This was how the matter unfolded.
“Apparently, a street stall appeared in a Dungeon. It must be connected to Lord Black Cloak.”
“Can’t we visit it?”
“It seems there are places we can enter and places we cannot….”
“What? Some permit us and others do not? Aren’t they both Dungeons? Aren’t they both works by Lord Cloak?”
First, the members of the Black Cloak Church expressed their doubts.
“Why can we not enter?”
Most believers in the Black Cloak Church had gathered to receive Black Cloak’s overflowing grace. Put another way, they had been captivated by the benefit of being among the first to “experience” Black Cloak’s works. It was not a privilege granted to just anyone.
Recently, however, a place they could not experience had appeared: a modest, romantic restaurant known as the “street stall,” a painting and mysterious safe zone within great nature itself.
The Class 1 citizen members, who could resolve everything through money, power, and prestige, were the most perplexed. This was yet another obstacle.
“It seems working hard at volunteer activities does not make him take you there.”
“Perhaps some other qualification is required?”
“No, naturally civilians cannot enter Dungeons, so that is not the problem….”
“The problem…