Dancing is not allowed on the grave

"wedding?"

Syl received the invitation, and the first time he opened it, he saw the signature on the lower right corner: Melotti.

And the groom's name is... Angus.

So, Melotti ended up marrying this man named Angus?

Lancelot understood the doubt in Searle's eyes: "As far as I know, this is a marriage arranged by the empire for Melotti, and the marriage partner is a very rich duke. Angus' fief is on the border, and the owner Holding a heavy army, the empire seems to be quite afraid of him, and marrying the princess also means to win over and monitor him."

Syl frowned, remembering what Melotti said before.

He glanced at the black envelope from the corner of his eye, and found that it was written on it——by Baron Mace.

"Is this invitation for Mace?"

"It was originally like this." Lancelot said softly, "But Baron Mace no longer exists."

Syr was silent, "Is he dead?"

"Yes, you saw it yesterday, too."

"I..." Syl opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He thought he was having a nightmare.

Rather, he wished it was just a nightmare.

"He deserved it," Lancelot said.

But Syl disagreed, "He deserves to die, but his crimes should be judged, the townspeople should be given justice, and then put on the gallows... instead of being torn alive by the irrational undead like this. "

Lancelot smiled, "Sounds a little naive, Your Highness."

"I..." Syl was about to retort when the wool roll was rubbed by cold hands.

"But I hope you always do."

Sil was dumb.

He bowed his head embarrassingly and straightened his hair, "By the way, where are the ghosts of the townspeople?"

"They died too."

"...Huh?" Syl looked back at the empty cemetery.

"Because of the special environment of the cemetery, they were resurrected as undead after being dumped here, not voluntarily. The meaning of most of them continuing to exist is to wait to see Baron Metz's body, or to hear the news of his death—now Their obsession is gone."

The Augustinian Empire had very strict control over the nobility in each region. If the baron of Karami Town did not attend the princess's wedding, the royal family would think that he was suspected of rebellion, and they would send people to investigate at that time, which would cause serious trouble.

So even if Syl was unwilling in his heart, he could only equip Metz's Baron Medal and accept the invitation on behalf of Karami.

【Baron Medal (Equipped)】

[Congratulations on your status: Baron, current reputation -1000/1000]

Lancelot brought the dress and accessories, and Searson let him do it without love, staring at the medal on his chest that originally belonged to Mace and sighed, "Mr. Steward, I'm dirty."

Lancelot: "...Your Highness, don't talk nonsense."

"Really, if you could get inside my head, you'd hear a little man screaming: 'Take it off, take it off!'"

Lancelot suppressed a smile and looked away, "I have wronged you."

The style of this dress is gorgeous, and it is very troublesome to wear. Even Lancelot needs to tidy up for a long time.

Mr. Housekeeper seemed to have forgotten the low temperature of his fingers, and he did not wear gloves. From time to time, his fingertips rubbed against Searle's waist, ears, and neck. I wonder if it was because it was too cold. Searle felt numb and itchy. The whole process of dressing The pain was so great that he couldn't help but want to run away.

Lancelot, on the other hand, took his time and seemed not in a hurry.

"That, Mr. Butler."

"Ok?"

"It seems a long way from here to the border?"

Seale remembered that Lancelot said yesterday that the border where Angus was located was exactly opposite to Karami, and they were located at the two ends of Augustine.

"It's about a day in a carriage." This is the speed of the ghost carriage. If you want to change to an ordinary carriage, I'm afraid you may not be able to get there at the beginning of the wedding.

"Then let's get in the carriage first, and we'll get the clothes in the carriage." Syl said, grabbing a feathered top hat and putting it on the top of his still messy hair, turned around and ran out, as if to hide himself In embarrassment, he still yelled "Chong Chong Chong".

When Lancelot took the dry food and got into the car, he saw him arranging his hair with a small bronze mirror, so he sat in front of him and drove the horse forward with dead bells.

So Lancelot didn't realize that Syl was looking at himself while holding up the bronze mirror.

The place where the ghost carriage went was not far away before, and they were all small towns. Lancelot walked in remote dark places and was basically undetected.But this time it was different. Not to mention the long distance, it had to pass through several cities, and it was more difficult to pass through the city gates guarded by guards.

After all, their carriage didn't even have a carriage, only a coffin.

"Then what?" Syl took out his small purse, "How about we hide it and hire a carriage?"

Lancelot shook his head, "No, I can use a trick to make the ghost horse look like a normal horse."

Old horses know the way. In the Augustinian Empire, there was a precedent of horses pulling the bones of the dead back home. In such a situation, the guards guarding the city would not stop them.

"It's just that you want to wrong Your Highness and lie in the coffin with me."

And close the lid.

So before the carriage arrived at the gate of the first city, Syl lay down in the coffin, with his hands flat on his chest in a dignified manner, just short of writing the word "peaceful".

Lancelot's legs were too long, so he adjusted his position to lie down smoothly and pull the coffin lid.

The last ray of light was swallowed by the darkness, and there was silence in the coffin. Syl's breathing could be clearly heard, and the rhythm was a bit disordered.

"Mr. Butler, why can't I hear you breathing?"

"I don't need to breathe," Lancelot replied.

"???" Syl was confused and a little panicked.

But thinking that Lancelot is completely different from the undead, and that the testing crystals of the Holy See of Holy Light also showed that everything is normal, he relaxed a little.

"Is it like this for all of you who practice magic? Don't you need to eat or breathe?"

Syl had never heard of any magical world with such a setting.

Lancelot didn't answer. He only put his fingers into Searle's nose in the dark, and estimated, "According to this breathing rate, the air inside is enough for you to last for three to ten minutes."

"Can you cross this city in three or ten minutes?"

Searle heard the housekeeper seem to chuckle, but he answered him in a serious tone, "I don't know, but..."

"But what?"

"If His Highness lacks oxygen, I can help."

"Huh? What help?"

Searle thought that in his original world, artificial respiration would usually be performed in the event of hypoxia.

But in Rosella, there shouldn't be such an operation, right?

Lancelot explained solemnly: "We magicians have a special way of breathing, through..."

"?!" Syl seemed to understand something "a special way of breathing? Could it be—"

"Breath of ice, the first form?"

Lancelot: "..."

Before he could answer, Searle asked again, "Speaking of which, Mr. Steward, why can you turn a ghost horse into a horse with your tricks, but not a coffin into a carriage?"

Lancelot: "..."

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