The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

There stood a young woman with soft brown eyes who would look more fitting in a red dress. Her abundant hair was tucked beneath her hood.

"Dead one! Cough, cough."

It was the same cough I had heard an hour ago. Her gray robe was soaked by the rain, revealing her curvy figure.

Have I been revived again?

I questioned if I was trapped in time. Maybe I was dreaming. I probably slipped on some muddy hill and was stuck somewhere deep.

Am I not even permitted to have a peaceful rest?

Rather than feeling anxious, I felt a sense of relief.

Clatter.

I got up and quietly looked at the woman standing there nervously. She seemed even more amicable than she had an hour ago.

I said, "There is no need to bring the ladder."

"Ah!"