Kaiser Dragon subjugated, I stowed the remains in the Item Box, per standard operating procedure.
For scale: it’s a good three sizes bigger than the arc dragon from before.
Everything fits. There’s technically a capacity limit, but at a level where I functionally never have to think about it.
Thinking it through — this too is a monstrous cheat skill.
Open an Item Box logistics company in Japan and I’d be a billionaire inside a year.
Anyway — arriving in town, we headed for the Adventurers’ Guild.
The commercial guild negotiation over sugar wholesale prices is today’s real business, but…
First: the buyback counter.
We’re broke-adjacent, and I want cash in hand for peace of mind. Also I’m dying to know the number…
“Been a while.”
The instant the receptionist registered my face and Maria’s, her expression seized up.
Oi oi — full monster classification already? I headed for the counter with a wry smile.
“A-and what brings you in today?”
“Ah — I’d like to sell something.”
“Another death hawk… or an arc dragon, perhaps? I’ll have you know arc-dragon-grade no longer surprises me.”
She kept stealing glances at Maria — apparently the receptionist now handles Maria, confirmed peer of the Adventurer King, with maximum courtesy.
“No — a Kaiser Dragon.”
The receptionist’s face did something complicated.
Then she went briefly vacant, and — “ahh” — smacked her fist into her palm.
“You have a cruel sense of humor, sir. That’s an upper-tier CALAMITY-class individual — higher extermination difficulty than the recent Evil Cyclops, you realize?”
“Eh? Really?”
“The Adventurer King left on expedition to the imperial capital last week, and I don’t see the palm-top rabbit queen today either. Your group’s capabilities were established last visit, but… there are limits to teasing people, sir. If all THREE of them fought together it wouldn’t be impossible, however… now, what is your actual business?”
“Like I said. A buyback.”
“Yes — a buyback of WHAT?”
“Like I said. A Kaiser Dragon.”
“Ha ha, again with the jokes—”
“Yeah, the physical object is going to be faster than this conversation.”
I called up the Item Box.
Well — “took out” isn’t quite the mechanics. “Summoned” is closer.
Either way: from my Item Box emerged the head of a colossal dragon, nearly two meters long on its own. Dragon head reveal, part two.
“No… way…”
And the receptionist crumpled bonelessly to the floor behind her counter.