Ah, this dimension pocket is something I borrowed from Master, but I don’t have the option to avoid making this choice in this situation. 

If something entered Gluttony’s mouth, it was good as lost or sold. The devoured dimension pocket wouldn’t leave even a trace of its existence. Theo resolved to explain it away as a casualty of his battle with the Elder Lich. After all, if he couldn’t contain the dark grimoire here, another Elder Lich was unavoidable.

It had only taken a scant two months for a 5th Circle magician to transform into a 6th Circle Elder Lich. If the grimoire had been given half a year, or even a year, it might have transformed its host into a legendary Arch Lich. The entire continent would have to band together to deal with that disaster, not just a kingdom.

More than anything else, Theo wasn’t entirely sure that the grimoire wouldn’t hold a grudge against him if he let it escape.

He thought for a moment before making a firm decision. “... Gluttony.”

- What?

“What will happen to the contents of the dimension pocket after it’s eaten?”

Gluttony’s voice...