Anatuya insisted on helping me change before we headed down to the dungeon.
She picked out a simple casual dress from the wardrobe—one of the lighter ones, soft fabric that fell just past my knees, nothing fancy.
I let her adjust the sleeves and smooth the collar while I stood there, already thinking about what waited below.
"You look proper now, Master," she said with a grin. "Can't meet a prisoner looking like you just crawled out of a training pit."
"You're not thinking that my appearance matters much in this situation, aren't you?"
"Who knows, maybe a single glance of your beautiful and adorable face is enough to make the prisoner spill out everything~"
"Heh, I hope so."
The dungeon lay on the fourth basement level.
We descended stair after stair, passing reinforced doors and narrow corridors that branched off into storage rooms and empty cells.
Lothair had built this place with far more layers than any normal mansion needed.
