If Nothing Unexpected Happened, That Was Impossible...

After all, she was an alchemist.

No matter how beautiful she was, she was still an alchemist.

Arthur didn't even want to think about what might happen if he offended one of them.

Who knew what kind of methods they might use against him?

"It's like this. There's a kind of monster in the Sorrowful Swamp. Once it gets its hooks into someone, they'll let out a painful wail that sounds like crying."

"That's why this place is called the Sorrowful Swamp."

"So whether it's a caravan, an army, or a group of mercenaries..."

"Anyone passing through here chooses to do so quickly, between nine in the morning and five in the afternoon."

"The main reason is to avoid spending the night in the swamp."

Arthur explained the origin of the name Sorrowful Swamp, along with some of the ways people had figured out how to deal with it.

"If it latches onto people and makes them wail, then surely it's a monster with psychic abilities, right?"

After hearing Arthur's explanation, Alisa frowned and looked at Lan Qingyou.

"Something like possessing people or interfering with their minds."

"Oh! Psychic abilities?"

Now that's something I can get excited about!

Lan Qingyou hadn't cared much before, but now she was wide awake.

After all, in a sense, the mind and the soul resonated with each other.

If she could follow that trail...

Maybe she could use the soul of a powerful psychic monster to mend her own. It wasn't impossible.

That was their "main quest," after all.

And so...

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the portly Arthur.

"What does it look like?"

"I don't know."

"What does it sound like?"

"I don't know."

"Then surely you know something about its habits?"

"Sorry, I really don't."

"...Tsk. You're really useless."

Arthur's