Catgirls And Dungeons Chapter 47: Favorite monster?

The more we talk about dungeons, the more my curiosity ignites.

The thrill of the unknown, the danger lurking in the shadows, the promise of adventure—it all sounds so exciting!

I can only imagine what it must be like to step into a dungeon myself, to see its wonders with my own eyes. One day… I'll experience it all.

But for now—questions!

"Eris, what's your favorite dungeon monster?" I ask, bouncing on my toes as my excitent bubbles over.

It's a habit of mine. When I'm really interested in sothing, I just can't stop asking questions! So people find it annoying, but Eris said she doesn't mind, so I fire away without holding back.

"Oh, that's a tough one!" Eris muses, tapping her chin thoughtfully. A mont of silence follows as she deliberates, then—her eyes suddenly sparkle with delight.

"Oh! The giant horned rabbits!"

"Giant… horned… rabbits?" I repeat, ears twitching.

Eris nods enthusiastically. "They're not only cute and fluffy but also incredibly delicious! And they're massive, so there's plenty of at!"

"Ooooh! Rabbit at? Is it even tastier than Filoan birds?"

"Oh, waaaay tastier," she says, her grin widening as she gestures like she's holding the world's biggest rabbit drumstick. "They have a rich, gay flavor that's perfect for grilling or stewing. But be warned—they're tough to chew if not cooked properly. Oh, and they're quite pricey too!"

Gulp.

I swallow hard, my mouth watering at the thought. If Eris says they're that good, then a giant rabbit feast is definitely going on my bucket list!

But then—her tone shifts.

"Don't let their cuteness fool you."

Her expression grows serious. "They're E-rank monsters, and a careless adventurer can easily get taken down by one!"

I nod quickly, making a ntal note to never underestimate deceptively adorable creatures.

"Okay, what about the monster you hate the most?" I ask, pressing on.

Eris doesn't even hesitate. "Spiders."

A chill runs down my spine. "Ahh… spiders…" I echo, my shoulders tensing instinctively. My tail floofs out like it has a mind of its own.

Yeah. No. Hard pass.

Back on Earth, I could never deal with spiders—and that hasn't changed one bit.

Those eight-legged nightmares… Why do they exist?! Sure, they look cool in ani, and spider girls are kind of cute… but real ones?

HELL. NAH.

Even the smallest one could send sprinting away at full speed.

I gulp. "A-anyway… just how big do they get?"

Eris stretches her arms wide. "Oh, verrrry big. I once fought one the size of a house."

"WHAT? THE SIZE OF A HOUSE?!" I squeak, gripping my sleeves as an actual shiver wracks my body.

A spider that big?!

I wouldn't even fight—I'd just faint on the spot!

But Eris isn't done yet.

"And then, there are the slis."

I blink. "Slis? But aren't they… weak?"

"Mostly, yeah," Eris admits with a shrug. "But they're also incredibly annoying. If you pop them too hard, their insides splatter everywhere—and depending on the type of sli, their goo can sotis… lt your clothes right off."

"WHAT?!"

I stare at her, half horrified, half morbidly fascinated.

"Seriously?!"

Eris bursts into laughter, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, yeah. And so slis can even dissolve tal, too!"

I gasp, throwing my hands up. "That's ridiculous!" Then a thought sneaks into my brain, making pause. "Wait… have you ever had your clothes lted off before?"

Eris taps her chin, pretending to ponder. "Hmmm, nope!" Then, she grins. "But I have seen it happen to soone else!"

I gasp dramatically, clutching my chest as my cheeks burn. "Oh my… those naughty slis…"

ntal note: Never. Go. Near. Them.

Eris laughs, clearly enjoying my reaction. But then, her expression shifts, eyes twinkling with excitent.

"But you know what? So slis are actually pretty tasty—if you know how to cook them!"

My ears perk up instantly. "Ooooh! How do you cook a sli?"

"Well, you can turn them into jelly, or even make sli cakes and candies!" Eris says, flashing a playful smile.

