The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

While Sylvie and Frank continued their conversation, a rustling sound could be heard from a sarcophagus.

Instead of getting spooked, Sylvie exclaimed excitedly, "Could it be a zombie? I've never seen one in my years of tomb exploration-I'd die happy if I actually see one!"

Frank smiled in wry amusement-was this what a professional archaeologist should be saying?

Still, it was understandable since tomb exploration movies were the trend, and being in the business meant Sylvie might be hoping to get in on the action too.

Frank then strode up, ready to open the sarcophagus, when he remembered something.

Turning to Sylvie, he asked, "Should I open it?"

Archaeology was not tomb raiding—one did not simply pry into any oddities, and restoration was priority. They must not destroy anything if possible, which was why Frank would like Sylvie's opinion.

"Just open it." Sylvie shrugged. "Oddities have to be investigated, or they would terrorize the next guy."

Frank chuckled and gently opened the sarcophagus with one hand, gently putting the lid down.

Inside lay a rotting corpse-unlike the others Syvlie had seen, this one was well- preserved as if the person had only died decades ago.

Its blood-red clothes were also bright as new!

the clothes and the

a keen eye thanks to her experience with relics and did not need

clearly from olden times, the clothes

if someone had changed the corpse's

sighed. "I guess the tomb raiders had been here. But why didn't they

actually tradeable, but these

tomb raiders were not here to get rich, but for

Frank chuckled cheekily as

not sure what he was scheming, and

out and sprang toward Sylvie,

Sylvie had nerves of steel

it and held

blessing that you're with me.

chuckled. "Have you considered why

huge, but she had

"Why?" she asked.

strange ever since we got

zombie thinking about might really