The Bottommost Part of the Dungeon

Sensing hostile aura from Asfi, Tareth and I were on guard, ready to intervene. Our concern did not hit home, fortunately. The blue-haired automaton rescinded her intention and turned away.

"Hoh…"

"Phew."

"Hm? You two look tense. Is there something on my face?" Ferrumel wondered, rubbing her forehead and cheek all the while not having a sense about the iron woman in front of her emitting enmity earlier.

"We're just raising our alertness," I said. "It's the lower layer of the dungeon, you know. Who knows what awaits us around these corners."

"…Yes. We do need to keep an eye out," Asfi said. She realized I tried to cover up for her.