I had two of the strongest titles at that time.

　One as a wise man and the other as a drunkard.



　If you heard the name "Domorte" in a tavern, I was more famous as a drunkard than as a wise man.



　When he was young, he once had a drinking contest with the Demon King and won.

　I don't remember how it happened.



　I think it was the Demon King who got drunk and got involved with him, or something like that.



　I asked him if he would quit the war with humans, and he said he would quit the war if I could beat him, so I won the war and crushed him two days in a row.



　At that time, the demon king's castle was running out of food.

　They didn't want to go to war, but they just kept going to take food to survive, and it seemed to have developed into a war.



　At that time, the demon king's castle was full of cheerful and stupid people who had no idea of making food.

　Their way of life was too ephemeral.



　So I gave him a large number of cavets that I had personally grown near the capital.

　And I taught him how to grow them.



　Growing food is a better way of life than fighting.



　Thanks to this, the war ended, and this experience led me to study the food problem as a wise man.



　I had an apprentice at that time.

　Her name was Lydia and she was a very witty, kind and smiling girl.



　I was the type of person who was more absorbed in my research than in socializing, or who could not communicate properly unless I had a drink or two. I think I admired Lydia's communication skills.



　Lydia did not have much talent for magic. However, by being a good communicator, she was able to use her abilities to a greater extent than she was capable of.



　She was trusted, needed, and popular.



　After the battle with the Demon King, my magical power (which was mainly a drinking contest) gradually declined with age.



　To keep myself young, I had been casting illusionary spells on myself for a long time, but they gradually lost their power. It was Lydia who always encouraged me.



　I wanted to do something to reduce the number of people in need of food while I was still alive.

　The most promising way to do this was to use the Andet.



　If I could use them, I would not have to feed them and I could make them work without any complaints.



　Of course, there might be some ethical problems.

　In order to use the Andet, I continued my research on the treasure of the Andet.



　The treasure of the undead is a magic item to create and use the undead at will.



　When a corpse is found in a grave or a place where magic power is stagnant, it sometimes comes back to life as a monster such as a lich or a skeletal swordsman.



　I have to artificially cause them to come to life and use them.

　I was wondering if it was possible to do that somehow.

　I had never thought of using it in a war.



　But Lydia was different.

　She said that we should use the treasure of the Andet for war.



　If such a thing was used in war, the military balance would be greatly changed.

　She did not understand the idea that the war against the Demon King was over and that everyone should work hand in hand for the development of the city.



　They had different ideas in this area, but they had one goal in mind.

　To create the treasure of the Andet.



　Neither of us ever talked about its use after it was finished.　



　I had always really thought that when it was finished, it would be of some use to those who were suffering from food shortages.



　However, Lydia did not understand my idea until the very end.

　When our research was almost completed, Lydia disappeared somewhere with my magical tools and research results.



　There was no time left to create anything new, no time left for research.

　I died in a state of disappointment.



　My body was placed in a grave without being cremated. Over a long period of time, the magic power I had mixed with the stagnant magic power of the grave, and I found myself reborn as Rich, a monster of bones.



　My translucent white skin was gone, and all that was left were my white bones.

　I had become rich, but my magical power was not nearly as strong as it had been before I was born.



　Little by little, with the little magic power I had, I transformed and expanded my basement.

　In what seemed like an eternity, when I got tired, I would rest until my magic power recovered, and then I would remodel and remodel again and again.



　It was a strange feeling that I felt more fulfilled now, when I could do nothing, than I had then, when I could do everything.



　I wonder how much time has passed since then.

　The crypt has expanded and an entrance has been built behind the tomb.



　Sometimes, on a beautiful moonlit night, we took a walk.

　But one day, a human spotted us and almost killed us.

"It's a monster!　Kill it!"



　It was an event that made me realize once again that I was a target to be killed.



　Since then, I have been very careful when I go outside.

　Occasionally I was spotted, but I managed to escape.



　I put a heavy cloaking spell over the entrance to the basement.



　Although I had become rich and could study forever, my magic power was consumed just by hiding the entrance and living in the basement.






　Over the years, my magical power has gradually decreased.

　And when I could no longer keep up the illusion magic at the entrance, I remembered to use the magic stones that I had studied before my death as a substitute to supplement my magic power.



　After that, I used the magic stones that I found when expanding the basement to make up for the lack of magic power. However, the magic stones were gradually running low.



　What should I do now?

　Would he return to his bones, or would he jump out of the room?



　Just as I was about to run out of magic stones, Lala appeared in front of me.

　I asked her where she came from, and she said she came through the sewers.



　My basement had somehow made a hole that led to the sewers, but I didn't notice it because I had no nose.



"What are you doing here?"

What are you doing here?



"I ran away from my fairy friends because they bullied me."



　Lara was a fairy who lived in the city and was a demon called a pixie.

　Lara's wings on her back are partially bent, and when she flies, she moves up and down erratically.



　Her fellow pixies said she was ugly because of this movement, and she had been driven away.

I don't have much longer. So this room is yours."

"Is your sister going to die?"



"Oh, yes. My name is Domorte.

I'm Lara. It's great to be with a great wise man like Domorte.



You know a wise man?

"Yes, I know them. I know them. The bards sing about them. "He defeated the demon king and made peace."



　I couldn't help but laugh.　

　I didn't kill the Mad King.

　I just got drunk.



　Legends are strange things.

　Then Lara and I talked about many things.



　Lara was so kind.

　When I told her why I was dying, she told me she was going to find the magic stone.

　I didn't think she'd steal it from me, too.



　When Domorte had finished telling me everything, he said to me,

"So I am the thief of the combustible stone. Please leave me alone to dispose of it."

　That's what he told me.