“My Lord, please!” one of the men in a uniform was saying. “I just think that this is bizarre. A dungeon is a dangerous place, and you are forcing two of your guards to carry around an aquarium. What would happen if you needed protection?” “Nonsense!” a haughty voice drawled. “The movements of the jellyfish amuse and relax me. Also, this is a D-ranked dungeon. With a hunting party of this size, what could happen? I could traipse through here alone and be fine, so don’t question my orders again!” This is about where I started losing my temper, but he did have a point. Every time a Basher or
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