A Past Friend

We were taking a break on the way. We chose a place that felt safe enough.

We sat down to rest like people who are camping. However, unlike people who are camping and have to light a campfire, here we don't have to light a campfire. There was already enough light in here. The temperature here wasn't too cold either. Of course, not all dungeons had these characteristics, but the average was like this.

The problem in exploring the dungeon, apart from the food factor, was also the time factor.

We couldn't tell how long we had been in here. We could only use our bodies as a guide to time. When our stomachs started to let out desperate groans indicating that we were hungry, we took a break and ate. I guessed it was already the time when we should have lunch.

Although I was here still wearing a handcuff as a sign that I was a slave, I also ate Claude's party food supplies.

'I know, I know. You guys don't have to look at me strangely like that.'