The hero Lives in the mage's house

Beyond the door, just as expected, were stairs leading down.

It wasn’t particularly dark because there were light-emitting magic tools here and there, but it gave off a distinctly eerie atmosphere.

Not only that, but from the damp air to the echoing sounds, it was exactly the kind of place you’d see in a tale of dread.

'Well, it doesn’t really matter.'

Franz thought so as he calmly stepped forward.

It wasn’t as if this was his first time coming to a place like this. He had been to plenty of worse places when subjugating the Demon Lord, so any sense of fear had long since vanished.

Besides, they had a saintess on their side. Even if a ghost appeared, the only thing it could do was pass on and go meet the Goddess.

Step-, step-.

Step-, step-.

The echoing footsteps gave off a terrifying atmosphere...