Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

“Your wife is in a secluded place, not far from the Thousand-Man Tomb. Let’s spend the rest of our time saying goodbye together,” Sifus said.

The chief and Gantz paused for a moment, then nodded solemnly and said "Mm".

Seifert drove a shuttle out of the starship, carrying only Gantz and his son, as well as Xu Weiwei and her brother, and flew lightly in one direction.

The people of Goodell in the camp were overjoyed at the recovery of their lost supplies, queuing up busily, hoping to receive their share. Few people noticed their departure.

Even if they saw it, they would have no idea what it was for.

The burial site was not far from the encampment, only a kilometer or two away. A shuttle would take them there in the blink of an eye.

The chief experienced this high-tech marvel for the first time on his way to pay respects to his beloved. The heavy sorrow overshadowed much of the excitement of flying into the sky.

Ever since his wife passed away, he thinks of her no matter what he does. He can even imagine how she would react and what she would say if she were sitting here.

Having spent most of their lives together, this is the kind of tacit understanding that old married couples generally have.

"arrive."

The shuttle landed on an open space.

This is a flat mountain hollow, surrounded by mountains on three sides, making it an excellent location according to feng shui principles. The sergeant in charge of this task originally only chose it because it was close by and easy to dig, but he accidentally picked a good spot.

It was called a tomb, but it was really just a large pit that was blasted out, the bodies in body bags were neatly stacked inside, and then the soil was filled in.

The air still carried the lingering smells of gunpowder and rotten eggs from the bomb explosions; almost every inch of the land had been turned upside down. The boundary between the new and old soil was so clear. It was immediately obvious where the "graveyards" began. This very fact contributed to the shock and impact.

If this valley is a "big bowl", then they are standing on the "rim of the bowl" right now. If they take a few more steps forward, they will be able to step on the fresh and moist new soil.

The bodies of the Guderians almost filled the mountain.

Xu Weiwei watched this scene and even found it difficult to breathe.

Sifus took a case of wine from the shuttle's storage compartment, opened a bottle, and poured it onto the ground.

"I wonder if they'll get used to these new and exciting things from outside."

The chief stretched out his arm and grabbed a bottle, unscrewed it, gulped down two mouthfuls, and then forcefully tossed the rest into the middle.

"Great, let them try it out."

"Due to time constraints, it was done rather hastily, and there wasn't time to erect a monument. We'll do it later."

"Hmm...that's good enough. Thank you for collecting their bodies."

Sifus pointed to the side, to the edge of the valley, right next to the mountain wall, where there was a small, solitary hill. It was easy to miss if you weren't looking closely.

“That is…that is…” Ganz took a step forward involuntarily, an aura of sorrow enveloping him from head to toe.

“We won’t go. Ganz, take your father to pay your respects. Don’t cry for too long, or the deceased will worry.” Sifus’s voice softened at the end.

Ganz gave a trembling "Mmm" and pushed his father over.

Xu Weiwei could no longer hold back, turned around and buried her face in her brother's arms, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Did she really do the right thing? Why does she still feel so insignificant despite her best efforts...? How can she change all of this? If she had confessed everything she knew to the priest and helped her plan ahead, would the outcome have been different...?

At this moment, Xu Weiwei felt a deep sense of powerlessness and self-hatred.

She cried more and more bitterly, and the three men, father and sons, were at a loss.

After a while, Xu Weiwei stepped out of her brother's arms, her eyes red, and said, "Father, do you know where the priest's tomb is? I want to go see her."

Sifus tenderly cupped her face in his hands, gently wiping away her tears with his thumb: "I know, I was going to go anyway. How about we go together after Gantz finishes paying respects to his mother?"

"Yeah." Xu nodded slightly.

Gantz and the chief returned after five or six minutes. With no clothes or incense offerings to burn, and facing a tomb, though their hearts held a thousand words, few could be expressed in words.

Judging from Ganz's bloodshot eyes, he probably cried a lot.

Looking at his daughter's equally red eyes, Seifert sighed and commented, "You two are more like siblings than real siblings."

The two exchanged a glance, both startled by each other's appearance. Words of advice stuck in their throats and were swallowed back down.

In their current state, they have neither the energy nor the right to comfort others.

The priest's grave was further away, on the hill where the Ula grass grew. It was smaller than the chief's wife's mound, and there was no trace of a grave there.

Even the chief had to look closely to distinguish it from the ordinary mounds of earth.

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, he quickly explained, "It's not that we didn't want to do it properly! It was the priestess who gave the instructions!"

"She said that after she dies, no tombstone should be erected, and her grave should not be extensively renovated. A coffin is enough, and the mound of earth on her grave should not exceed three feet in height, otherwise she will die with her eyes open in disgrace..."

They initially thought the elders were just worried about causing trouble for their juniors, and that they could make their own decisions once the elders left. But after hearing the last sentence, how could they dare to disobey?

Xu Weiwei and the others immediately understood the priest's considerations.

"She was probably afraid that if the repairs were too good, someone with ulterior motives would mistakenly think there were valuable treasures inside and dig it up..."

"Although this is a bit simple, it will keep her at peace."

The chief finally understood and murmured, "So that's how it is..."

“Once this planet is truly safe and free from outside interference, we can come back and build her a proper grave, erect a monument, and inscribe some words,” Xu Weiwei said.

“The same goes for the Thousand-Man Tomb,” Kane added.

"Yes, they'll all be there when the time comes."

The priest left early, and some tender little weeds had already sprouted on the grave.

I was supposed to pull it out, but then I thought it might be a good cover, so I left it alone.

After bowing and kowtowing, and completing the simple act of worship, silence fell over the room.

Kane and the others were speechless, and the chieftain was too ashamed to speak.

How could he tell the priestess that he had led the tribe to this state? If the priestess knew how many people had died, she would probably die with her eyes wide open in disbelief. Perhaps she had already seen those souls in the afterlife…

"Father, Uncle, may I speak with the priest alone?" Xu Weiwei asked after a moment.

The group exchanged glances, then turned and walked towards the direction of the flying shuttle.

Xu Weiwei kicked away a few small, sharp pebbles at her feet, then knelt down on the spot.

Will you blame me?

"Will you think I'm being too selfish?"

"You probably guessed it by now," she said slowly, a bitter smile on her face.