Chapter 37. The Reason Wings Rot in the Cave (5)
If I could meet my master in twenty years and gained the ability to protect her again, then nothing else really mattered.
"If I die in this dungeon, do I become like them?" Rena asked, pointing to the other clattering skeletons.
"Some people do. I'm not sure exactly."
At that moment, the alarm sounded again, indicating an adventurer had invaded. It was a genuine adventurer, entering without Rena's lure, something that hadn't happened in a long time. We were unfortunately in the hall. I heard the sound of several skeletons breaking.
I walked toward the entrance and encountered the adventurer. He was alone, and he was very large. He seemed strong enough to enter a dungeon like this.
"Ha, a skeleton wearing such ridiculous armor..."
However, he wasn't strong enough to be worth speaking to. Before he could swing his axe, I spun around and severed his neck with my bastard sword. I had killed his kind countless times before. I was tired of it and had had enough.
Thud!
The severed head rolled on the floor.
Ding!
[Dungeon Affinity has increased by 0.35%!]