I will be clear at this moment. I had not been sure of whether John's strategy would work until we actually ended up here. After all, you wouldn't expect it to be so easy for a necromancer to be fooled.

  Well, you would absolutely think that a bunch of undead could be fooled by hiding in a coffin like that. Undead by their nature tend to be pretty dumb creatures. They just follow the last order that their masters give them. They are truly deadly when their masters possess them.

  What John has bet on his simple plan is that the necromancers would not have bothered to look for us. After all, why would the necromancers expect an enemy sneaking in when we attacked them head-on? That would kind of destroy the element of surprise of a sneak attack. Nobody would be foolish enough to sneak into a place while announcing themselves. At least that is what the necromancers need to think.

  It is a pretty big gamble to take. If even one of the necromancers had bothered to look for us, then we would have been found, though. Even the shitty senses of the undead would be enough to catch traces of us if they were looking for it. All of the undead that we have hidden from have only been passing through the area. They are more focused on getting from one place to another than looking for anybody. (We had to hide from the skeletons a couple of times in our journey here. Thankfully, there were coffins to hide us there.)

  We are certainly lucky that this is how it went. Getting here undetected was the best case with this plan. Even sitting here, I can think of a thousand things that could have gone wrong. So many simple things that would have been enough to reveal us.

  I guess I will still have to call it a pretty good plan, you know. After all, we have ended up right next to our enemy, and the enemy has no idea of our existence. If this was what John had intended, he has done a pretty good job. (Well, personally speaking, this feels more like luck than planning. I don't question the man for now. Anthony is already doing plenty of that.)

  As for where exactly we have reached. We are in one of the entrances to the middle circle of the tomb. There are a total of eight entrances that we could pick. Every tomb in the south tends to have eight entrances from and to its middle circle. (Two in every cardinal direction.)

  It is a ritual for them. It is supposed to give the best opportunity for the souls of the dead to leave, it seems. Whatever the case, this thing has helped us out quite a bit.

  Right now, we are at one such entrance. I guess that I should describe this room. After all, it is pretty rare to see a southern tomb. These places tend to be viciously guarded. No noble ever lets a tomb be in this place. The base can be made into an outpost after all, which they can't have enough of in this place.

  Well, the room itself is a plain little thing. The only thing of note in the room is the entrance to the middle circle. It is a grand little thing, if I can say so. The door is pretty massive, covering the entirety of the wall that it is in.

  Looking at it, you would think that it has been designed for giants. The entire door has been covered with murals. Murals that have all been disfigured. (Looks like the necromancer did not want any trace of the place's previous owners to exist.)

  Right now, that door is open. The reason for that is me, of course. The door itself had been booby trapped with a variety of traps and alarms. If I had not been here, they would certainly have been a pretty little mess for this party. Thankfully, I had been here. It took me about ten minutes to disable every single trap on the thing. The traps were so lackluster that I couldn't even remember the traps that I had just disabled. They wouldn't have warned anybody even if they had activated. (Why take the risk, though?)

  That is just proof of how ordinary they were, I guess. Still, I would not have thought that opening the doors would have been so easy. By the way, it has only been about twenty minutes since I disabled the traps on the door. That is because the traps on the other side are more complex than we had expected them to be.

  Well, I can see the middle circle of the tomb, and I have to admit that I am kind of getting bored with looking at the place. It is a pretty simple architecture if I am honest. It is basically a round tunnel that separates the outer and the inner circles. The simplicity of the place is itself a trap, though. It is meant to make you underestimate the traps that have been placed in the place.

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  The entirety of the place has been covered with traps. Traps that even I am not able to detect. The only person who has any experience with traps of this kind is the searcher.

  Looks like the necromancers have certainly spent a lot on the defense of this place. Searcher Amelia is breaking all the traps barring our path even as we speak. Based on the sheen of sweat on her face, it is clear that the traps here are not simple.

  After all, the scholars are supposed to be geniuses at clearing traps like this. This is a skill that all scholars need eventually. Well, if the goal was just to disable the traps, it wouldn't have taken her long.

