"Cursed?"
Kaiser echoed, interest flickering in his eyes. He stepped closer to the armor, gently brushing dust off its breastplate.
The shopkeeper swallowed nervously. "According to the person who sold this to us, it's a cursed relic because it whispers madness into its wearer's mind."
Hearing this, Kaiser's curiosity increased. He studied the exquisite design of the armor, perfect for blending into the surroundings, and seemingly adaptable to any condition.
"And what eventually happens to its wearers?"
He tilted his head, asking casually.
"They run mad. Total insanity. I heard that only the Sacred Church in the Verdant Remains can cleanse their minds and heal them."
Kaiser paused slightly. The shopkeeper mistook this for hesitation and quickly directed him towards other armors. Before he could speak, Kaiser said decisively.
"I'll take it."
"Of course, there are other… huh?"
