Chapter 0002: What on earth is it to crawl out of a coffin after the journey is complete

Of course, Rebecca could not be certain whether this was due to Aunt Hetty's renowned "magic that never strikes a person" constitution having an effect

Seeing this, Rebecca did not say a word and raised her staff, swinging it down with all her might: "Oh, great ancestor! May you rest in peace!"

The voice of Sir Byron Kirk, the family knight, came from behind: "My lord the Viscount, the passage has been sealed off, and those monsters should not be able to enter for the time being"

That hand was directly smashed back into the coffin, and at the same time, a cry of pain came from the coffin: "What the hell, who hit my hand!"

Byron's long sword suddenly pressed down again by one point: "You have quite a lot of audacity!"

Hedy smiled stiffly; she could not answer this question and had no choice but to continue searching for the mechanism to open the deeper tomb chamber according to the hints on the mural

Who are you! How dare you trespass into the ancestral tomb of the Cecil family!" Hedy strode forward, her tone laced with uncontrollable anger. For someone of her noble lineage, the desecration of the ancestral tomb by grave robbers was enough to send her into a furious rage—if this matter were to spread, the already precarious reputation of the Cecil family would likely be irreparably damaged

However, in the next moment, Rebecca vigorously shook her hair, casting aside all the weak thoughts that had surfaced in her mind. Heavy rocks and steel do not provide true and lasting security; rather, they may weaken one's will, causing her to become immersed in this fleeting illusion of safety. With this thought, the young heir of the Cecil family could not help but grip tightly the already dim wand in her hand, hoping that this weapon would grant her more courage

This is the resting place of the ancestors of the Cecil family," Hettie said solemnly, "Please do not commit any acts of disrespect.

It is indeed at that critical moment of life and death now... Rebecca took a deep breath, "Will our ancestors forgive us?"

The stone door leading to the deep burial chamber immediately emitted a slight vibration, and then the entire stone slab slowly rose upward with a sound of friction

The petite figure darted around Knight Byron like a gust of wind, occasionally transforming into a wisp of black smoke that vanished into the ever-present shadows of the tomb. Her mastery of shadow manipulation and agile footwork left Rebecca in awe—rarely did one encounter a rogue capable of entangling with Knight Byron for such an extended period. However, as the remaining three soldiers completed their encirclement, and Hedy, with flames swirling around her hand, blocked the entrance to the tomb, the agile figure ultimately lost all avenues for escape and fell to the ground in a state of utter disarray.

Only when she stopped did Rebecca clearly see the appearance of the intruder—a girl who seemed to be about the same age as herself, though slightly shorter. She was dressed in worn leather armor, had short hair that reached her ears, and possessed a beautiful face. Despite the numerous stains on her face, it was still evident that she was a beauty in the making. What was most striking were her ears, which were pointed but not as elongated as those of an elf, indicating her lineage: a half-elf.

She did not exert much effort before locating the special stone pillar, and then placed her hand on the top of the pillar, applying a slight downward pressure.

However, it is impossible to determine the exact lineage of her partner, as the power of elven bloodlines is so formidable that the racial characteristics of hybrids between humans or orcs and elves are generally quite similar

The half-elf girl was truly on the verge of tears this time: "Don't... don't kill me yet! Compared to this, your ancestor's coffin lid is about to collapse!"

Including herself and Byron Knight, these seven individuals are likely the last survivors—those who remain on the surface cannot possibly survive

The three soldiers exchanged glances, and even Byron looked bewildered. However, at this moment, Rebecca finally reacted; she swiftly dashed to the platform where the coffin was placed. Meanwhile, the coffin lid had been completely pushed open, and a hand emerged from the gap.

Hedti Cecil carefully examined the murals and reliefs for a long time. In contrast to the frivolous style that emerged in modern times, characterized by its ostentation and originating from the northern countries, the decorations in this stone hall appeared solemn and unadorned, imbued with a distinct "First Dynasty" atmosphere. The murals depicted heroic figures or local customs, while the reliefs illustrated scenes leaning towards mythological legends and abstract divine symbols. As a learned spellcaster, Hedti excelled at extracting useful insights from these ancient images.

The half-kneeling mixed-blood elven girl turned her head to see this scene and couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Look, your ancestors have completely risen from the dead this time, haven't they"

This possibility immediately caused Rebecca to break out in a cold sweat, and just as she was about to jump off the platform to hide behind the soldiers, the heavy lid of the black steel coffin was pushed up again—this time, the person inside the coffin used all their strength, and the entire coffin lid was actually sent flying out!

She then turned around, surveying the few people remaining beside her: three soldiers were holding torches, keeping watch over the surroundings, Aunt Hetty was carefully examining the wall at the end of the stone hall while holding a burning fireball, and the confused little maid Betty, who had followed along, was clutching the frying pan she had carried all the way, timidly hiding behind the soldiers, curiously observing the place with her big, blinking eyes.

Is anyone inside? ! '' Hedy immediately reacted and whispered, '' Byron ! ''

Looking at the content of the murals and reliefs, Hedy could not help but place her left hand on her chest and murmured, "May the ancestors forgive..."

