The Queen Orc killed my friends.
Then the Queen Orc kept me in the dungeon's resting room.
My emotions were overwhelming; I was sad, I was angry, and I was scared.
I often thought of just dying, but there was one thing that made me feel like I could survive in that dungeon.
That was… my curiosity about the child raised by the Queen Orc.
I knew that mere curiosity wouldn't be enough to make me stop despairing. Most likely, I was able to survive because of that child's innocence.
The child was raised by Orcs, who didn't know anything, and he always tried his best to get close to me and make me his friend.
Eating together, telling stories together, chatting, and then his smile. Maybe he was the one who kept me from giving up hope. But I didn't try to reciprocate in the slightest; instead, I intended to use his body to escape from there.
Even though I was almost raped by a goblin in the end…
I was grateful now…
