“The Philosopher’s Stone? Are you telling me this is the Philosopher’s Stone, the one that only exists in legends?”

“Shh! Keep it down, will you? Are you trying to make the whole of Bronde go into a frenzy?”

Maurice blinked, opening and closing his eyelids, as he asked the question. Meanwhile, I broke into a cold sweat trying to keep his volume down.

Then, with a sigh, Maurice let out a short chuckle and said, “So now you’ve got the royal family’s ring, the Hero Candidate Medal, and now you’re even getting the Philosopher’s Stone? At this point, nothing surprises me anymore.”

Yeah, right? It’s like I’m collecting set items or something, one after the other.

Should I just start wearing them as parts on my body? A ring on my finger, a medal on my chest, and a potion dangling from my waist?

“So, are you really going to take it?”