A few days later, me, Shannon and Patra went to the arms shop to pick up Patra's armor.

"Yeah. "Yeah. That's perfect. Can you spin me around?"

　Matteo went to the trouble of making Patra an orange-colored suit of armor.



　It would protect the upper part of her body, but he wanted her to be able to move around easily.

　Moreover, it was a fashionable armor that made Patra look prettier.

"Thank you, Matteo."

"No problem. And please use this for the kids from the other day.

　Matteo had also made armor for the orange-antes and brought it to me.



I'm sorry.

"No, take it. It's not often I get a chance to make armor for children. I made it just for fun. And I used very little material because I wanted it to be easy to move around in."

"Thank you very much. But since you're here, please accept this."



　I call up the orange-ant and give the shopkeeper enough money for the armor.

"No, I can't accept it.

"Orange-ant, try on the armor. Matteo, this money is not for the armor. It's a token of my appreciation and a gift for any new adventurers who don't have the money or if for some reason a child comes along to buy it."



"I'm sorry if I made you feel bad..."

"That's all right. I recently received a severance package from an S-class party, so I can afford it.

I see. Then I'll keep this money aside for you.



　After confirming the size of the orange-ant's armor, Matteo rushes back to the back of the store with the money.



"Have you already cleaned up?"

"No!　Locke, they just stole a combustible stone!　I saw a blue light fly away.



What?　Lucky me!

----"Yes!



Mr. Matteo, I'm going in the back of the store.

"Yes, please."



　Inside the store, the same as last time, nothing seems to have changed, but Lucky's nose is still firmly in place, aware of the presence of the man.



----I know you today. This way.

　I jumped on Lucky's back as soon as he showed up.



"Shannon, Patra and the others, go into the box yard once and I'll call you if I need you."

"Okay."

"Okay, papa."



　Lucky ran through the city.

　We made good progress, avoiding people, and ended up in the sewers where we had entered last time.

--The smell is gone any more. But I've smelled this smell before ......I'm pretty sure it's ...... right there. The tomb of the wise men.



"Yes!　Let's go there."



　We left the city and rushed to the cemetery where the tomb of the wise man is located.

　I'm sure I've seen blue lights flying up and down here too. At that time we were talking about ghosts, but we never found out why.



"Lucky, where does the smell come from?"

------ Hmmm. It comes from behind the tomb of the great sage Domorte here. There's a dead end to the smell here. It's as if he's disappeared. Is it a ...... ghost after all? ----

"Ghostly demons"?　But why do they use combustible stones?"



　The tomb of the great sage Domorte is made of a large piece of rock, and there is nothing suspicious about it, not even a break in the rock.

　I touched it directly and found no ...... anomalies.



　I was just about to solve the mystery, but ...... is that the end of the story?



"We can't just break the tombstone. ......"

　While I was wondering, a skybird flew out of the box.



　It had a red flower in its beak.

"Skybird, what's that flower?"



　Skybird circled over our heads several times and dropped the red flower on the back side of the tombstone, and suddenly an entrance appeared in front of us.



"Could it be illusion magic?　I've never seen such a powerful magic before. Even the texture of the stone is like stone. Thank you, Skybird."



　Skybird climbed onto my shoulder, rubbed her face against my cheek, and walked back into the box garden.

　It was too good to be true, hatching wyvern eggs and all.

　Maybe I should give him a name.



　But first, I should check ...... this hole first.



　Behind the tombstone, there was a staircase leading to the basement.

　The stairs were not dusty, as if someone had been in and out of the tomb recently.



"Okay, let's go."




------rock......------

　Unfortunately, the staircase was not big enough for Lucky.



------What are you going to do?　I can't get in.

"Oh, it's okay. You never know what kind of people are out there. I'll go alone."

--Watch out. If you're in danger, call for help now. I'll take care of it, even if it's small.

"Yeah, I believe you."



　Lucky walked back into the box yard with his stick hanging from the ground.

　The staircase behind the gravestone was dark even in the daytime, and smelled of mold and sewage.

"Light."



　Unlike the dungeon, it was dark inside, so I used light magic to illuminate the area.

　It's the first time in a while that I'm exploring alone.



　I carefully go down the stairs step by step.

　When I reached the bottom, I found myself in a large room.



"Hello?　You have a visitor?　You must be some kind of high-ranking wizard to find this place.

"Who is it?

"Is that the secret of your whitening?　It's a good dose of calcium.



　There was a moving skeleton, Rich, looking at me with dark, hollow eyes.

　I quickly drew my sword and held it at the ready.

　He's more bone than white.



"Who are you?"

"Who are you?　Hm? Haven't you seen the headstone above you?　I'm the only one under my tomb.



Are you the great sage Domorte ......?

You know me well. I was quite famous, wasn't I?



　Wise man Domorte must have died hundreds of years ago.

　Why is it that he's here, getting rich?



What are you doing here?

"Doing what?　I don't know. A quirk of fate, I guess."



"Whoa!　Get away from Master Dodmorte!　Or my magic will burst into flames and consume you here!

　I hear voices.

　But I can't see him.



"Show yourself!"

　I yell out in alarm.



"Oh, no!　You're right in front of me!"

　What?　Right in front of you?　



　I look closer and see a fairy moving up and down in front of me.

　It was missing a part of its wing or something, and it was flying unsteadily.



"Oh my God, Lara, stop it. You're going to complicate things.

　The fairy called Lara flies up to Domorte's side and stays at his shoulder.



"You're lucky to be alive, adventurer. You should be thankful for Domorte's generosity."

　Lara shook her shoulders and trembled.

　She had provoked me in a big way, but she seemed to be quite scared.



"Well, let's get back to the story, I'm Domorte the Wise. I'm not going to fight you. If you insist, I'll fight you. I don't care if you get hurt."



"You're very confident. I used to be in an S-class party.

　He was a baggage handler, not a front line man, but he wasn't wrong.



"Of course. "Of course not. Lara's weak and she'll get hurt for sure. I don't know if my conscience could take the pain of hurting such a pretty fairy.

"Me? !"



　Lara's mouth is agape and her face is sad.

　Her previous bravado was nowhere to be found.



"You're over there!　I'm so tired. My name is Locke. There's been a theft of combustible rocks in town, and I'm an adventurer investigating it. My follower followed the scent of the guy stealing the combustible rock and ended up here.






"Giggle!"

　Lara is obviously reacting to the word combustible stone.



"Oh my, she brought the combustible rock to me, I thought it was from some mine or underground dungeon, but she had stolen it from someone else. I'm sorry. I won't let that happen again."



"Monsieur de Morte!　No, Master Domorte! If you do that, Master Domorte will ......"



You have your reasons.



It's not a very good reason. It's just that without the combustible stone, my life will be consumed.

　Domorte said and began to talk about her past.