Chapter 42
“No way! This is a dungeon? It must be all stage props, right? The academy is really something.”
Limberton was trembling, caught in denial. To snap him out of it, I rummaged through the box on the floor. It contained weapons like swords and shields, as well as three days’ worth of dried rations.
“Limberton, this sword is real. This isn’t a play. If monsters appear, you’ll need to protect yourself with this.”
After putting on my light armor, I grabbed a large shield and handed it to the robed man. He nodded in acceptance. Next, I picked up a bow and quiver and handed them to Limberton, who grimaced.
“What? A bow and arrow? That’s not cool. I’m supposed to be a knight; give me a sword.”
Not a surprising reaction. In this world, knights don’t favor bows and arrows, often looking down on those who use them, calling them hunters. Aura often deflects arrows, and some can even cut them down or repel them before they hit.
But Limberton’s only path was as an archer.
[Limberton Bel Delsi]
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