Okay, so why do we have to dive in a dungeon? Why not just let the creature be and leave it alone? Why go through all these troubles to trek and work all the derring-do?
Why are we doing all things as if we were dancing in the plot set by the dungeon’s nature?
Actually, the answer for that question was quite easy—and obvious.
I held the cheek that was imprinted with a red palm-mark. It was so impressive that I can feel a red glow emanating from my face. Why, the haughty princess destroyed my new-found buddy, Tentarou, with her magic and after utterly, and I tell you, thoroughly pulverizing the tentacle monster, she had set her blazing eyes on me. Thus, the red mark from her slap.