“Why did the pillow have to come with me too?”
Aram regarded the pillow clutched tightly in her arms with a dubious expression. For now, its soft feel was pleasant, so she decided to carry it with her. She did not need her hands to attack or defend herself, after all.
‘Having my hands occupied should be fine.’
More importantly, if her opponent was on the level of an Evil God, being unable to use her hands would amount to a trivial penalty.
‘But… this is a little different from what I expected.’
Her wish had been, ‘Please allow my family to escape the Dream Amusement Park.’ It was a demand diametrically opposed to the Dungeon’s very purpose. Aram had therefore envisioned several possibilities.
First, it would show her a dream in accordance with the wish. Second, the Dungeon’s master would become enraged and attack her. Third, nothing would happen, and she would simply sleep. She had considered exceptions as well, but those were the three most likely possibilities.
‘But this is an amusement park, isn’t it?’
It was a lavishly decorated amusement park. She had never visited one, but similar places existed on Earth. There would be few rides her eternally childlike body could go on, yet she…