Whew. I was already starting to think my eyesight wasn't any better than my champion's.

Nikta nodded in thanks for the answer.

She listened to the Abbess's words with a certain skepticism. If she only knew how many of these sweet, innocent girls brought hunters large sums of money so that they would silence the people who could completely debunk the myth of their innocence...

From the way the woman spoke, Nikta realized that she most likely sincerely believed in her words. The dungeon dweller also heard a barely discernible conversation between Nikita and some other man, which seemed to be coming from the first floor.

- THIS DRUNK BASTARD SCRATCHED THE FLOOR IN THE LIVING ROOM WITH HIS CLUMSINESS! DAMN IT! EVEN A GOLEM WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT SUCH A MARK! SON OF A BITCH! MY MASTER WILL KILL ME!
- Calm down, it's barely noticeable.
- HOW IS IT BARELY NOTICEABLE, IT'S A HUGE SCRATCH RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIVING ROOM!
- We'll cover it with a rug.
- WITH WHAT RUG! AND HE LEFT DIRT EVERYWHERE, DISGUSTING PIG!
- I'll clean it up, calm down.