Lumia and Flora looked at me with disappointed eyes after I rejected sleeping with them longer and instead decided to enter the dungeon earlier to finish the task given to me.
To be honest, the floors I was on were more difficult than before, and I felt the challenge might be too much—however, there was another feeling that somehow it would be a breeze.
"The twenty-ninth floor..."
I felt that of all the different landscapes the dungeon had shown me. This was the most compact and eerie—there was almost no sound, only the sound of wind blowing through the trees. The forest was densely packed and gave off a feeling of being trapped; like the time when I was in the forest with Lumia, the air was cold and dry, causing me to feel itchy.
