Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, Vol. 2 Read Online Free PDF

red ink by different people, but all of them are quite cheap.
    The full set of armor that I saw toward the front of the store is 15,000 vals, and my current light armor from the Guild is 5,000…Yep, I’ve probably got the right idea. These are in my price range.
    Then again, Eina would say that this is something that’s going to save my life, so I shouldn’t be stingy.
    “…?”
    I suddenly stop in front of a box in the middle of the row.
    This armor—its spirit is calling to me from within the line of boxes.
    Silver. Rather than having a reddish tint or darker black hues, this one shines like pure white metal.
    No flashy colors or fancy decorations, it looks like it just finished cooling from the forge. It’s tugging at my heartstrings.
    I bend down to get a closer look; it’s light armor.
    There are knee guards and a small breastplate designed to fit snugly against the chest. Under those pieces I find wrist and elbowguards, along with a plate that covers the lower back. It’s built to protect the bare minimum of the body to allow for maximum mobility. Kind of a patchwork armor.
    Lifting up the breastplate, I discover it’s very light—much lighter than my provision armor from the Guild. Just hitting it a few times doesn’t tell me much, but I think it’s sturdier than my Guild armor, too. At least it feels like it.
    It’s just my size…This is almost scary.
    I think I’m in love.
    It might be because this is the first one I’ve picked up.
    But suddenly all I can see is myself wearing this armor.
    I hold the breastplate up to the light for a closer look. Flipping it around, there it is: the maker’s signature is on the inside. “Welf Krozzo.”
    Looks like this wasn’t worthy of the “Ἥφαιστος” name.
    Welf Krozzo…
    I’ll remember that.
    My brain snatches the name from the armor like a hawk snatches a fish out of water. It’s a smith’s name I’ll be looking for from here on out.
    Eina told me about the bond between adventurers and smiths. So this is what it feels like.
    I’m already set on this light armor. I want to buy it, right now.
    Let’s just look and see how much it is…Gasp! 9,900 vals!
    That’s almost all of my money…
    “Hey-y, Bell! I found something really good! A protector and leather armor! They’re a little expensive, but it would be a good idea to get at least one of…Oh? Did you find something?”
    Eina has returned. She bends down over me, an unimpressed look on her face.
    Maybe she doesn’t like it because it’s being sold in a box, as though that’s somehow proof of its poor quality.
    “…Are you getting that?”
    “Yes. I’m buying this.”
    “Haaa…You really have a thing for light armor, don’t you? Just when I found some good things for you, too…”
    “I’m sorry.”
    Eina sees my shoulders shrink, as I didn’t have anything else I could say. She forces a smile and waves it off. “Don’t worry about it. You are the one who’s going to wear it. I do want you to think about your safety a bit more…but if you’ve decided to buy this, that’s good enough for me.”
    “…Thank you.”
    I stand back up again and pick up the box.
    After making my way to the counter and paying for it, I only have 100 vals left…
    Today has gotten very expensive.
    “Huh…?”
    Eina’s gone. I turn around with my new armor in a box strapped to my back, looking for her.
    Just when I start to wonder where she could’ve gone, I find her. She’d been standing right behind me, a sparkling smile on her face. Maybe she’d just come out of the shop?
    “Bell, here.”
    “…What?”
    She leisurely hands me a long, narrow vambrace.
    It fits just over the wrist and extends up the arm to the elbow. I can tell from the outer shell it’s designed to be used like a shield. The armor is the same color as Eina’s eyes, emerald green.
    “I-is this…?”
    “It’s a present from me, so please use it, okay?”
    “Whaa? N-no, I can’t accept this! I’m giving it