Even if he is a true undead, he has a noble soul who has been destined to be a king since birth.

The young adventurers cleaned up the undead in this mass grave, and then rode away in high spirits and in high spirits, riding a fire-breathing lion.

They were regarded as heroes by the nearby villagers, and praise and cheers poured all over the world, and the minor leaders of the Holy See of Light religiously blessed these young and brave warriors in the name of the gods.

And he could only drag the remaining small half of his body, allowing the soul fire in his eye sockets to slowly drift away in the breeze.

Two days passed, and the soul fire in his eyes became fainter and weaker, so faint that under the bright light of the day, there was no trace of it.

The breeze of the midsummer morning swept through the green meadows, with a hint of freshness and comfort, brushing his shriveled little skull. These subtle perceptions can be experienced by him through spiritual perception.

In the fierce battle, a lot of grass was trampled down, and many of the blades and stalks of the grass were trampled by a pair of luxurious combat boots. But now, on top of the broken grass stems, new leaves have grown tender green shoots.

Life is so beautiful, but he probably can't see the moonlight tonight.

Thinking like this, an inexplicable sadness suddenly welled up in my heart. Before awakening to consciousness, he lived a chaotic life like those low-level necromantic creatures, only knowing that he relied on the instinct in the depths of his soul to devour his own kind and strengthen himself.

After awakening to consciousness, he still lives in a mess. Because he doesn't know what the meaning of existence and this world is in a life like himself, which comes entirely from chance.

The sun became slightly hot, and the dew on the blades of grass began to dissipate. At this moment, on the path not far from him, there was a sudden sound of brisk footsteps.

Seeing it, the footsteps were hurried but careful. When she walked into the range of his mental power perception that was getting smaller and smaller because of his weakness. He looked over intently, and the person who came was a young girl, with long pale blonde hair, and a plain white cloth skirt.

He knew her, and the girl was the only priest in the village ahead. She is a very hard-working girl, her parents died when she was a child, and she has to rely on her grandmother for her life. But two years ago, her grandmother also died and is buried in this cemetery.

Since then, she has visited her grandmother every morning in the mass grave, sometimes bringing a bouquet of wildflowers picked by the roadside, and sometimes placing a few beautiful stones in front of her grandmother's grave.

Every time he came to visit her grandmother, he would hide from a distance and secretly look at her. The girl was so pure and beautiful, and every day when the sun swirled on the ends of her pale blonde hair and then flowed into the lovely little dimples on her face, it was the happiest time of his day.

The girl would pour out her thoughts at her grandmother's grave, and each time he would hide in the distance and listen secretly, feeling her pleasure and sharing her sorrows.

Little by little, those small girl's hearts outlined a completely different world to him, in that world, there were flowers, rain and dew. The golden sunset will shine on the sheep on the distant mountains, and under the bright moon, there will be stars as bright and clean as water blinking.

He fell madly in love with this girl, like falling in love with a soft and bright dream. He hid in the distance, secretly waiting for her to appear every day, as if the whole purpose of his life was to be able to see the girl every day, and listen to her and her deceased grandmother secretly share some thoughts.

Such a scene lasted until not so long ago. For some reason, the dark elements gathered in the mass graves are becoming more and more dense, and there are constantly dead people who ignite soul fires and become the lowest necromantic creatures, wandering over this mass grave.

So there was the purge of those adventurers, and there was the ending where he was cut in two with a sword.

The girl cautiously came to her grandmother's grave, and then looked around, a weak spiritual force was gently released, and after seeing that there was no danger, the cute little face relaxed a little, and then gently placed a large bouquet of wild flowers in his hand in front of his grandmother's grave.

She was a trainee priest, and her spiritual power was like an ethereal scent, gently skimming his soul fire.

Suddenly, he felt as if he was being blown by a burst of elegant tulips, and the remaining soul fire seemed to brighten up a little because of this.

Perhaps thinking that his life was about to end, this time, under the spiritual power that swept like a weak breeze, he did not shield his breath, but let the girl discover him.

The girl had just put down the bouquet of flowers in her hand, and her upright body paused slightly, and then looked behind her curiously.

In the midst of a verdant overgrown, a shriveled and pale skull lay on top of the barren grass, and a faint soul fire flashed in the skull's eyes.

She immediately let out a low exclamation, then trotted back several steps. With a serious look on his face, he looked at him vigilantly, or rather, at the shriveled little skull.

He still looked at her calmly, the soul fire in his eyes flickering slightly. The girl looked at the little skull and looked at herself quietly, completely devoid of the cruelty and ferocity of other skeletons.

She paused for a moment, then took a small step forward, looking warily at the strange little skeleton in front of him.

The breeze swept through the ends of her hair and carried her breath to him, as if it had touched her soft golden hair.

At this moment, he suddenly felt. At this moment, dissipating and drifting away with the breeze that carried her breath was the most perfect ending.

The girl looked at him seriously, looking at his faint soul fire, and the guard in her eyes was lowered a lot. It's just a small skeleton, and the soul fire is about to dissipate between the world and the world.

With that in mind, she took two more steps closer.

Looking at the girl's approaching figure, he suddenly laughed. When it was transmitted to the body, it was only the soul fire under the eyes that flickered lightly a few times.

Then, with difficulty, he lifted the remaining arm, and with difficulty, slowly, carved a heart deep into the green grass.

The girl watched his actions and froze in place for a moment. A skeleton that doesn't actively attack humans, and a skeleton that draws hearts on the ground. It was all weird beyond her realization.

She stared blankly at the dimmer soul fire in the undead's eyes, and then the ghost sent a god, gently raised her hand, and released a small healing technique.

The gears of fate began to turn slowly.