Different.
The word appeared shortly after I saw the natural scenery on the second floor of Flying Castel, Uncertainty.
Different from the first floor which is composed of grasslands and forests, this second floor is a savanna.
Spots of dry soil, sparse trees, big bushes, and a vast sea of yellowish-green grass.
This place smelled of death and was quite hot.
"It's amazing," Ruciel commented. Her eyes looked into the distance. "I'm really curious, what kind of ancient technology your friend used to make this Flying Castle?"
My fox's ears twitched and then I look at the girl. "They don't use any ancient technology and… this Flying Castel looks extraordinary because it's a Dungeon."
"What!?" Ruciel shouted and she looked at me with her wide-open eyes. "This is a dungeon?"
"Yes, that's true." I nodded.
