Although he had just leaped into the hole, Eugene didn’t want to land at the bottom without any protection. So he wrapped his body in his summoned spirit’s wind and as he stared down into the depths of the hole.

‘Just like they said.’

He could see something like a gate at the bottom of the hole. A huge gate made of some unknown material was installed in place of a floor.

The gate wasn’t tightly closed. There was an opening large enough for people to come and go through. Seeing this intrusion with his own eyes, Eugene’s hair couldn’t help but bristle with rage and murderous intent.

The gate down there had been discovered six years ago, but it had been impossible for the Sand Shamans of Nahama to open the gate with their capabilities.

That was why Amelia Merwin had been called here to open that gate.

“Grick.”

Eugene’s teeth ground against each other. Impatiently, Eugene accelerated his fall until he was hovering right in front of the gate, but he didn’t go through immediately. Instead, he took a few deep breaths and calmed his boiling emotions.

It had yet to be confirmed that what was inside here was really Hamel’s grave. Perhaps… perhaps it wasn’t his grave, and instead something completely different, like an ancient dungeon. Eugene didn’t want to feel disappointed after getting his hopes up for nothing.

“...Although that shouldn’t be the case,” Eugene muttered to himself.

There were no special markings or engravings on the door. If there had been any magic left, Eugene could have made a guess as to the style of the protections that had been cast on it or the level of magic used, but the spells cast on the door had already been breached.

Since that was the case, he had no choice but to just go in and see it himself. Eugene pushed his way through the gap in the gate.

The path continued on the other side of the gate, leading further underground. But the surroundings were no longer that of soil but instead made of metal, the same material that had made up the door.

‘It...