"What in the fucking hells was that?" Anthony screams even as we enter the room.

  The place where we are can be considered a safe place. Still, only a fool would be screaming out our location like this is in enemy territory. Ever since we entered the place, we have been running about, trying to get our bearings. We thankfully did not meet any of the undead while running. Right now, there are very few undead inside the tomb itself.

  They all seem to have gone outside to deal with the enemy out there. Right now, all of the necromancers are clearly focused on dealing with the enemy outside. Still, that doesn't mean that we will be able to waste a lot of time here. We could be discovered here any second now.

  Still, the room is going to be a benefit. The room offers us the ability to fight the undead. It is large enough that we don't need to worry about hitting each other here. That will be quite useful if the undead somehow find us.

  Otherwise, the tunnels of the tomb have been built so that they are really narrow. We would barely be able to swing our swords in there. Other than being pretty large, the room is empty. The only thing other than us in the place is a bunch of coffins. This room is being used as a storage room by the necromancers.

  It takes me a moment to realise that the place that we are in is some kind of living quarters. It must be the location where the guards stationed here were supposed to live. You can see the traces of this in the way the room was planned. It has been built in such a way that whether undead attack from the inside or the outside, the room can be held.

  It would be quite cruel not to have a fortified room like this for the people supposed to guard the place. They have to be constantly looking for enemies both inside and outside of their bases. Not having a safe place like this will screw with their minds pretty quickly. They might just end up killing each other in the ensuing paranoia.

  There are no undead in our surroundings, thankfully. That means that nobody has heard Anthony's screams. That certainly doesn't excuse the idiot, though. The man wants to get all of us killed, I am telling you.

  "Will you fucking lower your voice, you fool." John whispers with a sharp edge to his voice.

  The man is at the edge of his patience right now. Any more arguments and John will also end up exploding today. That is enough to shut down the man as he realised his folly. He has now taken on a sullen expression that reminds me of a kid, for how petty it is.

  "His question is valid, sentinel." Alfred whispers. "What exactly is your plan here?"

  "Well, we have already snuck into the place, if you have not noticed." John replies. "I planned to make use of a cannon shot to get us into the tomb, and I have already done that."

  "You do realise that you have just now announced our presence to the enemy." The search Amelia replies. "I assumed that the plan was to sneak into the place. If that is the case, then you have already failed."

  "Well, do you think that the necromancers know of us. Of the five of us specifically." The man replies. "They know that there is an enemy ship out there. Even now, they are preparing to resist it. They are certainly not expecting a enemy inside the tomb now, are they? We have maintained our stealth and gotten an opportunity to attack them."

  "What do you think is stopping them from sending troops to make sure that nobody has sneaked into the place. For all we know, an army could be looking for us even at this moment." Anthony speaks.

  "Well, I had accounted for that. I actually need them to do that. After all, whatever happens all the necromancer will focus on the ship. They will send creatures to look for intruders, but not possess their undead to look for us. If that is the case, we just need to deal with a bunch of undead." John replies. "That is why we are going to be hiding when the undead come to look for us. It will be enough to fool them."

  Saying that, the man points to the coffins in the room with us. It takes me a moment to realise that the man wants us to hide in the coffins.

  "Once we catch our breath, we are going to be hiding in those coffins." The man commands, to the benefit of the others who are still staring at the coffins, confused.

  "Are you stupid, you bastard?" Anthony whispers, having the common sense not to scream now. "Do you think a mere coffin will be enough to fool the damn creatures. They will find us on the spot."

  "Did they find you now then, when we hid right next to them, you ignorant fool. You have agreed to follow me in this mission. Do not question me in the middle of a battle now." John snaps back, his voice clearly on the edge. The man is pissed off now. "The creatures are not exactly the smartest to do something like that. Even if a necromancer is piloting them, they won't be looking into a coffin. Unless you keep grunting like a monkey to expose our current location."

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  "Who are you trying to fool, Sentinel. Admit that you had no plan ready." The man whispers, fury evident in his voice. Well, I don't feel sympathy for the fool at the moment. Right now, he is doing the one thing that you are not supposed to do in a battle.

  "Well, the plan will be wrecked if you start swinging about that twig of yours. It is certainly not subtle in the least, is it now?" John replies, getting lost in his anger. He, of all people, is not supposed to lose his cool now.

