However, they were surprised to see that there was a door, frozen solid in ice.

「The story I heard is that Mikhail was heavily wounded and barely escaped with his life, but could it be that he actually wasn’t so desperate?」(Vandalieu)

To think that he would seal off the passage with ice in the middle of escaping.

Even as Vandalieu said that, he drained the Mana out of the ice to melt it. It wasn’t very difficult work, but he would grow tired of it if he were to have to repeat it dozens of times.

「He might have been worried that the magic spear that he left behind would be stolen, or someone would finish off the Dragon Golem that he had half-destroyed and take the treasure.」(Vandalieu)

『Hmm? Now that I think about it, this ice and the ice that was in the audience chamber were made when that bastard ran away, wasn’t it? How did he make it? Didn’t he throw his spear at the Dragon Golem and run away?』(Borkus)

「Ah, now that you mention it…」(Vandalieu)

The ice that Vandalieu was melting right now was magic ice that wouldn’t melt even if exposed to the red-hot hellfire. It was difficult to imagine that it had been created through a spell of one of the normal attributes of magic.

And this magic ice was something that could only have been created with the magic spear that had been the Mirg shield-nation’s national treasure.