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Chapter 33: Tale of the Past (pt.3)

Despite her growing suspicion, Cherry decided not to ask this time, as she did not wish to be exposed to random stories that might drag her into more unnecessary trouble than she already had.

She'd had enough of mind-shattering truths.

So instead, she obediently followed her guide, who just finished wrapping her wrist with a ripped cloth, before heading to the slightly opened door.

“Whoaaaa~!”

Soon enough, Pam’s awed voice could be heard as they entered a room filled with abundant riches and various items scattered all over.

However, instead of paying attention to all the glimmering golden piles and jewelry strewn around, their yes were locked on something else.

“Is that… who I think it is…?”

Gulping lightly, Cherry trailed off on her sentence as she let out a gasp of disbelief at what she was currntly witnessing.

“Well, I mean, it can't be anyone else, now can it?”

There, sitting imposingly on a magnificent throne, was a neatly magic-preserved skeleton, wearing a mage robe with staff