"Oh! Without a doubt, this is a treasure of the kingdom!"

Inside the chieftain's tent at Lake Fortress, Darka exclaimed excitedly as Karami handed him the tiara they’d obtained from the Snowfield Elves. Holding it high above his head, he shouted with joy.

"Who had this?"

"The Snowfield Elves," Karami replied.

"The Snowfield Elves! Mysterious beings, scarcely more than legends. The ancients thought they were just fairy-tale creatures, but they’re real! They’re living history! They must hold secrets about the kingdom that no one else knows!"

Darka placed the tiara carefully next to Zeke's ring.

"Well done. Very well done! This brings us one step closer to fulfilling our long-held dream!"

"Haha, I plan to find the next item just as quickly."

"Good. I’ll eagerly await its arrival."

Darka’s face lit up with an exuberant smile. Every time Karami delivered a treasure, Darka seemed like a different person. To the tribe members, it was as if his senility had been completely cured.

Of course, the change was only temporary. Soon enough, he’d return to his usual self.

Darka let out a dry cough.

"Cough, cough. I’ve been shouting so much my throat hurts. I’ll lie down for a bit—take your time before you leave."

"Darka… sleeping again?"

"And is that something you should be commenting on, Miss Ashies?"@@novelbin@@

Karami shot Ashies a cold look.

Ashies, after all, was notorious for her love of sleep. She would doze off even on the roughest sled rides and was a nightmare to wake up in the morning.

For her to criticize Darka for napping was absurd.

"You’ll understand when you’re my age, young one."

"…?"

Ashies tilted her head, not quite grasping his meaning.

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