Monke Returns to Dungeon with Gift Bags on Hand

After the excruciating teleportation, which I'm sure everyone who was present within the colosseum (except for the two head honchos) experienced, I landed back on my two legs inside the familiar room of the Dungeon Core Room.

"… It's good to be back." I exhaled a bit of air from my lungs as I let all of my guard down, my body finally feeling at ease (I was sure I still had some of my guard up during my night with Catalina) the moment the familiar scenery greeted my eyes.

"Papa…" And lo and behold, my surrogate daughter approaches with her tiny footsteps known to otaku-kind as the 'pata-pata' onomatopoeia. In short, she was cutely approaching me with her usual expressionless face. "Welcome back…"

"I'm home." I managed to muster a smile and rubbed the top of her head, her silky, smooth hair rubbing against my palm. She mewled for a bit as she leaned into my touch, but suddenly froze for some unknown reason.