I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

I didn’t know that he could make a face like that.

With a smirk, Ian reached his right hand over his shoulder. Of course, he planned to get the hammer back, but in any case, this freed up some space in his pocket dimension for the time being.

Click—

He gripped the hilt of the fang greatsword, twisted his wrist slightly to release the locking clasp, and then pushed it into his pocket dimension, still hidden by his cloak. Mukapa was already back to picking up carriage fragments.

"Whoa..."

At the low gasp, Ian's head turned to the right. His carriage, parked next to the demolished one, stood untouched.

"How did you do that?" the Vanturian boy, who had been watching from the open window, asked as his eyes met Ian's.

Right, this kid was here too.

Ian lowered his arm and answered, "Just well."

"... You don't want to tell me. I was being nosy. Sorry," Shahin said with a sweet smile.

Ian turned his waist slightly and added, "Are you holding up alright?"

"Thanks to you, sir. May I go out and help?"