Chapter 97. Cemetery Tears

After all that cemetery tears, we returned home later that morning.

Zachili took the remaining half of the morning to fix Zeath’s door, while the latter showered and went to bed without eating.

I, however, took a bath and ate a small but tensive lunch with Zachili before watching him sharpen a few small objects that look like tiny daggers.

I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that he had all those on him all along. My jaw constantly dropped when I watched him tuck them out some hours ago.

I can’t help but compare Zachili with the Cross I knew—always looking for what to do. If he isn’t fixing something, he’s trying to make something.

It’s as if his bones and brains can’t relax unless they’re doing something. However, since he finished filing the weapons a few minutes past, he has been drinking, seated on the floor and leaning against a couch, while I watch him from the staircase.

He suddenly turns to my direction after ignoring me for t