karen

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"Um, I guess it was here...?"

As I continued to explore the room, the lighting proved to be a challenge for my eyes to adapt to. The air carried a heavy aroma of mustiness, as if it were saturated with the essence of ancient artifacts. The weight of history itself seemed to bear down upon me, casting a solemn atmosphere. The room overflowed with an abundance of captivating objects, each one more fascinating than the previous. Some were carefully enclosed in glass cases, while others found their place on shelves or dangled from the ceiling.

These are the items that I purchased during my time as an adventurer and the items that were given to me as rewards.

"…But anyway…uh… I don't think I have any proper equipment left.

In the attic, there exists a set of armor that cannot be classified as high-quality, even when considering its durability and magical defense.