Hearing this, Illiya was speechless. No wonder Bearnard ended up as your subordinate—you guys really are cut from the same cloth.
"Seriously, who here doesn't know the king has issues?" Illiya shot back. "So, do you still remember why we came to the dungeon in the first place?"
Darius chuckled awkwardly. He drew a line across his mouth with his hand to signal he'd shut up now.
Not even two seconds later, Darius couldn't help blurting out his tour guide-style departure line: "Everyone take out your own magic illumination crystals. We're about to head into the dungeon where the criminals are held. Let's see if the real Seoryun is being imprisoned here."
Everyone else: "??????"
"...Honestly, even if the real Seoryun were here, he'd probably pretend he wasn't," Illiya said sincerely.
After satisfying his urge to talk, Darius focused on leading the way and didn't say anything strange again.
The dungeon was a place used to hold criminals.
