"... there's nothing special about Bishop Lennon..."
Gaius groaned in a sighing mood as he searched Lennon's clerk's office without any dizzying results.
Then Dalm, still elusive in the corner of the room, noticed a crude wooden box at his feet.
"... I wonder what this is..."
"Yeah? What's going on?
When Gaius spoke, even now that he had entered Lennon's office, it should be noted that Darum, who did not want to be part of Gaius' actions, made a hasty denial.
"No, no, it wasn't something..."
"... a crate?... again that's a lot of blurry crate..."
Gaius, intrigued and approached Darum, put his hand in more or less its crude wooden crate.
Then at that moment, the feeling of Gaius' whole body hair being upside down suddenly curled up.
(What is this feeling!... I've felt this somewhere before... but that's not in this world... anyway, this guy is a pretty bad one!
Gaius let go of his hand, which brought him closer to the crate, and looked back and told Dalm.
"Mr. Dalm, can you touch this box?
Durm slowly bent over, looking a lot faint, touching the crate in horror.
"... touched it? ……
"Don't you feel anything in particular?
"... what? ……
"Really? Then have it. I don't need you in this room anymore. Let's get out of here."