"Nice to meet you. Please call me ...'Estu.'"
"That sounds like a fake name."
"Yes. Only my master knows my real name. My master is quite possessive, so he doesn't let me reveal my name in front of others."
"...Your master is quite harsh."
Not letting her expose even her skin, matching her in office wear down to black stockings—he's quite the pervert.
"...You became a dungeon master thanks to my master, you know? No matter how much of a historic piece of trash pervert my master is, if you're receiving support from the [System] my master created, keep quiet."
"Who's your master?"
"Lord Solomon."
If it's the Demon King, I'll acknowledge it. I made the sign of the cross briefly in a repentant mood. Estu looked around with a wistful expression.
"Hmm.... This place is also very nostalgic."
"Was there something here?"
"Yes. Do you know [Baal], the number one of the 72 dungeons?"
"Of course I do."
