"Underground... again underground..."
As Ronald safely landed a few meters down in the pitch-black tunnel, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Ever since he arrived in this world and got involved with the mystical side,
he had lost count of the number of times he had delved underground while chasing after incidents.
It was quite normal for him to deal with Casters on a regular basis, Ronald had grown accustomed to it, and couldn't be bothered to complain further about that.
But today, even the life forms influenced by the original scriptures seemed to prefer hiding below ground.
Truly, if he didn't grumble about it, he felt as though his chest would be suffocatingly constricted.
While grumbling out loud, Ronald also set Helle down. The little girl was very well-behaved at this time, not even asking the curious questions she had.
Meanwhile, Costate, who had descended before him, spoke up:
"Sir, there are no signs of recent activity in the vicinity."