  Hells, even I would have been able to do it. Right now, the lady is gently deactivating all of those traps. This needs to be done correctly while making sure that not even a hint of our presence is revealed. That is why it is taking us so long in the first place. We can't rush through the place blindly and end up revealing ourselves.

  Well, I am not wasting my time right now like the others. Even as I am recording this, I am pushing my mana sense to its max. I am trying to find the trace of any undead walking in our direction before they appear in front of us. I certainly won't be giving the group a whole lot of time to react, but it will still buy us some time.

  This is the riskiest aspect of our plan, if I am being honest. Right now, we are standing here like sitting ducks. We cannot just run into the middle circle without revealing ourselves. At the same time, we cannot just run away into the outer circle. There is only one path from the outer keep into the room that we are in presently. If the undead appear here, we will be stuck here.

  We don't even have coffins here in which we would be able to hide ourselves. We can't even move any here because it would be useless. Having coffins in here would be suspicious. They will check the coffins. After all, no necromancer would be stupid enough to leave a place to hide in such a key location.

  Right now, I would say that we are gambling on the possibility that the ship will be enough to distract them a bit more. That they won't be sending any troops here randomly. Well, whatever the case, at least we are next to the enemy. We can get an attack in if we don't succeed.

  Whatever happens, we are going to be killing at least a few of the necromancers before we need to escape. That means that our mission is going to be a partial success at least.

  Well, I guess that there is no use being so negative in your life. After all, it has been twenty minutes, and not one of those creatures has found us yet. The lady herself is about to remove all the traps. She will be reaching the door to the inner circle in about five minutes at her pace. I guess I will continue the record then.

  After all, I will be working myself into a panic again if I were to keep recording for five more minutes. The gods know that I am barely keeping myself from panicking.

  (After about five minutes.)

  Well, I have to say that the lady is actually pretty good at cutting traps. I can sense the formations even as I am making my way through the place. All of the traps here lie inert as if they had been made like that in the first place.

  I certainly won't be able to cut these traps so perfectly. I would certainly not trigger the formation as well. Still, there would have been damage to the formations themselves.

  Well, my control over mana is not as perfect as this lady's is, it looks like. (Well, that was embarrassing to admit.) I can see why John gave the task to the lady. She has actually done it much better than I. (Looks like I will have to work on that.)

  Well, I guess that I should focus on the task at hand. It is pretty important, though not too vital. I am right now at the very end of the line that has entered the middle circle. While the lady charts a way through the now inert traps, my task is to keep an eye out for enemies from the back. Just because the traps have been disabled doesn't that they can't be set off by mistake.

  Even now, my mana sense spreads as far as I dare to, as I keep an eye out. I can feel a prickling pain in my eye. Well, it is more irritating than painful, if I am being honest.

  Well, I guess that I shouldn't complain too much about it. After all, I would be the ideal person to do this task. It would be stupid to make anybody else take my place. Granted, I don't see the point of it. After all, the undead will give us even less of a warning about their presence here.

  It is not like we want to be fighting now. Fighting here will reveal us. Whether it be the undead themselves or the traps, we will be announcing our presence. Part of the problem here is the traps. The traps here are well-made. Even made inert like this, the traps are going to break if somebody were to put enough force on them. This even includes a person stepping on these traps.

  I wonder which mage they hired to do this work. After all, it takes quite a bit of skill to make traps that are fragile enough like this. Such traps would be the most sensitive to any person stepping on them. The necromancers themselves would never need to step into the place. They will fight through their creature anyway. Well, these traps are why the necromancers have not reacted to us yet, it looks like.

  It is while studying these traps that I enter into the inner keep. It takes me a moment to realise that I am alone in the place. (I blame the traps for why I was so distracted. It is rare to see such work.) That is why I don't notice the enemy until I sense the mana of the creatures. It hits me like a wave of sickly heat. I can feel the hair on my back stand straight, as terror assaults my heart.

  Even as I turn to look at the creature in front of me, I can feel my head bu........