(A bonus chapter for "Pink Kitty Bunny mk2," brother, 3/5)
"Let me tell you, we just found a barbarian battle-axe on the first Earl's coffin. It's definitely a rare divine weapon! Even if you can't use it yourself, you could always reward your warriors with it. Come on, how can you be so old-fashioned—uh, I mean, how can a vampire be so old-fashioned?"
The leader of the Blood Rat Gang crawled out of the extremely professional tomb-raiding tunnel they had just dug, followed by Yaya, covered in dust, and a gaggle of chattering players.
She held a bag in her hand, a sign that the tomb-raiding operation had been a resounding success, but Dorothy's face was full of reluctance and regret.
She leaned close to Murphy and whispered:
"Why don't we come back another time? There's a lot of money hidden in there."
"No need. Scarlet Castle may be poor, but we're not so destitute that we need to rely on grave robbing to survive. Besides, this is the tomb of one of Transia's heroic forebears."
Murphy shrugged, took the black bag from Dorothy, and opened it for a look. Inside lay a large, old-fashioned wooden cup.
There was nothing particularly remarkable about its appearance, but when he handed it to the mountain elders beside him, who wore strange antler masks, their joy and cheers were unmistakably genuine.
This was undoubtedly the sacred object of these mountains.
There was no need for an item appraisal, either. Yaya had already appraised it, which meant Murphy had effectively done so himself. He already knew exactly how the thing worked.
The Witch Hunters beside Murphy also sensed the grail's aura. Old Eugene turned to Mother Marianne, who was reciting scripture, and asked her in a hushed, uncertain voice:
"I sense a very familiar