It was probably about twelve years I lived inside the dungeon. It was a boring and slow life filled with daily activities such as chopping wood, undergoing rigorous training, planting crops, and occasionally cooking. However, out of all these activities, cooking was the only one that provided even the slightest diversion from the drudgery of life in the dungeon. It was the only time I could momentarily forget my confinement amidst the bland and uninspiring surroundings. At least until she returned
She... is my mother.
My mother never allotted much time to me. However, I felt sheer delight in those brief moments with my mother. Outside of them, everything was a bore. I yearned to depart, but my mother's commands not to go outside echoed in my head.
I can't go out.
I must endure this boredom
I must be able to live in this house.
