The way to buy a dungeon was simple.

At some point in the past, an organization called Dungeon Bureau was established following the emergence of dungeons in this world. If one were to send a letter expressing their desire to buy a dungeon, the Dungeon Bureau would readily send them a catalogue and a list of names.

Since they make a living from the dungeon business.

The list of names was a register of the people who had reserved a dungeon, and it was created so that those who might find it harder to purchase a dungeon due to their set of circumstances or those seeking a specific dungeon could conveniently transfer their reservations. As a general rule, the two parties would correspond via letter before proceeding with the transfer.

Its very noble-like.

Kynemeia grinned as she thumbed through the catalogue. Shed already chosen a few lotto dungeons that she knew to be a smash hit, so those should be enough, but a humans greed knew no bounds.

Ah, this is!

Her eyes began sparkling when they fell on a certain dungeon that didnt spawn magic stones.

But it has mithril!

Following the advent of the very first dungeon and conquest of various others, the newly spawned ones began introducing some valuable rewards.

Take, for example, mithril! Although few in quantity at this stage, it could probably produce a sword or two, at least. Even in the original novel, the first-ever sword forged by the protagonist too was created from this mithril.

Kynemeia began scanning the reservation name list. As she went over the list with a fine-toothed comb, she espied a very familiar name.

[ Duron Harv ]

Duron?

Ah, please

Kynemeia stood up, rubbed her eyes, and went to wash her face once before returning to her seat.

[ Duron Harv ]

Why! Why must it be this man?! She cupped her cheeks with both hands as her mind revisited the details about Count Duron Harv.

[ Duron Harv ]

Resentment level: 9/10

Danger level: 10/10

Reason for resentment: Because Kynemeias grandfather, who was acting as regent at the time, purged Duron Harvs uncle!

I mean, is there only a couple of nobles in this empire?! Why must it be Duron Harv of all people!

But there was no other noble who would pull out all the stops for unconquered dungeons except Count Duron Harv.

Lets not ask for trouble. With that line of reasoning, she stroked the catalogue with remorseful eyes.

Too bad, mithril

My mithril

In Kynemeias mind, she was already holding ownership over the mithril, and Count Duron Harv was none other than the mean mugger whod snatched it away from her.

No

It was only her assumption that this was probably an expression of his resentment, so she couldnt be completely sure that Count Duron Harv was the cause behind the surge in the price of magic stones. Admittedly, Kynemeia couldnt ascertain that persons perceptions about her unless she pitched her questions to him point-blank.

Right.

After arriving at that decision, Kynemeia promptly pulled out her stationery and began penning a couple of modest letters; the first was addressed to the Dungeon Bureau, imparting her desire to purchase some dungeons, and the other was for Count Duron Harv.

[ To the ever sensible and rational Count Duron Harv.

Id like to first extend my regrets for failing to enquire after you until now. Im certain your fief must be abloom with persimmon flowers at present.

-Omitted-

The reason Im writing you this impromptu letter is that, as I was perusing the reservation list to acquire a dungeon, I happened upon your name.

I wonder if you merely secured a reservation on that particular dungeon instead of making an immediate acquisition as youre not terribly keen on buying it.

Should that be the case, Id like to swallow my pride and request if you could perhaps vouchsafe me the dungeon.

You will not be disappointed by the compensation Im willing to offer, I assure you.]