It seemed some sort of deep conversation had taken place during the night, but.
“…….”
Ta-da.
Gio’s ultimate positive mindset did not dwell on such things.
‘It seems Aria has entered adolescence.’
It was also an age when one ended up worrying about all sorts of things.
‘I should respect that.’
It was not that he was unaware Aria had many concerns about Gio’s identity and the circumstances surrounding it.
It simply was not such a serious issue to Gio, and he merely hoped Aria could grow accustomed to his situation.
But even Gio was bound to acquire a concern of his own.
“…Mm….”
“Teacher, is something wrong?”
“It seems I created a Dungeon.”
“Oh.”
Though the sun had risen, Aria had yet to return home. She let out a heartfelt exclamation of admiration, then spoke with the courtesy of a gentleman.
“So you did harbor a desire for revenge against those responsible for your pain and death, my human teacher.”
“I harbor no such thing.”
“If it isn’t meant to torment humans, why did you create a Dungeon?”
“I painted it because I wanted to.”
“Aha.”
Aria nodded.
“You would do something like that, Teacher.”
“I have no idea what kind of being you take me for.”
“There is such a thing.”
In many respects, Gio was unpredictable. Even to Aria.
With the aid of his subconscious, he might have created a Dungeon from fragments of hatred and resentment toward humans, or he might genuinely have indulged…