Rebecca lowered her head to look at the staff in her hand, and this time it was her turn to almost cry: "Aunt, am I being a bit disrespectful to our ancestors..."

The half-elf girl was pinned down by a longsword, and upon being glared at by Hetty and Rebecca, her voice immediately trembled: "Wait... wait a moment! I haven't stolen anything yet!"

Rebecca was taken aback: "Aunt?"

Rebecca also stared wide-eyed at the half-blood elf—although this sudden event left her somewhat bewildered, the mere presence of an outsider in the ancestral tomb, which was considered a forbidden area, was enough to infuriate her.

However, Hetty suddenly shouted: "Rebecca! Get away from that!"

The knight did not wait for further instructions and immediately charged towards the stone door with his longsword in hand. The other three warriors followed closely behind, and after a moment of hesitation, Rebecca also rushed forward, shouting without looking back at the confused little maid: "Betty! Find a place to hide!"

This is an ancient place, where cobwebs and thick dust can be seen everywhere in the rectangular stone hall. Some decayed artifacts are piled at one end of the hall; despite their dilapidated condition, their former elegance and grandeur can still be discerned. On the walls surrounding the stone hall, well-preserved murals and reliefs can still be seen. Although the murals have faded and the reliefs show slight wear, they remain viewable. On the walls surrounding the stone hall, well-preserved murals and reliefs can still be seen. Although the murals have faded and the reliefs show slight wear, they remain viewable

As soon as Rebecca rushed into the tomb, she saw the previously entered Knight Byron swinging his sword at a nimble, petite figure.

After confirming the condition of each individual, Rebecca could not help but take a careful look at the situation in this stone hall

Subsequently, a man with short light brown hair, a dignified and imposing appearance, dressed in traditional noble attire, sat up from within.

Rebecca glanced back at the loyal knight, whose steel armor was covered in scars, with a noticeable dent on the chest plate. His short gray-white hair bore clear signs of scorching—evidence of the fireball that Aunt Hetty had used to rescue him from the jaws of a monster. The situation had been extremely perilous, with the fireball exploding almost against the knight's scalp. Had it not been for the favor of fortune, this knight, who had been loyal to the family for twenty years, would likely have become a corpse.

But just as the stone door rose, Rebecca heard an unusual sound coming from behind it—a clatter of objects falling to the ground, followed by an uncontrollable gasp.

As soon as the half-blood elf girl landed, Knight Byron stepped forward and placed his longsword against her neck, while the remaining three soldiers immediately closed in around her, their three sharp swords blocking all her escape routes.

Thank you for your hard work, Sir Byron," Rebecca lowered her eyelids to conceal the fatigue in her eyes, "At least we can catch our breath now

Accompanied by the weeping voice of the half-elf girl, the sounds from the black steel coffin grew increasingly louder, to the point where the coffin lid visibly trembled

Rebecca stared blankly as she looked up and saw her family knight, her aunt, and three warriors all staring at her in astonishment

Aunt Hettie," Rebecca approached Hettie with her staff, the young girl looked a bit nervous. Until this moment, it seemed she had finally realized what kind of place she had entered, and she began to feel somewhat uneasy, "This place..."

This could possibly be the resurrection of the undead! Hedy's face turned pale, Perhaps those monsters on the surface... have corrupted the sacred remains of our ancestors

Since a hundred years ago, when Marquis Grumman took the sacred relic from the ancestral tomb without permission and participated in the rebellion that nearly led to the family's destruction, this place has been completely sealed off. The descendants of the Cecil family all know the method to enter here, but due to the family decree, no one dares to enter without a life-and-death situation. Hettie cast a deep glance at Rebecca, saying, "We are the first to step into this place in a hundred years."

The roar of the captain of the guard could not be heard, nor the cries of the wounded and dying, and the terrifying howls and roars of the monsters were also silenced. All sounds were blocked by the heavy and solid stone and steel. Although everyone knew that this barrier was merely temporary, in this moment of tranquility, Rebecca could not help but let out a long sigh—how wonderful it would be if the hell outside were just a nightmare.

As the heavy stone door slowly closed under the influence of an ancient spell, the power of magic flowed along the grooves on the walls and floor, forming a closed energy cycle, while the nightmarish world outside seemed to be completely isolated.

Ancestor!" Hettie was instantly taken aback, as this lady, who was known for her dignified elegance in noble circles, had never lost her composure like this before. "Please rest in peace! Those who disturb you will be punished..."

The half-elf girl exclaimed loudly: "What good is talking nonsense at this time! Hurry up and secure your ancestor's coffin lid!"

Moments later, Rebecca was the first to react, as a fist-sized fireball emerged from the tip of her staff, pointing at the half-kneeling half-elf: "What have you done to our ancestors?"

As soon as the knight's voice fell, a strange clattering sound suddenly emanated from the black steel coffin in the center of the tomb. This bizarre noise immediately reached everyone's ears, and all, including Rebecca, fell silent at once

Rebecca swallowed hard and looked around: "It seems like no one has been here for a long time..."