Gather Divine Coins and Gacha! - Chapter 116

 "Huh."

I caught the item floating in mid-air before it fell.

It's about 20 centimeters long, with a grayish-white cone-shaped curve. It looks like some kind of horn.

Well, it's about as horn-like as it gets...

"What's that?"

"It's the 'Fierce Horn.' Have you heard of it?"

In its inactive state, it's just a horn. There's no way it could be a sonic weapon...

"...It's an item that provides morale boost in voice and calms confusion. Some nobles and mercenary groups in the western countries possess it."

"Oh, really... did Alec know about it?"

Despite his dizziness, Zigheard explains about the 'Fierce Horn.' Alec, who hails from the west and has worked as a mercenary there, might know about it, right?

"I've heard rumors about it. That there are units that maintain discipline no matter the situation. There should have been one each in the Royal Knights of the capital and some baron's household in this country too."

"I see."

It doesn't enhance like a 'Prayer,' but does it enable one to display their abilities in any situation? ...It would be convenient during tests and such.

Now... anyway, what should we do?

I glance at Zigheard, but it seems hopeless. Despite standing on his own feet, his face looks terrible. It's like the faces of the fellows who died or blew all their money back when I helped out at the tavern in the past.

Well... I don't know how many years it took, but that's the result, huh?

The thing called 'Magic Thread' is held by Fiora. There might be a use for it, but it's not necessary for Zigheard.

It seems that many ordinary citizens and even adventurers often exchange holy coins for cash, but seeing him now, it doesn't seem unreasonable.

There's a slang term for when someone suffers deep emotional damage, like being stabbed in the ass by a goblin, but it might be appropriate for him now.

That being said, what about this atmosphere?

"Sarah."

"Hm?"

Ceriana's voice breaks the heavy and awkward atmosphere.

"I believe you had 19 holy coins. You used one just now, so you have 9 left. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah."

As soon as I hear her response, Ceriana heads to the bedroom and quickly returns, handing me one holy coin.

"You can use this one, so try again."

"...Are you sure it should be me?"

If we're going to do it anyway, might as well let me do it.

"I don't want to waste 10 coins."

Fair enough.

Ceriana doesn't need to enhance herself, and she doesn't need to gamble. But Zigheard seems more down than I thought...

Considering his future motivation and all, I suppose she wants to do something about it. But she doesn't want to risk giving Zigheard 10 coins and getting another disappointment or something that doesn't fit him at all. So, she's letting me handle it with just one coin.

I'm getting tired of this already. Let's just get it over with.

"Here we go!"

I offer the coin to the sacred statue, and it disappears.

"Huh!"

Without missing a beat, I stop.

"Oh?"

The text that appears in my mind is "Dragon's Lung."

Sounds impressive, but... do I breathe fire with it?

I thought maybe I'd finally have a long-range method too, but it seems not. It's not a skill, but once again, it's an item.

"Huh?"

Something resembling a shining ring appears in front of me.

Two in a row... I'm on a roll!

I catch it before it falls and unfold it.

There's an oval decoration in the center of the silver chain, resembling a dragon with its wide-open mouth revealing its tongue and fangs.

"A pendant?"

"What was it?"

"It was 'Dragon's Lung.' It seems it can breathe fire."

"Dragon's Lung?!"

As soon as he hears the name of the item, Zigheard, who had been leaning against the wall with a dead expression, suddenly raises his voice and approaches.

"O-oh..."

"Show it to me!"

Fiora, who was also standing next to Zigheard, demands.

Both of them have wide-eyed expressions, similar to each other, but do they know something about this?