A cold wind blew through the seemingly endless tunnel.

"Ugh... the smell."

It came with a terrible stench.

The stench of the sewers was overwhelming. Perhaps because it was a passage for waste, the rotting odor was constantly assaulting my senses, and the floor was littered with so much filth that footprints were left behind.

I waved my hand in front of my nose to block the stench and looked silently at Shartia, who was walking ahead. I was curious how this place felt to a princess, someone who had likely only seen the finer side of life.

"Ugh..."

As expected, Shartia, holding back her gagging, was covering her mouth with a clenched fist and walking with great effort.