Helena.â
âI canât help it. I canât even get close to you right now,â I said out of frustration.
I regretted saying that immediately because Caesarâs eyes shook so clearly, even in the darkness.
He let out a forced smile, erasing my guilt.
â⊠Please tell Leonard or Hamilton. Itâll eventually reach me as well,â he said after a while.
âAll right, Iâll do that.â
It was just an oral promise, but I thought it would be fine if this could give him peace of mind.
Caesar smiled softly at me, nodding his head.
âWell, shall we go find Dante Renatus then?â He raised the tone as if to evoke the atmosphere.
I laughed out loud at the lively tone that didnât fit the place.
***
The coffins preserved in the Cathedral differed from burials and were usually made of sarcophagi.
âItâs more of a work of art than a coffin,â I muttered as I scanned the various coffins lined up on either side.
Stone carvings of people carrying coffins on their shoulders, engravings of the life of a reclining person on the side of the coffin, adorned with goldâŠ
I was tongue-tied at the splendor.
âSeriously, why make the box where a dead body is kept so glamorous?â
âSometimes Iâm surprised by your insensitiveness.â Caesar let out a bitter laugh at my grumble.
âItâs hard to tell which one of Danteâs coffin is.â
No name tag was attached to the coffin, so it was impossible to know unless you opened it one by one.
Wait a minute. Can we even know even if we opened it?
No matter how much embalming was done, the body mustâve been distorted and shriveled.
âMy mummified body⊠Now that I imagine it in detail, I donât want to see it.â
Ummm. I spontaneously groaned.
âAll we have to do is check the coffinâs lid,â Caesar murmured as he examined a sculpture carved into a nearby coffin.
âThe coffinâs lid?â
âYes. The lid is carved with the whole body of the owner.â
My face crumpled automatically. All I could think about was Such bad taste.
âMost of the bodies here are men, so we should be able to find it in no time.â
âThe coffinâs lid. So do I have to climb up peopleâs coffins one by one?â
Identifying the coffinâs lid with a normal human height was difficult. I wish I had a footrest or a ladder, but there was no such thing now.
âWe can check it without climbing up, right?â Caesar refuted my concerns in a light tone.
âWhat?â
âWhat is your height plus my height?â
Thatâs right. As long as Caesar hugs me up, itâll work out.
âOh, I see! Then Iâll ask you a favor, Caesar!â
âThatâs not it, Helena.â
âItâs not?â
âCome on, say âHug me, please,â with a lovely expression on your face.â Caesar raised his chin and began to make strange demands on me with a triumphant smile.
Whatâs wrong with this guy? Did he become weird after not meeting for a long time?
âUmm⊠Iâll be grateful if you can⊠hu- lift me.â
âThat sentence wonât work.â
And becoming trickier.
Why are you so persistent with that one sentence?
Well, Iâm as persistent because Iâm too shy to say that one sentence.
I stuttered again, barely enduring the burning of my face.
âH-Hug⊠Do I really have to say this?â
âHurry up, Helena.â
âKugh⊠Hug me⊠pleaseâŠâ
âHmm. Thatâs 90 points out of 100. Still 10 points short, Iâll let it pass because youâre cute when you tried.â
âThank you. Damn it.â
âCome here, come here.â Caesar smiled and held out his hands. I was still angry, but we didnât have time, so I approached him without hesitation.
Caesar immediately grabbed me and made me sit on his shoulders.
âHey, is it not heavy?!â
I was surprised that I was lifted so easily.
âItâs heavy, but itâs okay because itâs Helena.â
âWhat kind of logic is that? Say itâs light right now.â
âItâs so light that I donât feel any weight at all.â
âGreat. Letâs move forward.â
After relieving the tension with a light joke, we began to carefully examine the coffins at the very end, one by one.
As Caesar had said, the coffinâs lid was embossed with a figure of a person lying down.
Most of them are old adult men, so such a coffin was passed by without having to look closely.
âNeither is this⊠Mm, not this either.â
âYou still havenât found it? I think Iâm about to have a problem with my shoulders.â
âOh, Iâm sorry. If itâs too hard, should I lift you instead?â
â⊠I will do my best to endure it.â
Caesar refuted my remarks in a sullen voice. Perhaps he didnât want me to lift him because itâd be humiliating.
It was harder than I thought to find Danteâs coffin by relying on candles in the dark underground.
Still, after carefully examining them one by one, I finally found a sarcophagus with a familiar face.
âThis is itâŠ!â
Itâs my face.
Iâve been lying there with my eyes closed since 500 years ago.
Even though it was made of stone, the appearance was so real that there was no difference from the real thing. I felt like Iâd be able to feel body temperature when I touched it.
âIt feels weird.â
Watching my dead body lying as if sleeping, as a completely different person felt weird.
Caesar got me down. We had to calm down for a while before opening the coffin lid.
No matter how big our guts were, facing a corpse directly required some determination. Especially if it was my own body.
â⊠Are you ready, Helena?â
âYes.â
âAll right, letâs open it.â
Because it was a sarcophagus, the lidâs weight was enormous, and it was not easy to open even with a lever.
Still, the upper part of the coffin was pushed back by a span.
âHey, itâs open,â I said, rubbing my trembling arms. I thought it was fortunate, but Caesar frowned.
âIt was so much easier to open than I thought,â He whispered.
âApart from the weight, it mustnât have been opened in hundreds of years. Didnât it open more easily than expected?â
âRight. Come to think of it. It doesnât smell that much either.â
No matter how embalmed the body, the smell should appear when you open the lid.
However, there was hardly any odor inside the coffin. There was only a faint smell of dust.
âAnyway, weâll have to check it out.â
I strode to the front of the open coffin. I thought it would be better if the body were completely rotten, and there was no way to do anything about it.
But before I could look inside, Caesar grabbed my shoulder and stopped me.
âIâll check it out.â
Apparently, he didnât want me to see the body.
In my previous life, it was my daily routine to see bodies lying around in battle.
âWell. Still, seeing my body in person might be a little off-putting.â
I decided to accept Caesarâs consideration and took a step back.
After taking a deep breath, Caesar took the candlestick from me and proceeded to the front of the coffin.
He stood on tiptoe and peered carefully into the small crevice.
âCan you see it?â Standing behind him, I hurriedly asked impatiently.
However, there was no response even after a long time.
As Caesar looked into the coffin for a long time, there must be something nice. He moved the candlestick from place to place meticulously.
âWhatâs the matter?â
After a long time beyond nervousness, I finally asked with an ominous feeling.
And finally, the answer came.
â⊠Nothing.â
âWhat?â
âThereâs nothing,â Caesar turned to me and said. Are you kidding me? I was about to say. But his stiff expression made me sure it wasnât a joke.
âI want to see it, too.â
Eventually, I hung on to the coffin and looked inside.
â⊠How did thisâŠ?â
Caesar was right.
There was nothing in the coffin. Not the body. Not the linen cloth that the body was wrapped in. And not the things that wouldâve been buried together. There was nothing.
âIs the coffin opening easier because someone had already opened it once?â I turned to Caesar and asked. He didnât answer, just frowned.