"This place is ridiculously wide," I muttered under my breath, the sound bouncing lazily off the stone walls as I strolled deeper inside.
Oddly enough, there wasn't a shred of tension in me.
Why should there be?
The Rose Knights here weren't killers. They wouldn't attack unless provoked, and even if they did, the worst they could manage was restraining or subduing someone. A hassle, sure—but not fatal.
—You really are strange. How can you walk through a dungeon as if it were your garden? And more importantly, how do you know their habits so well?
The voice slithered into my mind from the [Soul-Bound Staff] at my side. Lan pulsed faintly, resonating with the one who spoke.
Zaho Yuren.
I couldn't help but smirk. "I'm someone who passed your trial, remember? Did you really think I wouldn't know their habits after that?"
