The Sanctuary was buzzing.
Guards ran everywhere by day, and by night it was even brighter with lights. Even the graveyard saw several waves of patrols.
Some Silver Saints even brought people to search the graveyard.
Of course, it was just symbolic. The graveyard was so big it was like a maze. The guards only circled the perimeter, asked if there were any suspicious people, and then headed back.
At one point a powerful Cosmo swept the graveyard and locked directly onto Damian.
That Cosmo was domineering and massive, very familiar, with murder plain as day.
Damian knew Saga was probing him.
He can suspect me from this?
A madman's intuition is too sharp.
Is he going to manipulate a Cloth to come make trouble in the graveyard again?
Damian put on a look of fearing Saga's Cosmo, sat on the big boulder at the graveyard gate, and let off a different, faint Cosmo—pretending to resist.
A moment later the other Cosmo vanished.
The disguise worked well.
Damian didn't believe Saga could recognize him. He was a man who could even alter and disguise his Cosmo signature.
And his muscles and pecs had been covered by the Pegasus Cloth, and it was his first time using second gear—there was no way the other side could recognize him.
Two more groups came to search the graveyard that night.
Damian paid them little mind, simply sitting on the big boulder with his eyes closed to cultivate telekinesis.
With Shion's boost, his telekinesis had climbed to a new level. Damian found that as long as he gathered it, he could sense things happening far away.
It was like telekinesis was a racing camera that could easily pick up events hundreds or even thousands of meters away.
"Let's see how far my 'telekinesis camera' can fly."
Damian calmed his mind and sent his will forward.
Even at night, the Sanctuary was full of patrols, men carrying lamps and torches, armor on and fully equipped, searching for something.
No need to say it—Saga was combing everywhere for suspicious people, hoping to find a clue.
Forget the grunts, keep playing with the telekinesis camera.
Damian's will flew on, stretching the distance, and actually reached the gate of Aries Temple.
"The graveyard must be five or six kilometers from Aries Temple at least. Let's go in."
His will extended into Aries, wanting to continue probing.
No sooner had he entered than a round‑faced, round‑browed kid appeared ahead, using telekinesis to snare crows with a cage.
"Damn it, stop!"
Damian blurted.
Kiki spun and yelped, "Who's there?"
Clang!
The cage fell to the floor. Kiki froze and looked toward "him," like he'd discovered something.
Huh?
The kid can hear me?
Damian decided to mess with him and tried speaking: "Kiki, it's Aphro. I came to check on you."
Kiki's body jolted. "Amazing—Sister Aphro can transmit her will across the air. I didn't expect you were also a telekinesis master."
The brat grinned from ear to ear. "Sister Aphro, I missed you so much. When can I see you again?"
Well now—my telekinesis even has a voice‑call feature. Interesting—just like a voice‑transmission technique.
And the kid trusts me so easily? Maybe the voice and tone mask things so he can't tell?
"Kiki, I like crows. You're not allowed to drive them off or catch them. Be friends with them, got it?"
Damian instructed him.
"It's just that these crows keep flying to Aries Temple to steal things…"
"Since you say so, I won't catch crows anymore."
Kiki flashed a fawning smile.
Damian decided to tease the brat on purpose. "Aphro likes boys with big chests. You have to train your pecs nice and strong—that's what Sister Aphro likes. Then I'll give you a kiss."
"R-Really?"
The brat's eyes lit up like he'd just been injected with adrenaline. He instinctively touched his flat chest.
Damian fanned the flames. "If you can train your pecs to be like Damian's, I'll let you kiss me—however you want."
Kiki shivered. "However I want…"
His expression turned extremely lewd; drool trickled out.
Hey…
Is this punk thinking about milk?
The next second Kiki dropped to the floor and started doing push‑ups. "Sister Aphro, wait for me—I'm definitely going to build up my pecs and learn from the gravekeeper Damian."
"Sister Aphro, are you still there?"
Damian's mind had already drifted to the next stop—Shaina's bedroom.
Shaina lived in a stone house with the other Silver Saints. The place was average, but a girl's room was neat and clean.
"After patrolling all day, I should rest."
Shaina pushed the door in, took off her Silver Cloth, and her graceful curves showed.
She picked up a towel, ready to take off her mask and have a good soak. Her hand paused at the mask, then she flipped her wrist for a grab.
"Who's there?"
She turned and snatched—but came up with nothing.
She looked toward the bed and felt inexplicably watched; gooseflesh rose.
"A Silver Saint's senses are too sharp. I was going to get a look at Shaina's pretty face—if she bathed, though… forget it."
"I, Damian, am a proper gentleman. How could I peep?"
Damian reeled his telekinesis back and set off to find Marin's room. That figure was even better—more to see…
Time flew. He estimated his telekinesis detection radius at over ten kilometers, but the farther he went, the weaker the control and the fuzzier the picture. The Twelve Temples were hard to penetrate due to the barrier.
After all, many Gold Saints had some grasp of telekinesis. Getting caught in the act would not be good, especially with the Sanctuary on high alert.
Midnight came quickly. The last batch of Sanctuary soldiers staggered out of the graveyard, all shaky on their feet.
Even with the Pope's order, they didn't dare enter the graveyard at night. The Sanctuary graveyard had nasty rumors after dark.
Most guards only circled outside, putting on a show.
"Saga's not coming? Then we're done here."
Damian shrugged and headed back.
He'd thought Lord Saga might come to play, but he seemed busy.
Then time to rest.
Yaaawn!
He gave a big yawn and flopped onto the bed.
All told, he'd been busy lately stealing Cloths and corpses and hardly resting.
He slept very deeply, until the moon set and the crows cawed.
But Damian was jolted awake by a strange sound—a heart‑rending noise like some beast's death cry, or a dying person's scream—seeping in through the window, drilling into his ears.
He had never heard such a hair‑raising screech. It sent a chill through him.
"Did some animal get into the graveyard again?"
He opened his eyes and looked at the pitch‑black window.
All he could see was darkness, maybe a few dozen yards of visibility.
The Sanctuary had a barrier, but animals could slip in sometimes. A wild animal getting inside was normal enough. Maybe it was some weird call from wildlife.
No.
This sound wasn't from a beast at all. Could it be…
.
The night was moonless and windy, eerie and still.
The pitch‑black graveyard was shrouded in mist; the occasional shadow of a burial mound and the source of that sound filled the place with bone‑deep dread.
Damian walked through the graveyard with an iron shovel in his right hand.
He wanted to scout with telekinesis, but the moment it probed into a grave it scrambled—like something interfered.
In fact, that happened every day, especially at night.
The graveyard's magnetic field was a problem.
Maybe it was because too many Saints were buried there; the lingering Cosmos sometimes collided and mingled, causing magnetic disorder.
Before long, Damian reached the grave where the sound came from, and his face changed…
(End of Chapter)
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