People from every walk of life.
Every sort imaginable.
Still.
-it was because the massive Fierce Man stood out far too much.
With every step, its heavy bear paws struck the wooden planks with a dull thud that made hearts tighten.
The Adventurers around them, sitting beside stalls drinking, wiping down weapons, or haggling.
All showed an unusual degree of restraint.
No one discussed them.
Much less dared to overstep by reaching out to stop them.
Even as the girls passed, these rough men all shrank toward either side of the street, silently clearing a passage wide enough for them.
After all.
Anyone who could survive for several years in this lawless place outside the Guild's jurisdiction.
Was no fool.
No one would go out of their way to provoke this dangerous-looking group of thorny roses.
Enju Aihara, however, paid no attention to the atmosphere around them.
Her head turned this way and that, her crimson eyes brimming with curiosity.
The orange hoodie she wore.
Stood out brightly among the surrounding Adventurers, all dressed in dark leather armor or gray robes.
"That smells so good!"
Enju Aihara suddenly sniffed.
Her short little legs moved swiftly over the muddy ground as she left the center of the group and ran straight to an open-air roadside stall.
A slightly rusty iron grate was set up over the stall.
Beneath it lay several pieces of red fuel stone unique to the Dungeon, burning red-hot.
Several skewers of extremely thick-cut meat lay flat across the grate.
Fat seeped out along the grain of the meat.
And dripped onto the fuel stones below.
With a faint sizzle.
White smoke instantly drifted outward, carrying a rich, meaty aroma.
"Sir!"
Enju Aihara gripped the edge of the stall's wooden counter with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and