I blink. "That… sounds weirdly amazing!"

"I know, right?" she grins. "Actually, I know a great place that sells sli sweets. Let's visit it soti!"

"Nn!"

And just like that, we continue chatting animatedly, our conversation drifting from monsters to food, from danger to delight.

The road stretches ahead, flanked by swaying trees and rustling grass, the soft crunch of our footsteps the only sound in the quiet night.

There's no one else around—just the occasional coo of a night bird, the distant whisper of flowing water, and the gentle mist that has begun to gather, swirling in the cool air like a spectral veil.

Tonight feels colder than last night.

I shiver slightly, tugging my cloak tighter around , already wondering—

Will we need to ask Gordon for a thicker blanket to stay warm?

…

Step. Step.

I keep talking, asking more questions.

And Eris? She keeps answering.

Right now, our conversation has drifted to random dungeon plants and flowers. Turns out, there are so many strange and fascinating ones—so beautiful, so deadly.

"Hmmm… you know, there's this flower called the Nightmare Orchid," Eris says, her tone dropping slightly, making perk up with curiosity.

"Nightmare Orchid?"

"Yeah," she continues. "It's a black flower, absolutely srizing. But be careful—just one whiff of its scent, and you'll be trapped in a loop of nightmares, forced to relive your worst fears over and over again."

A shiver runs down my spine.

A looping nightmare?

So it's like a bad acid trip?

Hallucinogenic flowers exist in this world too? You can get high just from the sll alone?

Interesting.

But the Nightmare Orchid sounds like a bad deal. There's no way in hell I'd ever want to experience sothing like that.

…

Suddenly, A scent drifts through the air.

Sweet. Haunting. Strange.

It's delicate, yet compelling, curling around like an invisible ribbon of ethereal silk.

I freeze mid-step, inhaling deeply.

"Hmmm… What is that sll?"

My ears twitch, my tail bristling slightly as my eyes dart around, searching for its source.

The fragrance is faint, almost ghostly, yet it seeps into , threading through my senses like an unspoken whisper.

A blend of rose and lavender.

Sweet, soft, almost… soothing.

But—

Sothing about it feels wrong.

The sweetness isn't comforting—it's unnerving.

A creeping unease tightens in my chest. My catgirl instincts prick with alarm, a sensation I can't explain but can't ignore.

I don't know much about the flowers of this world.

But maybe… maybe Eris does?

"Eris? Are you slling this too?" I ask, expecting her usual playful laugh, or maybe a teasing remark.

But—

…

…

Silence.

I pause.

Huh?

I wait, expecting her to respond. A chuckle, a comnt—sothing.

But the only thing that greets is a suffocating quiet.

A hush so absolute, it feels unnatural.

Then—

A cold, gnawing dread coils in my stomach, spreading like ice in my veins.

Sothing's wrong.

"Eris?" My voice wavers.

I turn around—and my blood runs cold.

What?

She's gone.

Eris… is gone.

A wave of cold dread crashes into , pressing down with every passing second.

"No… this can't be happening…!"

I shake my head violently, slap my own cheeks, trying to jolt myself out of this sudden nightmare.

"Eris?" I call out again, louder this ti, my voice edging into panic.

Nothing.

Only the emptiness of the night.

And then—

"ERIS!!!"

I scream her na, desperation tightening around my throat.

"Please! Are you there?! Where are you?! ERISSSS!!!"

The na tears from my lips, ringing into the stillness.

Again. And again.

But the silence devours my voice, leaving behind only the sound of my ragged breathing.

Nothing.

No answer.

The world around presses in, the air colder than before, the darkness thicker.

Panic claws at my mind, sinking deeper with every breath.

My thoughts spiral, the edges of my vision blurring, my heart pounding wildly against my ribs.

What… what is this?

A mont ago—just a mont ago—Eris was right beside , laughing, talking, her presence so real, so tangible.

And now—

Now she's gone.

As if she were never here at all.