“Great. So—where am I?”

Dalius gave her a nonplussed look.

“The Tomb of Afiele, of course. I said as much. Twice.”

“Yes. But where am I? Geographically? Time-wise?”

She waved her hands about. The [Knight] had to think about this.

“I—do not know what era it is. But it was 6211 of H.E.F when I died. And you are of course in Noelictus.

Assuming my nation still stands. Underground, obviously.”

The young woman from Ireland gawked at Dalius. And everything spun again.

“Stop. You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“Why would I—”

The affronted ghost-knight saw the young woman put her head in her hands.

“What is wrong, Miss?”

“Nothing about that is right. 6211—what is H.E.F? And where is—Noelictus? What continent?”

He responded slowly.

“Half-Elven Fall. The—failure of the Empire of Seoudal. Six thousand years ago. And Noelictus is on Terandria. Do you—not know the name?”

His face could not change in color, but he looked suddenly alarmed. Cara shook her head.

“No. No. I don’t know any of this. It’s—2017. Closer to 2018 A.D. And I’m from Ireland. An island off the coast of Europe.”

Now, the [Knight] gaped at her, astonished.

“It cannot be! Noelictus is landlocked. And I felt no tremors—no force could have split the continent in twain, surely.”

“I doubt it. And last I checked—ghosts didn’t exist in my world. Listen, Dalius—”

“Ser Dalius.”

“—I don’t think I’m in my world. Earth. Is it called that here? Earth? We don’t have—Skills. Classes.

Magic. And we haven’t had a [Knight] for hundreds of years.”

She knew her honesty sounded crazier than the desperate lies she’d been telling. But Cara was starting to shake with the reality of where she was. Ser Dalius looked at her, open-mouthed. And then he stepped a few paces back.

“I—this world is just ‘the world’. It is not named, Miss Cara. Earth? Why call the world earth, as in soil? I know no ‘Europe’ or ‘Ireland’—what is ‘A.D’?”

“After death. The death of our glorious lord Jesus Christ.”

“Was he a high-level [Lord]?”

She laughed hysterically.

“No. He was a god! And he never existed unless you believed in him! Where am I? What’s happening?”

She had held it together for a long time, but this—she had to know. Cara looked around. Then she slapped herself with all the force in her arm.

Ser Dalius winced. The sound of Cara hitting herself was loud in the tomb. It wasn’t one of those light slaps you used to wake yourself up.

Her head jerked. The [Knight] saw the young woman clutch at her face, swearing in a very unmaidenly manner. Then she got up and ran.

“Miss Cara! Wait!”