"Good evening, Senior."
Dark Dimon decided to take the initiative. He began with a polite greeting.
As the saying went, one did not slap a smiling face. He believed that, given Senior Pandora's reasonableness, she would not place an unfounded accusation on him.
"Good evening, dear junior."
Pandora successfully restrained the fleeting shock that appeared on her face. Clearly, she had not expected to run into the culprit so soon after emerging from that disgusting secret chamber.
Though Dark carried a jack-o'-lantern and wore a small candy bag on his back, he was otherwise still dressed as the "Demon King."
—She was dressed as the "Demon King" too! Of course, she had worn it first this time.
Dark Dimon in his "Demon King" costume possessed a different sort of charm. It was Pandora's first time seeing him in this outfit, and she could not help examining him closely.
However, her appraising gaze did not seem particularly friendly on the surface. Dark felt a chill run down his spine and immediately tried to shift her attention. "Come to think of it, this year's Floor Boss summoning progress is far below last year's. I wonder whether the final Boss, Behemoth, can still be summoned successfully."
"The final Boss?" As if recalling something, Senior Pandora asked, "This time, the final Boss isn't summoned inside a secret chamber?"
Dark said in surprise, "Why would you think that?"
"Nothing." Senior Pandora said, "I merely heard that someone used a secret chamber's clear-reward chest to summon a leader-class ghost. But judging by your reaction, that probably wasn't the Floor Boss."
Then she looked at the small candy bag on Dark's back and asked curiously, "Are you a 'candy giver'?"
Dark smiled slightly and reached toward his candy bag. "Would you like a 'Question Card'?"
"'Question Card'?"