Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, Vol. 4 by Fujino Omori Page A

Considering I don’t know how to tell the good stuff from the bad, there’s no reason for me to look anywhere else. But above all, Eina brought me here before, so I don’t feel nervous going in.
    I’m not concerned about money today, either. I’ve been able to save up quite a bit recently…Not to mention the Minotaur’s magic stone was worth 50,000 vals. Lilly told me that even the clerk at the Exchange was surprised, so I’m pretty sure that Minotaur was something special…It was wielding a sword, after all.
    Anyway, I have more than 100,000 vals on me right now. I walk through Babel’s main gates with a smile on my face.
    Rather than riding the elevator, I take the stairs all the way to the eighth floor.
    The best part about the stairwell is definitely the view out of the windows. The blue sky is absolutely stunning today.
    Ah, here it is.
    The eighth floor.
    The layout is like a big doughnut, with a hole in the middle for the elevator to go through. The shops are built on both sides of the circular hallway. Each shop has its own combination of swords, spears, and the like outside its entrance or on its sign as decoration.
    Stopping to take a look at some of the tenants along my way, I arrive at my destination.
    Since the thing that protects my body, my light armor, was completely destroyed, coming here first makes the most sense.
    Just like before, it’s like a forest of armor in here. Most of it is designed to protect the torso, but the color schemes are a lot plainer than the last time I was here. There’s a lot of black and gray.
    As long as I stay on this floor, I should be able to buy…pretty much anything?
    I take a look at the price tags on the armor closest to me…21,000, 35,000, 46,000…Yeah, I should be okay. I can’t splurge, though. Armor isn’t the only thing on my list.
    To think that a day like today would come…Even a few weeks ago I couldn’t even imagine it.
    …Are they not selling it anymore?
    From the very sturdy to the downright gaudy, this shop has a wide selection of expensive armor on display. But I’m looking for the work of one particular smith.
    I wore his work every day until it was destroyed by the Minotaur. Its name was rather…strange—“Pyonkichi”—But it was light, strong, and fit my body like a glove.
    I walk all around the store before swinging by the corner where boxes of parts of armor not on display are kept and have a look. This is where I found the smith’s work before.
    And they have…nothing.
    “…”
    I can feel a knot of disappointment growing in the pit of my stomach. There’s no reason I have to buy something
he
made, but still.
    Welf Crozzo…
    …Well, I might as well ask.
    Feeling defeated, I drag my feet toward the customer service counter.
    There should be a ton of armor that’s as good as or better than my old stuff in this shop, but I can’t bring myself to take a look.
    When did I become this guy’s fan?
    “Why such…horrible…!”
    “?”
    Just as I’m getting close to the front of the store, an angry voice shoots out from beside the counter.
    There are actually two counters at the front of the shop, and a customer seems to be having a very heated argument with a
Hephaistos Familia
clerk.
    “Why always…the middle of nowhere…! You have something against me…!”
    The closer I get, the more words I can make out.
    There’s a young man, a human, exchanging words with an extremely exhausted store employee. He’s wearing what looks like a long black coat…but it’s in really rough shape, almost like rags.
    He’s got a head full of flaming red hair, and he looks a little bitolder than I am. Maybe a little taller, too, and muscular but not beefy.
    I can see his face as I step up to the counter. But the front of his hair looks rather strange. It’s like his short-cut hair had grown out, but he took scissors to his bangs because they were getting in his eyes.
    There’s a box of light armor parts on the counter in front of him.