“Is that true? Can you really use black magic?” Eugene asked. It was a surprise, but Eugene was more concerned than happy. The magic of controlling undead monsters was strictly forbidden in all religions, regardless of what school the wizard belonged to. If it became known that his wizard was dabbling in black magic, he would make an enemy out of everyone.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Romari asked.

“The incense burner. It’s a magical tool related to black magic, isn’t it? Should you be using it carelessly?” Eugene asked.

“Oh, I know what you are talking about,” Romari responded with a grin after noticing Eugene’s suspicious gaze. She then continued with a solemn, serious expression, which was a little different from her usual self, “Are all knives made to kill people?”

“What?” Eugene asked.

“That’s not the case, right? No one is afraid of a chef who cooks with a knife in the kitchen. Although everyone knows that a knife is a tool capable of hurting and killing people, no one says anything about it when it’s in the hands of a chef,” Romari said.

“Hmm.”

“It’s the same with the incense burner you gave me, Sir Eugene. No, rather, it’s the same for all magical tools. It all depends on the identity of the user, just like how it’s different for a robber to hold a knife compared to a chef,” Romari explained. She was revealing aspects of her identity as a truth-seeker for the first in a long time.

“…You know you’re sounding like a bit of a snob right now, right?”...