“Salicia…” I found myself asking.
“Yes?”
“How did you convince a group of criminals to attack Penbrook together?”
“Ah, so, Master… you want to learn my secrets?” Salicia asked coyly.
“Does how you convinced them to throw their lives away so you could play with your sister involve how you beca a Bandit King?”
She looked away. “You just ask like that…”
“Quit being difficult. I can always order you as my slave.” I responded.
“Now, you want to have master-slave play!”
“I am your Master!”
“So dominant!”
“Master, if I may…” Carmine spoke up just as I started to grow tempted to use so kind of slave punishnt on her.
“What is it?” I demanded.
“I have tried futilely to learn about Sister’s past as well. Before Penbrook, the last ti I had seen her was when she attacked our Paladin troop while I was still a trainee. We were doing so training exercises and clearing out a few monster dens when a group of Bandits attacked. Sister was their leader. She captured and killed the rest. I was her prisoner for nearly a month. It was during that ti that we ford our… current feelings toward each other. Eventually, more Paladins were sent out and wiped her group out. She killed herself and resurrected to avoid capture, while I was brought ho.”
“At the ti, her job class was only Marauder. It was three years later that I heard her na as a local Bandit King, and she subsequently attacked Penbrook only two years later.”
“Ah… sister… describing our first eting so coldly.” Salicia held her cheeks. “It was such a magical ti.”
I ignored her, glancing at Carmine instead. “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying that Salicia isn’t able to talk about her past. It might be because she doesn’t rember, or because she’s trying not to rember. Or, it might be because sothing is keeping her from recalling.”
The group of us ended up looking at Salicia. Rather than deny it, she just let out a laugh, scratching her head awkwardly. The fact that a woman like her had beco a Bandit King had been bothering since so ti ago. She may be strong, but she didn’t really have the kind of charisma one would expect to be able to lead armies. It seed like the more questions I asked, the more mysterious this all was.
It felt like a dungeon, with a bunch of clues that didn’t seem to connect at all. Xin, Salicia, Bandit Kings, an alliance, Penbrook, and now Regency. Perhaps, if I kept digging, there was a lore to be found here. However, it’d be a lore without a dungeon. Was that even possible? Well, lore was just a story, and stories appeared everywhere. They didn’t always fester into curses. At that mont, a thought occurred to .
“Is it possible this entire world is a curse?”
Ruby let out a laugh that was probably louder than it should be considering we were in bandit territory. “Sorry, you just sound like those dungeon philosophers. I read a book once that suggested that this entire world is just a dungeon created by a greater world. They call it the infinite dungeon theory.”
While she laughed it off, I suddenly wasn’t so sure. I had co to this world in a strange way. That video ga was a lore. What if I had just fallen into a dungeon? What if this was just a place accessed by a dungeon on Earth?
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