Although their dungeon briefing was full of details because this wasn’t their first rodeo, things were bound to be different once we entered. The woman and her group were re-learning that fact again, and the close battle continued, hinting that many casualties and deaths would occur.

I said tersely, “I’m fine.”

When the squad’s healer glanced at me and moved to Ryuichi, the woman approached me. We were inside the dungeon of the Maruka Clan. Her face was covered with mud from the swamp along with water, soil, blood, and unidentified matter from the ground. A handful of mud fell off as she swept a hand down her face. Then, she sniffed at it even though it only smelled salty and disgusting, and frowned. At that moment, her blood-stained gums were revealed.

“Is this all poop?” she asked.

Despite her injuries, she looked ok overall. In addition, I could see that she was mentally in good shape as she talked to me during our personal rest time. Her slender neck and prominent clavicles also gave off a sharp blade-like impression. Although she had spent a few humiliating years in the New Triad, she had reached Act Two, Stage...