Rumble…
Dark clouds roll in from afar, covering the sky.
Beneath that gloomy air, the gravedigger’s wife stood alone, as if she were a tombstone announcing the end of the world.
“Hey, you! Why are you here again, doing this?”
At that moment, a large man approached, gripping an axe. He was Bradek, the monastery’s gatekeeper and handyman, who seemed to have spotted the woman while chopping wood and hurried over.
His habit of roughly handling the orphans hadn’t gone anywhere; he shoved the gravedigger’s wife and shouted,
“How many times do I have to tell you to understand? Your damn kid isn’t here! If you don’t get lost right now, I’ll really give you a taste of pain this time!”
But his fierce momentum didn’t last long. Just as Bradek was about to grab the woman by the collar—
“Kuh… ack!”
Instead, he found himself helplessly caught in her grip, dangling in the air.
“…!”
The children watched in terror as the man struggled helplessly, his neck squeezed. Where did that scrawny woman get such strength from?
“…Every other day, children’s corpses come into Dunstan Cemetery. Don’t you wonder where all these children are dying from?”
The woman, holding the massive Bradek up in the air…