No matter how you looked at it, a cloak bristling with fur stood out in a sweltering desert.

But the solution to this was simple. Among the various enchantments built into it, the Cloak of Darkness also had a simple transfiguration enchantment. It was only at the level of removing the fur and reducing its thickness, but that alone was enough. In this Nahama desert, where sandstorms blew constantly and the temperature dropped to below freezing at night, there were many travelers who wore such clothes.

‘Although it would reduce its dignity.’

But this wasn’t Eugene’s opinion. Melkith El-Haya, the original owner of this cloak, had informed him about the transfiguration enchantment while adding these words at the end.

Naturally, Eugene didn’t care in the slightest about reducing the cloak’s dignity.

“Aroth and Kiehl really are first-world countries,” Eugene muttered to himself as he brushed the sand out of his hair.

The reason Aroth was called the Magic Kingdom wasn’t just because of the Five Towers of Magic and all the wizards congregating in that country....