The Artist Who Paints Dungeon

“……”

“……”

Uh, what to do.

'I went ahead and did it for now…'

Cha Ara's legs were trembling like those of a newborn deer.

'Damn it.'

In front of the powerful being, Cha Ara's knees were already prepared to kneel, not knowing her limits and becoming servile. But in most life-or-death situations, human knees rarely held enough value to guarantee their owner's survival.

'Especially when the opponent is not human, it's even more so.'

At least, it was clear that the opponent was not human. No, it was impossible not to know.