Chapter 979: A Pub in the Graveyard

No one could make out whoever was making that noise wanted.

Dokibell decided to slow down its steps and tread more carefully.

Meanwhile, Angor found the humming voice to be quite enjoyable, if he temporarily forgot the depressing air haunting the chapel.

He felt… attracted to it.

Even though he couldn't play music, he received lots of education for nobles that instructed him how to evaluate one. He could tell that the melodies hid a whiff of sadness even though it didn't mean to sound that way.

"Deep regard and hidden sorrow… Is someone recollecting a lost friend?"

When Angor was still relishing the aria, Dokibell had arrived in front of a strange stone tablet.

"Hey, this wasn't here the last time I came."

Everybody took a look. They wouldn't have seen the broken stone as a "tablet" at all if not for the monumental inscription on it.