The Artist Who Paints Dungeon

Chapter 223



Even after all that, Gio had to spend quite some time convincing the wolf that he was, in fact, human.

“Do I still look like a ghost to you? I don’t reek of death, my heart’s beating, and even though you can’t see it now, if you stabbed me, I’d bleed. Do I really not look human to you?”

“...Sort of.”

“So resolute, huh.”

In the end, the wolf never fully believed him.

“...Well, if it’s that hard to believe.”

Gio was a diligent adult who respected the full spectrum of life’s diversity. Judging by the reaction, it had been quite a long time since humans had gone extinct, so he could understand the skepticism to some extent.

In return, he wanted an explanation.

“I’m curious—what happened here, leading up to the downfall of this place? If you agree to be my conversation partner, I’ll make sure you’re compensated. Just asking, do you like food?”

“You mean... your idea of a reward is food?”

“I know this forest well—it used to be called the Avilas Rainforest. Some parts seem to have changed while I was away, but if you’ve got food, that’s always helpful, isn’t it? What do you think?”

“Well... I guess that depends on what you’re offering.”

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