Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1366 - 152 Triclops

"Ah, I finally remember," Freya, who had been sitting silently by Catherine’s side and had ceded the stage of the performance to her, suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, breaking the implicit understanding between Catherine and Shiela’s gaze. Her Highness stared intently at the middle-aged looking female ghost before her and whispered, "Ever since we met, I’ve felt that there was something familiar about the way you paid respects to us, but I couldn’t recall where I had seen it. Now, I finally remember."

"You gave me quite a scare," although Lina’s ears were tuned to the confrontation between the two ladies, her eyes remained fixed on the book she was holding. Freya’s sudden exclamation caused her to tremble, nearly toppling the stone oil lamp on the table. The priestess carefully put away her book, gave Freya a glare, and pouted, "What’s so surprising about the way someone pays their respects? Haven’t we seen all kinds of etiquette before?"

"No, etiquette is very important," Catherine said gravely. "Each race has its unique etiquette, so through etiquette, one can determine the race to which a creature with no obvious characteristics belongs. Going a step further, we can see which races a person has frequent contact with. However, I don’t recall where I have seen etiquette similar to that of Miss Shiela." She paused, then added apologetically, "Ah, sorry, Miss Shiela. Please forgive us. We didn’t mean to offend."

"It doesn’t matter," although the conversation between her and Catherine had been interrupted by Freya, and they were discussing her race openly, the older female ghost showed no displeasure. Instead, she seemed quite intrigued, "I am also curious. Where have you seen such etiquette as mine?"

"Because my memory has always been better than yours, like that year under our grandfather’s statue when you stole my... Ahaha, nevermind." Her Highness almost let slip a secret shared between the two in front of everyone. Catherine’s glare brought her back to her senses, and she awkwardly cut off the rest of her sentence, quickly shifting the topic to Ava, "You should remember, right, Ava?"

"Risha 024," Ava replied without hesitation and utterly expressionless, "Her humanoid image is designed entirely based on real-life features, including etiquette, so your guess is correct."

"I knew I wasn’t mistaken," Freya nodded in satisfaction. "Big sister, do you remember that research center in Mountain Country?"

"Ah, now I remember, the control system of the Reference Center, Risha. I indeed forgot. That’s right, Risha paid respects in the same manner," Catherine slapped her forehead, appearing to have an epiphany. However, suddenly, her smile froze on her face, and she looked at Shiela with a complicated gaze, hesitating, she said, "If it’s really like Risha, then that means, you are... a Triclops?"

"It delights me that there are still people who remember us in the Fourth Epoch. No wonder you had no questions seeing Saen’s forehead," Shiela may have said the words were pleasant, but she did not look pleased at all; instead, she furrowed her brows. Her ghostly hand subconsciously wavered over the tabletop, and with hesitation, she asked, "But, from your expressions, it seems like your races had some unpleasant encounters with ours during our lifetime, didn’t they?"

Catherine breathed a long sigh and glanced at Pannis, but noticed that both Pannis and Saen seemed to be completely disengaged from the conversation, as if they hadn’t heard it at all. They were oddly seated together, sharing a strong spirit that Pannis had secretly brought from the Yarran World, appearing to be in good spirits. Catherine understood why Pannis would behave this way; to the Undead, as a guest invited by the Grim Reaper, Pannis was undoubtedly the most valued. If he took a stance on something, it would leave no room for turnaround. That’s why, from the beginning, Pannis avoided expressing any preferences, leaving everything for Catherine to manage. Though a leader of the adventure team, the Undead saw Catherine as the second decision-maker; any miscommunication could be repaired by Pannis using his status. Catherine wasn’t sure if the Undead felt the same way, but considering Saen also kept out of the discussions and seemed to be enjoying himself, it was probably not too different. This showed that the silent Triclops Dark Knight, who spoke not a word, was undoubtedly an important leader among the Undead.

"It seems to be true." Knowing Pannis would never offer any opinion, Catherine felt like she had returned to the years before she met him, when all the decisions weighed solely on her shoulders. Although her sisters supported her, they could hardly provide adequate advice like Pannis could. She alone had to shoulder all the responsibilities, supporting the entire adventure team. With that thought, Catherine straightened her back even more, teasing herself deep inside, "Having grown accustomed to relying on him, it seems I’ve become fragile."

"It is true." Shiela’s blurred face, with the third eye on her forehead slowly opening, all three eyes intently gazing at the knight girl: "In life, I was indeed a Triclops, died by... sorry, I forgot."

"I want to know." Catherine did not mock her for forgetting the cause of her own death. To an Undead who had even forgotten how they died must be a sad thing, the girl just asked earnestly, "In the World of the Dead, not all of you leaders are Triclops, right?"

"It seems your grudge against the Triclops is indeed deep." Although Shiela’s posture didn’t change, some of her subtle movements still revealed her unease: "But you are wrong. At least two-thirds of the leaders don’t belong to my race from before I died. I expect in a while a few chieftains will come over to join the excitement. By then you can see for yourself."

"Two-thirds?" Catherine relaxed a bit, and a slight smile finally appeared on her serious face: "I am quite curious, how did you people become leaders?"

"Becoming a leader is actually quite simple, well, let’s put it this way, because we are quite special," Shiela explained: "The leaders are all among the earliest awakened Undead. Since we woke up earliest, we understand this world the deepest, and on top of that, we are stronger and a bit smarter, so the other Undead willingly elected us as leaders."

"Rattle, rattle."

"Quiet, I’m not bragging about myself." Shiela glared at Saen with dissatisfaction and continued: "Overall, it’s because everyone feels that we can lead them to a better future, so they follow us."

"Okay, maybe I’m overthinking it." Catherine bowed her head and hesitated for a moment before asking softly, "I suppose you must know, right? The identities of those who are passing information to you from the outside world, using rumors to stir up strife between you and the living."