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Lunatea did as Takeshi instructed, walking as close to the human male as she could. She focused her attention to her surroundings, her ears twitching as they tried to pick up even the slightest noise. Still, nothing came up, other than the sound of their own steps. As a result, she didn't pay attention to the writings on the tombstones that surrounded her, and when Takeshi abruptly stopped, she crashed into his back.

"H-huh? What's the matter? Don't just stop like that!" she spoke with a slightly terrified tone. The longer she stayed in this fog, the more the hair on her neck stood up. There was no doubt about it. Something, or someone hostile was hidden under all this white.

She quickly regretted saying those words.

"Oh…" She looked away with a guilty expression. "Your mother… she's buried here…"

She remembered her own mother. Even though she could be annoying sometimes, she loved her very much. And she would no doubt be distraught if anything were to happen to her.

He, no doubt, felt the same. Even if he never met her.

She opened her mouth, wanting to give a few words of comfort to him.

Only to be interrupted by the arrival of an axe-wielding woman.

The wererabbit quickly readied herself for a fight, only to realize she wasn't an enemy in the slightest. She was, in fact, Takeshi's old caretaker.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Yurine." She gave a polite bow, flashing her panties to Skarsneek who stood behind her. "He is indeed correct. We are here to help the people of this island in their fight against the Varjans."