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"Is it not finished yet?" Tuer asked Dexta. Having finished her lunch, she approached Dexta, who was still translating the text. "Why haven't you translated it yet? Is your Skill not working?" Tuer asked in astonishment.

Oi! Where is your courtesy? You're not helping your brother and now belittling someone else's Skill?

That's what Fanden wanted to shout at Tuer.

"Be quiet! Translating this text is giving me a headache, so don't make it worse!" Dexta yelled in frustration.

"Fine... don't get angry, hot-tempered," Tuer retorted mockingly.

"Hmph."

Fanden, witnessing the scene, wanted to mediate between the two, but the hostile atmosphere between these siblings prevented him from intervening.

Dexta, who continued to sit and write non-stop, was actually confused about what he was writing. Usually, his Skill would guide every word perfectly, but today it seemed like his Skill had lost its direction. Every attempt Dexta made to translate the text felt like navigating a sea of unordered words.

"My Skill seems to hate me today," muttered Dexta, trying to decipher the hidden meanings within each sentence of this challenging text. His gaze was fixed on the paper, seeking a balance between the lost meaning and the chaos haunting him.

Fanden, silently observing, felt sympathy for Dexta trapped in confusion. However, the hostile atmosphere between Dexta and Tuer was an impenetrable wall, making him hesitant to interfere in their affairs.

Tuer, with a mocking tone, tried to corner Dexta. "Maybe his Skill is lazy today. Or perhaps, Dexta himself can't control his Skill properly."

In misunderstanding and frustration, Dexta sank deeper into the sea of aimless words. Now, it was not only translating the text that was his task but also finding the lost direction in the chaos of his Skill.

...

[2 hours later]

"Ugh... it seems I won't be able to translate the entire text today. I've only managed to complete a few sentences," Dexta said, looking at the paper he held with a tired expression.

Tuer approached Dexta, wanting to see the results of his translation. "Hmm, hand it over."

When Tuer tried to snatch the translation paper from Dexta, he quickly avoided her and then hit Tuer's hand hard.

"Aww!" Tuer screamed in pain, then rubbed her reddened hand. "That hurts, you know..." Tuer whimpered in pain.

"That's why you shouldn't mess with other people's stuff," Dexta replied curtly.

These two siblings aren't getting along, huh? Thought Fanden, cornered.

"Now, let me read the results of this translation," said Dexta.

However, when Dexta began reading his translation results, the words revealed made the room fall silent. Even Fanden, who always tried to understand, felt the incomplete story's weight.

With a trembling voice, Dexta began to read the confusing and dark results of his translation. Every word uttered from his lips became a heavy burden in the air, as if bringing an atmosphere of darkness into the room.

"This text talks about a dark past, an event buried in the shadows of time. There is something stored in the coffin, something that can seal a frightening figure. However, what this 'something' is, is unclear because the text is full of metaphorical and hard-to-understand phrases."

The atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense, and Fanden could feel the discomfort pervading. Tuer and Dexta, despite being in disagreement, were both spellbound, listening to the story emerging from the translation.

"There is a reference to a power that can unleash fear and bring destruction. As if the coffin becomes a prison for something that should remain locked."

The conclusion of Dexta's translation created a chilling atmosphere in the room. Even Fanden, who had always tried to maintain composure, felt an unspoken unease creeping between those words.

"Too many metaphors, just like the writings of old people who always exaggerate their stories," Tuer said casually, expressing doubt about the story produced from the translation. "If it's true, the creature with the 'power that can unleash fear and bring destruction' should have appeared and destroyed the city long ago."

Dexta frowned, annoyed by Tuer's dismissive attitude towards the new information. "Shut up, the word 'sealing' was mentioned earlier, meaning there is something 'sealed' inside that coffin. Didn't you notice?" he rebuked, reflecting criticism of Tuer's understanding of the story.

Tuer pouted, "Yeah, yeah, so is that all from trying to translate for several hours?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yes, that's all the text I managed to translate with my Skill," Dexta replied.

"Is your Skill really unable to translate everything?" Fanden asked, curious.

According to Mazel's memories, Skill is something extraordinary. Skill can do something that cannot be done in Mazen's world, like a blessing or magic.

Dexta didn't get angry when Fanden asked like that, so he just shook his head, "No," he answered simply.

Fanden remained silent, he didn't ask further. Actually, Fanden wanted to ask 'why not?', because his knowledge from another world differed from this one.

Fanden then asked, "So what should we do with this coffin?" He turned around, where the clay coffin lay. The coffin was intricately carved and adorned with faded yellow and red colours due to the passage of time.

So far, the coffin still held many question marks.