She thought the cemetery was her final destination—quiet, undisturbed, with only the spirits of the dead for company.
He thought he could just take the commission and leave - a haunted cemetery, an ordinary mission, not worth mentioning.
In the end, none of them escaped, and none of them made it.
When the Holy Light Warhammer meets necromancy, and when the chatty mercenary meets the social terror mage, the residents of Ashvale Town discovered that the cemetery is no longer haunted, but there is a blushing mushroom and a mercenary who runs to the cemetery every day.
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"Aren't you bored alone? I'll accompany you."
"..."
"If you don't speak, you agree."
"I don't have the same - um -"
"Eat first and then talk. You are as thin as a toothpick."
"... Tolbo save me."
Tolber raised the board: "He's right. Besides, your tail touched me."
Pascal's face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat: "... I'm sorry."
The tail is still wagging.
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It's about a social terror mage who just wants to live quietly with the undead, a mercenary captain who carries a war hammer, has wolf ears and a fluffy tail, a poisonous tongue skeleton, and a group of gentle old souls.
It happened in an inconspicuous town on the border of the empire, in a forgotten cemetery, during countless late nights and early mornings.
There are wild roses under the moonlight, dried flowers in front of tombstones, and hot tea that is so sweet that it makes you sick.
A girl huddled in a black robe said "ok" for the first time.
A man with wolf ears felt for the first time that fighting was not the most important thing in the world.
There is another sentence, hidden on countless wooden boards, that Tolbo has never written:
"Look, there are still people in this world who are willing to be kind to you."
"So stop cowering."
"Sprout."
Intention: I am willing to sprout mushrooms just a little bit