I'm an Extra, so What?-Chapter 55: Knights’ Graveyard

Knights' Graveyard.

Arriving at a small village somewhat distant from the Capital, the carriage came to a stop.

Luka stepped out first, his boots crunching against the dirt path.

Without a word, he offered his hand to his personal maid, helping her down.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, Serene turned to the coachman and handed over the fare. "Please wait here for a little bit."

Luka's gaze shifted immediately toward the graveyard ahead—a sizable plot enclosed by rusted iron fencing.

Cracked gravestones jutted from the overgrown earth like broken teeth, some toppled, others half-buried in wild grass.

The mausoleums and statues that once might have stood tall were now crumbling relics.

'It looks pretty damaged…' Luka thought, narrowing his eyes.

Time and neglect had clearly taken their toll.

Serene stood beside him, frowning.

"I must say… it seems this village doesn't honor the dead very well," she muttered.

"Knights who sacrificed themselves… and this is what they get? Not even the basic respect of a clean grave. Ouch…"

Luka didn't reply.

Instead, he began walking toward the graveyard gate.

He was just about to push open the gate when—

"Young Master! Wait!" Serene called out, catching up. "Are you just going to walk in like that? You don't even have a weapon on you!"

"…" Luka turned his head slightly, his hand resting on the gate as it creaked open just an inch.

"Duh. Yeah." A smirk curled at the edge of his lips.

"It's not like the zombies will come out during the day. If they did, they'd just burn in the sun."

Luka let out a quiet chuckle, amused by her concern.

Serene blinked. "That's right…" She tapped herself gently on the forehead.

"But… what about the job? Aren't we supposed to get rid of the zombies? Wouldn't it make more sense to come back at night?"

"Well…" Luka fully opened the gate with a rusty groan, walking in without hesitation.

"It's simple. We're not here to complete the job."

That caught Serene off guard. "Then… why are we here?"

A grin crossed Luka's face as he made his way toward the side of the graveyard, where a handful of old shovels lay forgotten against a half-buried shed.

He picked one up, resting it against his shoulder.

"We're here to take something."

Serene's eyes widened.

"Well?" Luka asked. "Are you going to help me dig, or are you just going to stand there looking shocked?"

Serene let out a long, resigned sigh. She didn't argue—there was no point.

When her Young Master made up his mind, no amount of reason or morality could sway him.

Instead, she quietly made her way over and picked up a shovel.

As she turned, ready to join her Young Master—

Serene's gaze fell upon the grave he was already disturbing.

It was the only one in the entire graveyard that appeared to have been tended to.

Fresh flowers rested atop the stone, and the grass around it had been carefully trimmed.

The headstone itself stood clean and unchipped, as if someone had visited it recently.

"Why is this the only grave being maintained?" Serene stepped closer, puzzled.

Luka, already knee-deep in the dirt, didn't pause his digging.

His breathing was steady, each movement measured and forceful as he tossed another scoop of it to the side.

"It's not being cleaned by people," Luka replied after a moment.

"This knight… even in death, he still cared for nature. He was obsessed with it. Always talking about harmony and balance, planting seeds during patrols. That kind of thing."

Serene offered a faint smile. "Ah, I see. He must've been a kind soul, then."

The rhythm of Luka's shovel stopped for a second, and he looked up at her, the faintest edge to his voice.

"No. He was a bastard. He got half his squad killed in a battle because he refused to trample a sacred grove. Said the trees were innocent."

"Oh…" Serene's smile faded.

She hadn't expected that.

A strange silence passed between them, broken only by the sound of digging…

Serene joined from the opposite side.

They worked in unison, gradually chipping away at the earth until a hollow thud echoed beneath the surface.

Luka's shovel struck wood.

He tossed the tool aside with a grunt, sweat lining his brow as he wiped it with his sleeve.

He knelt down and opened the coffin.

The creak of old hinges gave way to the quiet reveal of a skeletal knight, still clad in light green armor that shimmered faintly despite its age.

Its surface was flawless—untarnished and smooth—crafted from the rarest metals of this world.

Vines coiled gently around the chestplate, as if nature itself still clung to the man in death.

Cradled across his torso, resting peacefully in skeletal hands, was a massive greatsword.

"…" Luka's eyes locked onto it.

He didn't need to be told what it was—he already knew.

A greatsword forged from Everore, the legendary ore said to be unbreakable no matter the strike.

It was heavy, indestructible, and priceless.

"Well…" Luka muttered, bracing himself.

"This is going to put some serious strain on my arms."

He gripped the hilt with both hands and pulled.

The greatsword didn't budge more than an inch.

"Damn it…" Luka grit his teeth and yanked harder, only for it to resist him again.

Finally, he let go, slumping backward with a breathless curse.

"Fuck me… Serene, help me out here."

"Of course, Young Master," she replied calmly, dropping her shovel and making her way to his side.

She knelt opposite him and placed her hands firmly on the greatsword's hilt.

'We should be able to pull it up now.' Luka smirked slightly.

Unlike him, his personal maid possessed far more strength than him.

Luka cleared his throat. "Alright, on three. Three—two—one!"

Together, they pulled with all their might.

The greatsword slid free at last, the knight's skeletal fingers breaking off and scattering inside the coffin.

The pair fell backward onto the dirt with a thud; the greatsword clattering beside them.

"Finally…" Luka exhaled, eyes fixed on the weapon now glinting in the sunlight.

"We've got it."