The forest was silent at that hour of the morning.
Mark walked ahead with his hands in his pockets, and Rose moved beside him at that easy, unhurried pace of hers, her staff tapping softly against the ground with each step.
Meanwhile, Yuki followed a few steps behind, silent as always.
"Rose," said Mark, without taking his eyes off the path.
"Hmm?"
"What do you know about the Demon Lord's dungeon?"
Rose glanced at him sideways with a mildly amused expression, as if she found the question interesting.
"Not much," she replied naturally. "Or rather, nothing beyond legends and rumors."
"Really?"
Rose let out a small, amused laugh.
"I'm only two hundred and fifty years old," she said calmly. "For a vampire, I'm actually quite young."
She paused, adjusting her hat once more.
"By the time I was born, the Demon Lord had already been dead for decades… Everything related to that dungeon was a mystery to most people when I was young, and it still is now."
Her lips curved slightly.
