Chapter 51:

Chapter 51:

Chapter 51. The Shell (1)

Caitlin, who had just been looking like a person on the verge of death, now sported a smile so bright it was hard to believe she was the same person. While the fact that she had paid Isaac a hefty sum remained unchanged, the fact that it wasn’t immediately leaving as cash but staying as debt meant they could avoid instant bankruptcy.

Especially in a situation where a significant amount of cash had been lost due to the Loracus crash, every penny was desperately needed.

Now that she could fully return the gold borrowed from the higher-ups, she could minimize the responsibility she ought to bear as much as possible.

“Let’s talk about the terms then! How much interest were you thinking?”

“The Golden Idol Guild must have set interest rates based on creditworthiness and amounts. Propose the conditions according to that first. After all, I’m more interested in using the assets of the Golden Idol Guild.”

“Understood! I’ll have the accounts department sort it out and get back to you right away.”

Watching Caitlin hurry to organize the related information, Isaac thought to himself,

‘So much for travelling frugally.’

His journey since leaving the monastery had been pure survival. He thought he could just sleep anywhere like in the games, eat anything with his tentacles, and just get stronger as needed. That turned out to be a miscalculation.

Although he had been getting used to it, it was unnecessary hardship. Therefore, Isaac decided to contact the Golden Idol Guild and create some debt.

‘The Loracus affair made things too easy, but...’

If this incident prevents the Dawn Army from rising, that would be troublesome in its own way, but Isaac didn’t think that would happen. The Dawn Army had already risen 12 times. As long as the holy land remained in the hands of the Immortal Order, the Dawn Army would always inevitably rise.

“Ah, and I have a gift for you.”

“A gift? But you’ve already entrusted us with such a large sum...”

“You must be thinking it’s actually a loss. Anyway, it’s your item, so it seems right for you to have it.”

With that, Isaac opened a box he had brought in front of Caitlin. Inside was a humble-looking shepherd’s crook. Caitlin didn’t understand what it was for a moment, then her eyes widened.

“Is that a relic?”

“Yes.”

The origins of the Golden Idol Guild were said to be from a nomadic tribe. A young shepherd boy witnessed a golden sheep crossing a treacherous mountain range and followed it, discovering a path through a mountain range that no one had crossed before.

This tribe monopolized the mountain pass, opening a trade route through the world that had been disconnected, and that was the beginning of the Golden Idol Guild. This shepherd’s crook was supposedly carved by the boy himself, in his own likeness.

‘Compared to S-class relics like the Golden Horn or Midas’s Hand, the Amber Eyes... it’s a bit lacking.’

Still, the shepherd’s crook was considered an A-grade relic.

Caitlin carefully stroked the shepherd’s crook with her hand.

Yukhar had said the Golden Idol Guild had no priests or paladins, but in reality, the merchants themselves were both followers and priests. A merchant who had reached the level of branch manager naturally had a discerning eye.

Caitlin could tell at a glance that the Shepherd’s Crook was genuine.

Seeing such a precious relic returned to the Guild, Caitlin was ecstatic. For a moment, she scolded herself for thinking the Holy Knight had deceived her with a great ruse.

“How can you go to such lengths... Thank you so much. I will definitely inform the main office in Odhrif!”

As soon as Caitlin’s words fell, it was as if they were a declaration, and a message appeared before Isaac’s eyes.

[You have returned the ‘Shepherd’s Crook’ relic to the Golden Idol Guild.]

[The Golden Idol blesses your noble journey.]

[Your luck greatly increases.]

[Your appraisal ability greatly increases.]

‘As expected.’

Because this was the armor worn by Kalsen Miller during his time as a paladin.

Paladin armors generally look similar, with only minor differences in details and emblems.

But this armor had all signs of belonging and identity, even the lightly inscribed scriptures or prayers, aggressively erased. It was a blatant sign of apostasy.

‘No wonder Caitlin hesitated to dispose of it.’

The removal of the Codex of Light’s emblems and the erasure of prayer phrases from a paladin’s armor could very well have had the inquisitors rushing over to declare it heretical. However, due to this, no trace of it being Kalsen Miller’s armor remained.

‘The armor itself is a mark of an apostate... But maybe it’ll be fine if it’s covered up adequately?’

It was a carefree thought, but the item was too tempting to pass up. It wasn’t just any armor, but Kalsen Miller’s. It was bound to be equipped with incredible miracles. And considering it remained intact even after being entangled in those tentacles...

‘Wait, didn’t the tentacles consume Kalsen?’

His memory was a bit foggy, but it was clear the tentacles had devoured Kalsen. The fact that only his armor was left didn’t make sense.

‘...Did it eat the meat and spit out the shell?’

It was a ridiculous thought, yet it seemed possible.

Isaac examined Kalsen’s Paladin Armor. The ‘Sealed’ tag blocked any recognition of its grade, but the miracles it emitted already proved its significant worth. If the armor was protected by powerful miracles, it would have been difficult even for the tentacles to digest.

‘Strength enhancement, fatigue recovery, weight reduction, physical protection... What’s this? Maintenance of cleanliness and a minor temperature control effect? So it essentially has good air conditioning?’

Even the basic miracles in its sealed state were impressive; unsealing it might reveal astonishingly potent miracles.

‘Kalsen, I thought you were modest, but you were walking around wrapped in a hotel.’

“Would you accept it?”

Expecting an eager acceptance, Caitlin was puzzled to see Isaac hesitating.

Paladins were known for their desire for equipment, after all.

Meanwhile, Isaac envied her ignorance. If he hadn’t known the original owner of the armor, he would have worn it without a second thought.

‘Already being compared to Kalsen every time I draw my sword, wearing Kalsen’s armor might invite even more suspicion... Ah, forget it.’

Isaac impulsively spoke up.

“I’ll take it.”

The item was too precious to pass up. If it was scary, he could just remove it within the borders of the Gerthonian Empire and wear it when entering the territories of other faiths.

Caitlin’s face brightened at Isaac’s words.

“Excellent! Would you like to try it on? I’ll help you.”

“No, I’ll try it on myself. Could you step aside for a moment?”

Isaac asked, partly fearing the tentacles might react sensitively to an item they had spat out. If it was something regurgitated by the tentacles, wearing it might cause problems.

Caitlin seemed hesitant to leave Isaac alone in the precious storeroom but, showing trust, she bowed her head and stepped outside.

Isaac began to don the armor.

He wasn’t worried about the size. Even Gebel’s armor had adjusted to fit him perfectly. Kalsen Militor’s armor would surely be no different.

Indeed, as Isaac put on the gloves, boots, and each piece, mechanical clicks sounded, and the armor snugly adjusted to his body.

Just as Isaac was putting on the final piece, the helmet, a message appeared before his eyes.

[Recognized as the rightful owner.]

[The seal on the equipment is being lifted.]

“Huh?”