Morning came, and the four left the inn with Henrick guiding the way. They walked for quite a distance before arriving at a cemetery. Shaneth looked around before asking, “You put your family’s heirloom in a place like this…?”

“What? It’s much better than a castle filled with undead, right?” Henrick retorted as he rubbed his chin and walked toward a grave. It was an old and shabby grave that did not seem to be special in any way.

Henrick got down on his knees, starting to dig through the soil covering the grave. He dug through the ground for quite a while before turning around to look at Iris and remarking, “Come to think of it, you’re stronger than me, right?”

“Hmm… I suppose you are right,” Iris said. She grabbed the tombstone with one hand and easily pulled it out of the ground. It was an amazing display of strength; Henrick was shocked, despite having seen it multiple times before.

“I just can’t get used to it, since she’s doing that while in the form of the princess,” Henrick said with an awkward expression.

An old, worn-out box was in the ground; Henrick opened the box after pulling it out. It contained a set of crafting tools, a few brown patches of leather, and a strange-looking thing; one could not possibly imagine what the last item was used for. Although it looked quite old and shabby, the box and its contents strangely resembled a first aid kit.

Shaneth frowned as she asked, “Don’t tell me… This is your family’s heirloom…?”

“Huh? How did you know?” Henrick replied.

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