“The one I killed was the master of a dungeon that got swept away when it closed.”
“…….”
Tesilid also knew that dungeon well.
—…What sort of place was it?
—A rocky wasteland where lightning struck continuously, and there was a giant hole. It looked…
—Like an abyss?
—Ah, yes. Like an abyss.
Indeed, he had been the master of that dungeon.
The title of “master” isn’t always something positive. The place he’d been in was one that drags its master’s standing all the way down into the depths.
It was a prison. And there’s another name for the prison’s master.
A criminal.
He was a convict sentenced to thirty-one life terms.
And now, through her salvation, he’d been released on the seventeenth attempt.
His savior, the one who had killed him, spoke:
“Save Point.”
“…….”
“Come to think of it, the truth was always right in front of me. That artifact was meant for someone who regresses repeatedly. The only one in this world who could…