The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

The first thing I saw was the knight's armor. Even at a glance, the material was extraordinary, but I recognized that armor.

Mithril.

That knight was the hero who invaded the dungeon. He had murdered Lady Succubus. His attendant wore mithril armor just like that.

Wearing armor like that... to her...

Clatter!

Gith-Za-Rai interrupted my thoughts. "Why are you staring like that? Got a problem?"

I asked, "What do you mean?"

"Do you have a grudge against him? Do you know him? Why are you glaring like that?"

"Of course not."

I didn't know him, nor did I have a reason to hold a grudge. It was just that an unpleasant memory resurfaced. In any case, it was not a sword but armor entirely made of mithril. Its value surpassed rarity. The armor was something money alone couldn’t buy—something akin to a quasi-artifact.

Gith-Za-Rai gestured toward the knight. "Isn't that armor beautiful?"