Thanks to Arthur’s willingness to agree, we now had enough people to enter the dungeon, so we headed there immediately.

Carl?

He’s fine. As soon as I give the word, he’ll come running, wagging his tail.

Just before we reached the dungeon entrance, I suddenly remembered what happened last time and quickly stopped to ask Arthur.

"Arthur, by any chance, do you have any trauma related to dungeons?"

“Pathetic Prince, you’re not going to wet yourself at the dungeon entrance, are you?”

"Is this because of what happened with Joy? If so, don’t worry. Being in life-threatening situations is an …