The wind called for more wind. Although strong enough to snap branches, it couldn't breach the shield and split around it instead. I examined the tombstone as though it were a forgotten relic. As expected, it was damaged, the engraved name just as unreadable as before. The ragged wind circled the headstone over and over.0

I glanced around, wondering if there was anything special about this burial site. With Lv. 5 Occult Knowledge, maybe I could see something others couldn't. Yet the mountains, rivers, rocks, and trees revealed no hidden patterns. 0

It was neither sacred nor cursed. No blood sacrifice, no trace of sorcery, no sign of astronomy or foreign energy. Just an unremarkable, unclaimed grave—eerily bland in its emptiness.1

[Skill: Spell Insight Lv. 3 activated.]0

Isaac had once been trapped here while searching for my true name. Hence, I expected something to come up.0

[No traces found.]0

"…"0

Well, if there had been something, Isaac would've found it first.0

I examined the underbrush, untouched by the faintest sliver of moonlight. It was the same...0