I followed the bowl cut, who seemed to be possessed by something, and looked around in detail.

A bookshelf, which seemed to be made of expensive wood, had arched downward after enduring the weight of the books for many years. Considering that this was expected to be the secret library of the first emperor, the bookshelf must be very sturdy.

The luxurious marble floor was full of dust. There was a trace of a person having passed by in the direction where the bowl cut was going. It was probably the information agents, Magic School teachers, or students who accidentally came into this place and moved like the bowl cut. There were no signs of resistance in the quite long traces, so it meant that there wasn’t a single person who had properly protected their mind. How pathetic.

"Oh, have we arrived?"

I stopped following the bowl cut and hid behind a bookshelf.

- Lalalala... Lalala... Lalala... Lala....

The source of the song captivating people was a large pile of treasures. No, to be exact, it was a sword stuck in the pile of treasures.

The bowl cut slowly reached out to the sword as if he had zero interest in the pile of treasures around him. Then, strange stripes appeared on the sword and a black shadow popped out and grabbed him as if wrapping around him.

"Oh my, tentacle play."

Just kidding. The sword that wrapped around the bowl cut with a shadow slowly began to suck up his mana. This was totally a magic sword. Well, it didn't matter to me whether he sucked dry and became a mummy or not. Rather, it would be perfect if he stayed still like...