Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I wonder what happens when you look for treasure. But escaping reality is hard to keep up. I knelt down uncomfortably at my feet and knocked on the floor. It only sounds different here. As I was messing with the floor, part of the floor came off. There was a wooden box underneath it. I'm afraid when I open it, there's one diamond on its pedestal. Real?

Is this the treasure? Slowly place the box on the floor, put a diamond on the palm of your hand, and roll it with your fingers. It reflects the lighting and plays a blurry light. By the way. Um, you're a gatekeeper, so I'm not sure. Besides, if it was a treasure, there must be some response. Then it will mean a fake item. In the meantime, I'll put a diamond in the box and keep it in my pocket. Because it's not catfish. I wander around again. Jim's equipment keeps him quiet and seated. If you have a complaint, it looks like you have a strong appearance that you are likely to say aloud. I wonder what I'm going to do now. Just walking in the gym doesn't change anything. What do you want me to do?