“Save us, please!”
“Word God! Please save us! Sob sob!”
The “prizes” Ravikato mentioned were none other than the people who had gone missing due to the dungeon sink.
“I’d like to meet the owner of the theme park,” I said.
Thesilid was searching for a swift way to rescue the hostages. However—
<“Why would you want to meet the employer right away? Now I see you’re a troublesome succubus. Unfortunately, our employer has no interest in management. Unless a hidden event occurs, they won’t come to the theme park.”>
“Hidden event?”
<“It’s said that a seventh mission appears for special guests, but I don’t know if it’s true or not.”>
The system compiled the information gathered so far into a quest format:
[ ‘Collect Mission Stamps’ (Difficulty: Unknown)
To draw out the dungeon’s owner, explore the theme park and collect six stamps.
<“Now, please enjoy your…
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