"Does anyone have an idea where we are?" asked Merlin, picking up his glasses that had fallen off.
It wasn't just him confused about what dungeon we were in. Forget Arthurr who had only just recently arrived in this city and knew very little. Forget Sarakit, who would much rather spend her time brewing potions than being here.
I, someone who had read the novel, wasn't aware of this dungeon.
I had information that no one else had, plus I had done my own research about dungeons within a thousand-kilometer radius of where I lived.
This dungeon was not one that I recognized.
Everyone shook their head.
Quentin entered a few seconds later. There was a cigarette between his lips.
"Next time, could we get a warning before you throw us into a dungeon?" asked Sarakit, a little shaken up.
"Will the demons warn you when they attack?" he asked.
"..."
"Exactly. Now, gather up. We're here to train and get stronger, but there are a few things that we have to go over first," he said.
