“A Sculptor…”
Even to the moment of his death, an expression of disbelief covered his face. He was going to let Weed attack once and counterattack, but that one attack caused Gran’s low HP to completely disappear.
Mapan let out a deep sigh. He had predicted as such, but now that the quartet was all dead, there was nothing to do.
“So what do we do now? Shall we go back now?”
“We’ve come this far so I’m going to find the treasure. Though it’s questionable that the treasure exists.”
“How? Once you enter, you can’t come out… If we die here they will revive before us.”
“That does not necessarily mean that you have to die. These people were novices when it came to exploring. They failed to choose the correct path even with the map. They even said a path is not always something that is set, but they still didn’t understand their own words.”
“What do you mean?”
“Flying.”
Weed chanted a spell and pure white wings sprouted from his back. Since the beginning, he had been confident in safely crossing over the Bar Khu mountain range. The reason why he was so confident lay in these wings. At the Mireukan tower of Lavias, with the payment of 10 gold, once could fly for the duration of one month. The power of flight lay in a special feather from the Avians.
Avoiding the falling lightning and thunderbolts, he flew to the opposite side. There he saw a small coffin and a thing that appeared to be a musical instrument, a harp.
‘This is must be the treasure’
Weed took the musical instrument.
“Identify!”