Author: Sub29

How does she expect to get answers from dead monsters?
She doesn’t know what happened, but Ann is clearly in a state of chaos.
This is not like the normally calm Ann.
Something must have seriously upset her.

But, Fáfnir.
You saw what happened just now, didn’t you?

Your creatures are no match for “the current me.”

She bites her lips tightly.
Her hands clutch at her white dress.
Her long bangs hide her expression, but he can guess her face must be a miserable sight.
Fáfnir feels a sting in his heart, yet he bows his head to the girl.

Its surface throbs like a heart.
This orb feels…alive.
I can sense the dense waves of magical power.
This golden orb must hold tremendous magical energy.

Chapter 93-99

Immediately following, a rush of magma, like a landslide, assaults Elibel.
An overwhelming amount of heat and mass.
Should she be swallowed up, Elibel would surely vaporize.

As she voices her thoughts, she herself is a former human who willingly collaborates with monsters to construct dungeons.
From Elibel’s perspective, Robun’s worry about such a minor issue seems abnormal.

Cold sweat trickles down her spine as Tres questions Othel.
Could there be something more precious than family in this world?
Intrigued, Tres develops a slight interest in his answer.

With a bouncing tone, Ann answered.
Apparently, it’s not an illusion.
But if that’s the case, questions arise.

Having put some distance between us, I look at my arm again.
Not a scratch.
It’s more than that. There’s not even a nick.