"Please slow down a bit now – this one is pretty tricky and none of us wants me to mess it up."
The red-haired woman with the fashion sense of a nice lovely granny reached out her hand and took a deep breath, Even though there was nothing even remotely suspicious in the corridor they were walking through.
Nothing suspicious for normal people, that is.
Zoemi with his ability to see the unique shadows of everything possessing mana allowed him to realize just how many deadly and destructive traps were installed on almost every step of their way towards the treasury.
No wonder the red-haired woman was constantly reminding him to follow her exact footsteps – it really did seem like one false move was going to blow up a quarter of the royal castle.
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