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Fame, fortune, magic, wisdom... Endless treasure and bounty lay within the otherworldly depths of the land—depths yet to be conquered that beckon people with the intangible power of curiosity. Be it in the name of hopes and dreams or greed and self-interest, adventurers from all walks of life risk everything to challenge the dungeons.

One of many daring groups was the Arrivers, who held the remarkable claim of being the closest to actually clearing a dungeon. They also happened to be the party that took me in. Our party, however, was currently in the midst of a grave—no, a completely ridiculous problem.

“Excuse you, Erin. Aren’t you getting a little too close to Note?”

“Am I? This was totally normal for us when we were living on floor 20.”

Both sides glared at each other. Neither was backing down.

The woman who’d spoken first was Roslia Minkgott, the Arrivers’ paladin. Her indigo hair was long and lustrous, and her eyes were a glistening red. She was extremely well endowed, and her captivating figure was topped off by her lovely face. In short, she was a beauty whose looks were virtually hand sculpted to bewitch the men of the world.

Those looks, however, were deceiving. Roslia was infamous around Puriff for seducing numerous men and breaking up their parties in the process. Nowadays she aggressively insisted that she was in love with me. But knowing her past, I didn’t really believe a word she said. It made our relationship somewhat precarious. I was as surprised as anyone when we recently hit the six-mon