The next morning.
As soon as I opened my eyes, Berno's voice hit me like a hammer.
"What on earth happened to make you this injured? Were you attacked by monsters?"
His sharp tone made my head throb even more than my bruises did. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the morning light, and sighed. There was no escaping this interrogation.
"…I'll explain," I muttered, rubbing my temples.
And so, with a heavy heart, I told him everything about the dungeon. From the strange basement to the golem and the explosion.
When I finished, Berno's expression darkened.
"So you're telling me you voluntarily went into a dungeon and got yourself injured like this?"
"…Yes."
"Why would you go to such a dangerous place?!"
He raised his voice, and I instinctively flinched.
Ah, I didn't mean to go in, you know? I just happened to… fall through the floor. But saying that would only make things worse.
I could practically feel his anger radiating in the air like fire.
