"Not bad loot."
After blasting several more monsters away along the route, Frieren finally reached the end of the passage.
The rewards waiting at the end did not disappoint her.
There were Magic Tools of unknown use, piles of silver and copper coins, and, most importantly, one thing.
A treasure chest that seemed to give off the aura of an important and valuable Magic Book.
Instinctively dismissing the result of her Treasure Chest Appraisal Magic from her mind, Frieren believed that, as a great mage, one had to dare seize that one-percent chance. That was how so many important discoveries had been made throughout the history of magic.
"Hmm-hmm."
Frieren hummed a smug little tune as she reached out and pushed open the treasure chest before her.
"Precious Magic Book, come greet me!!!"
The next moment—
"It's so dark!"
"So scary!"
Frieren's frightened voice came from within the opened Treasure Chest Mimic's mouth.
With no companions nearby to help her and no way to receive aid from outside, Frieren had no choice but to use attack magic from inside the Treasure Chest Mimic, destroying it through an internal explosion.
"Phew—phew—"
Frieren panted heavily. "Saved..."
Beside the Treasure Chest Mimic, which was slowly turning into ash and dispersing, the Elf Mage who had saved herself slumped weakly onto the ground.
Because the explosion had gone off inside the Treasure Chest Mimic, even with her excellent defensive spells, Frieren could not avoid being left in a sorry state by the impact. Her body was covered in the slime from its mouth, and even her normally smooth hair had been blown into curled twin-tails. It would probably take quite some time to return to normal.
"What a mess. Good thing nobody saw me like this."
"I should tidy up a little."
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