Two weeks after my appointment with St. Palmiro, I headed to a hotel in Tokyo. St. Palmiro contacted me to meet him at the hotel.

　He told me that he was staying in a suite at a first-class hotel, so I went into the hotel and told the front desk my name, and they escorted me to my suite.

　I knock on the door and a man who looks like a butler, about fifty years old, opens the door and invites me in.

We have been waiting for you. Lord

landlord

can stay in the living room."

　I met a saint for the first time. He had a well-trained physique and his face resembled Schubert, whom I had seen in the music room at school.

My name is Midorimu Sakaki, a class A adventurer. It is an honor to meet you."

It's an honor to meet you. I am Palmiro Pavarini from the Vatican."

　I greeted him and then sat on the couch as recommended. The man I thought was the butler turns out to be a squire. The ruberti makes me a cup of tea.

I have heard that you are a living magician, is that correct?"

"There is no doubt about it."

　St. Palmiro looks thoughtful.

'The life magic I knew wasn't something that could work in an advanced dungeon, has that changed recently?'

'Yes, new life magic has been discovered, more magic to fight demons.

But isn't it odd that it's life magic, but magic that fights demons?"

　I chuckled and then nodded.

Some people ask questions like that. But it is perhaps not surprising that those who discovered magic such as 'Light,' 'Clean,' and 'Repair' in the early days of dungeons named this line of magic 'life magic.'"

　St. Palmiro looks interested.

But you think it wasn't right?"

I myself think that 'D-particle manipulation magic' is the right way to go. However, there are some magic that can really be called 'living magic.

That's interesting. By the way, wasn't the elixir soma that was offered at the auction house in New York offered by Mr. Sakaki?"

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　I turn my sharp gaze to St. Palmiro.

Why do you think that?"

'It's simple. Mr. Sakaki has defeated the Silver Ogre and obtained some kind of drop product. And I heard a rumor that he and his disciples were hunting running slugs in Narukami Dungeon."

　Was it a bad idea to hunt for running slugs in a fancy way? But it is not conclusive evidence. Because Silver Ogre does not always drop "Silver Ogre Horns".

　I think it was like a first-time bonus because that was the first time I beat the Silver Ogre, the mid-boss.

It is true that we were hunting running slugs, but it is too early to assume that we created the elixir soma on that basis alone."

　St. Palmiro laughs as if to say, "I can see it all.

Well, all right?　By the way, have you ever heard of a drug called Amrita?"

It's a drug from Indian mythology. I believe it is said to make the drinker immortal.

That's right. Mr. Sakaki, do you know anything about Amrita?"

No, I have only read about Amrita in books.

I see. I'm sorry to hear that."

　St. Palmiro opened his eyes and looked at me. At that moment, the sound of "Ching, Ching" echoed in my head. I thought, "No way," and hit the "Steel Heart Technique" switch.

　At that moment, a barrier is constructed in the core of the psyche. Then the sound of 'ting, ting' is no longer heard.

You said earlier that it is too early to assume that you have created a spirit medicine soma, but are you sure you haven't created a spirit medicine soma?"

　That was a spiritual attack. Then what this saint really wanted to hear about was the elixir soma, after all. What a shameless eater.

Yes, I didn't make it. I didn't make it."

　Squire Luberti looks disappointed. St. Palmiro looked unconvinced.

And you know nothing more about Amrita than what you've read in books?"

Yes, I don't know. I don't know.

By the way, what's the most significant thing you've discovered in your recent dungeon explorations?"

'Yes, it is. Here's what we found out about the paint on the Shadow Puppets."

Then what was the most shocking thing that happened to you?"

It's a monument that is made in the city of War Bear over there, on the thirteenth level of the Narukami dungeon. That was shocking."

　St. Palmiro tilted his head. He didn't know what it meant, but he thought it must have been something artistic that impressed him.

　I am not lying, so if St. Palmiro had the ability to read facial expressions, he would not have thought it strange.

　Closing his open eyes, St. Palmiro exhaled heavily and sat deeply on the couch. Then they chatted, and finally St. Palmiro said.

Do you have any questions?"

I've heard that it has the power to cure diseases that cannot be cured by medicine or magic potions. I heard that you have the power to cure diseases that cannot be cured by medicine or magic potions. How did you come by it?"

　St. Palmiro laughed.

I am often asked this question, but I don't understand it either. I think this is the grace of God."

　After hearing that, I decided to leave. I felt it was impossible to get information out of him.

　I left St. Palmiro and went outside the suite. Then I let Elmore out of the shadows.

See if you can't hear the sound inside."

I understand.

　The sorcery ears used in Elmore are more powerful than normal. Elmore approached the door and listened carefully.

　After five minutes of jiggling around, Elmore dived away from the door and into my shadow. At that moment, the elevator arrived and the doors opened. A man in a suit entered the suite.

　I left the hotel and went into a local coffee shop. It is not a very popular place, and I am the only customer. I sit down by the window and order a cup of coffee.

　After the coffee was brought, I started talking with Metis.

Did you hear anything?"

'St. Palmiro's purpose seems to be definitely Amrita.

Then again, you seemed to be interested in the elixir soma.

'It seems they simply want to extend their lifespan. They said there just wasn't enough time to accomplish their goal.'

What is its purpose?

'I didn't say anything specific about the purpose. By the way, why did you order us to explore St. Palmiro?'

Because St. Palmiro had launched a spiritual attack."

That makes me doubtful that he is a saint."

　I tilted my head. I wasn't sure what a saint was.

　The dictionary seems to refer to a person of generally virtuous character and exemplary way of life, but in the case of St. Palmiro, I felt that he was called a saint in the sense of a person with the holy power of curing incurable diseases.