This place, since he turned eighteen, he has often come and gone, but he used to enter through a different gate than the path leading to the Holy Maiden Chorus dormitory. Perhaps the Book Knight was right, he is indeed no longer the eighteen-year-old Fisher, at least back then he wouldn't move so naturally in and out of the Holy Maiden dormitory.
Just looking at the place he hadn't seen in a long time, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, his expression becoming somewhat solemn.
It was the afternoon nap time, so there were no guards near the memorial hall, and he directly pushed open the door of the memorial hall, revealing the vast stone walls engraved with the names of sleepers, and the Mother Goddess statue at the center of those walls.
His footsteps involuntarily slowed down until the door behind him slowly closed. Emhardt, seeing no one around, slipped out from his embrace, adeptly stood on his right shoulder, and curiously surveyed the surroundings.
