The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

Looking around the dim store, silver plates, old swords, old era armor, and antiquities such as outfits and pots line up.

"Pretty old stuff, but they're all famous"

"Sora, there are ruins in the desert of Israel from the tombs of a long time ago."

"More than just doing your job, give me something nice..."

"Hung, you seem like a great wizard of your stature... but if it has nothing to do with officials, buy me something"

The Mistress of the Semi-Beast took her nearby outfit and looked at it, undoing it again.

"Right. Something... if there is one."

On the inside porch of my cape, I feel 'Chutai' moving.

What the hell does "Chuta" want to show me?

There are many ancient ruins, especially around the capital of Israel, Inclamd, and around the district of Vabilinia. I hear that the burglary from there is still ongoing.

The bandits, who come from small villages dotted in the western border areas of Israel, are the ones who make grave and ruin vandalism their business. I guess this is how the stolen goods they have in their hands turn the economy behind them.

Destroyed by a sudden attack by the Demon King's Army, Israel lost even the "Eight Treasures", which housed the souls of the "Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) and the Conference of Sages in Design and Management (Architect)".

The unleashing of the cursed relic, with its ancient spirits of resentment, was also responsible for the great confusion that followed. But at the same time, it is true that some swords acted as powers of justice, as in "The Dawn of the Thunder God (Sundagaard)".

"Some of these things have rare magic."

"Sure, some of the outfits seem to be cursed..."

Not as good as the curse ring Spiano wore in the beginning, but some of the items lined up here can also be seen emitting suspicious magical fluctuations.

Nevertheless, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly noteworthy about the outfit.

The next thing I know, I'll take a look at the old book on the shelf.

The old parchment covers are faded and worn out. Sure, it's a long time ago thing, but it's priceless to be just a roster of officials (...) or a bookkeeping book - a revenue and expenditure settlement for the ancient kingdom of Tai.

But there was only one magic book (Grimoire) among them.

When I looked inside, the first page said:

"- Christania, the newly created beautiful and only sober world - abandon the old magic..."

Apparently it's a hit.

It might say something interesting. Did 'Chuta' want to let you know this?

"You're just a bad book. But you can have this book instead of the origami."

"... your eyes are high. I'll keep it particularly expensive for the customers. How about 300?

"Don't be ridiculous. Even three goldos are expensive"

"Last month (...), the eyeball product just arrived, how about 270?

Last month?

In other words, it has nothing to do with 'Chuta'. This just happened to be here. Is there no point in Chiu Tai's sudden actions?

Did you invite me here at the whim of a rat?

... Is that really true?

Lulu nodded as he glanced at both the street and the store at the entrance. Looks like it's time to go home.

"... I'm sorry. You can't buy stolen goods. You interrupted."

When I turned my heel back, the face of the female semi-beast shopkeeper changed.

"My town! I'm having trouble selling because of the recession, I've been nationalizing (...) lately, and then the officials are tight... 100, no 80 is fine..."

I say it in a cat's voice even though it's a dog ear. You mean I can't replace my belly on my back?

"You don't put a price on a product you don't know it's worth."

"Whatever. How about 40?

"At thirty, then."

"Oh, already! Fine. Thirty golds, then."

"Negotiations are in place.... you feed your husband there something good too. It stinks as if it's hanging from a curse."

I took the gold coins out of my wipes and handed them to my mistress three gold coins from the Kingdom of Ten Gold. A little expensive, but, well, that sounds like a pretty interesting book. If it's an ancient book of magic, it might say something about ancient magic. Then it would be worth more than that.

When I tried to leave the store to receive the book, my mistress said potpourri.

"... Hanliberm is... my people are cursed."

…… What do you mean? "

I stopped.

"Dj, ugh... ugh!

The man who tried to assault me with a blow arrow was small and his back was bent. The man, who was dark and couldn't see his face well, but stood up so that his mistress could hold him, looked like a rat.

Black rat round ears on overalls. A half-beast man with a beard, and a alien that's pretty close to a beast.

"You're a race I've never seen before."

"A rat human?

"Originally, Hanliberm is the same dog-like person I am. As soon as I tried to pull through the sword (...) in the treasure trove near the sneaky Inclamed before the demon army arrived... I turned into a rat-like figure. Originally... I used to be a burglar, but I retired and now my store number is in the mountains."

"Ja... uhh..."

As the rat man roared, he fled into the darkness.

"Curse by trap..."

There are often cursed objects in graves and treasure troves that can be traps.

I tried to pull out my sword, didn't I pull out?

To that end, it may have become a half-way rat human curse.

If I hadn't pulled it out, I'd be a complete rat.

"Chiu"

That's when I heard a small squeal on my hip porch.

Ha, take a breath.

No way, assuming a curse is something that can be hung by someone who pulls out a treasure sword (...), what the hell is the treasure sword with the ergonote... who pulled it out?

Dokun, and the heart pulses. Something connects inside me.

"The wizard saw it, but it's an old curse, and it can't be broken. Hey, you must be a pretty famous wizard from what I've seen, huh? Take a look at one of us."

A grunting, complaining voice.

"It's time. We should go back."

Lu tells me to be embarrassed about the interest and faint pity that arose in my heart.

"... sorry, I don't have time for this. If we find out anything, we'll come back."

"Oh, you're a cold man."

Continued