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After hearing my grandfather's deep frustration about everything that had happened, I watched him blame himself once more for those who were lost in the battle against the Demon King. He kept insisting that he should have been the one to confront the Demon King instead of the heroes. My father let out a long sigh and shook his head slowly.
"You shouldn't blame yourself about this, father-in-law," my father said as he looked toward the heavy gates leading into the dungeon. "And this dungeon's existence is also my fault. It should have never existed in the first place."
"Dear, you would have never known that this would have appeared," my mother replied gently. "Please stop blaming yourself over this. It's not your fault. It really isn't!" she insisted with clear worry in her voice.