  "Enough, what in the hells are you two doing?" I snap at them. "Anthony, you have agreed to listen to John on this mission. Now is not the fucking time to be arguing."

  "The bastard is leading us to our deaths, young master. Don't expect me to remain quiet." He replies. "He clearly has no idea what he is doing."

  "There is no use blaming each other. There is a process of handling arguments on the battlefield." I whisper furiously. "Who among us feels that the commanding officer should be replaced now? Raise their hands."

  Anthony is the only one who raises his hand at this. The other people in the group, including me, have resolutely kept their hands down.

  "Now, who wants to continue with the current plan." I reply. To this, every person in the group has raised their hand except Anthony.

  "Well, that clears it up. You have agreed to follow John. Don't try to mess it up in the middle of a mission." I reply, all diplomacy forgotten. The man is acting too much like a kid for that. "If you have any more issues, table it until after the mission. Then you can kill each other for all I care."

  With that, the man finally settles down, though he has an ugly expression on his face. I am going to be facing the consequences of this, it looks like.

  By the way, while this argument was happening among us, we were completely exposed. Any second, a group of undead could have stumbled on top of us and detected us. (Especially with how heated that argument was getting.)

  Thankfully, all of us have finally calmed down a bit. Well, Anthony still looks angry, but he knows better than to argue now.

  "Okay, all of you get into the coffins. Whatever happens, don't move nor cycle any of your mana. We don't want to give the necromancers any hint that they need to focus here." John commands us quickly. "I will inform you when we have to get out of the coffins. Until then, don't make even a small noise. Antonio, don't use your mana sense. The undead can pick that."

  With that, everybody began to pick a coffin and enter it. I also do so, as I pick a coffin at random and open it. The moment I do so, I expect a corpse to fall on top of me.

  Thankfully, it looks like the coffin is empty. (Well, now that I think about it, why wouldn't that be the case. We are in a necromancer's lair.) I can hear a distant pattering of feet even as I get into the coffin.

  That is why I shut the coffin as soon as possible. The moment that I do so, the smell begins to assault me.

  It is not a bad smell, exactly. It is an uncomfortable one, though. It is a musty smell. It is the kind of smell that makes you think that you are about to sneeze. Fuck, why did I have to think of that? Now I'm imagining my nose itching, on the verge of sneezing.

  It is purely with my will that I am holding myself. Almost as if to cause my heart to fail, the echo of feet begins to echo around us.

  Just the sound is enough for me to freeze up completely, though my nose is still itching. I have no idea how far the undead are from me. The echo of their feet is both too loud in the quiet confines place and too quiet for me to tell how many there are.

  Still, with every passing moment, the sound of footsteps is getting louder. They are coming in this direction. Now the only question is whether they are just passing through the area or did they have found something. It is with this thought that I wait, listening to the unnerving taps of many feet at a time.

  I find myself grasping my sword tighter, ready to jump out swinging. This is the only way that I can maintain my present stillness. Right now, all of my instincts are screaming at me that I should jump out of the coffin and attack the enemy.

  Well, as I record all of this, the footsteps have taken on a new crescendo. The creatures are clearly right next to us. This is going to be the moment that is going to get us discovered or for us to remain hidden.

  I feel like somebody has put springs into my feet as I try to keep myself from moving. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, loud enough that everybody in here must be able to hear it.

  Just the sound of my heart should have been enough to inform the undead of our location. Thankfully they don't seem to have a particularly strong sense of hearing as they pass through us. Look like John's gambit has worked at least. Every second, I expect to hear a footstep in my direction.

  A curious undead that wants to check out the coffin that we are in. (Well, they don't tend to have much intelligence of their own, but there are always exceptions.) An undead tripping in my general vicinity would reveal us.

  Finally, the sound of the footsteps begins to slowly reduce as the creatures move away from us. Even as they do so, I can feel my body relax a bit. I don't dare to relax fully. After all, a wrong sound now might still bring the entire group after us.

  Well, I wonder for a second if I should open the door to check whether the creatures have left. Then I remember John's order not to move until the man gives us a sign. I wonder for a second what form this sign is going to take. Even as I record this, I hear a sound of knocking from the tunnel. Looks like it is time for us to get out.

  I get out of the coffin, as do the other people of my team. John is already outside, as his knuckles hit the wood of the coffin he had entered. His other hand is on his face, gesturing us to remain silent.

  With all of us out, John begins to walk through the place, even as he gestures for us to follow.