Tareth Estrella, an A-rank adventurer, chose to accompany me. Behind that, though, he only wanted to make sure I was not lying and to ask Ferrumel about her true intentions. That being said…
The storm right above us was still an issue.
"You know the golden egg can't be exposed to rain, right, Mr. Tareth?"
"Hoh… I guess you have a point," the hatted man said, walking back to the sanctuary. "Also, just Tareth will do."
"Oh, okay. So, what are we going to do?" I asked, chuckling a bit. "The rain doesn't seem like it's gonna stop any time soon. What, are we going to cover the egg with something?"
"That will not do, apparently. The temperature must be kept warm at all times."
"Then, how?"
This feels like "Mission Impossible" all of a sudden.
"I guess we need to use this."
From underneath his poncho cape, he revealed a strange cubical object with a distinct star symbol attached to it.
"What… is that?"
