Floor 13 (3)

I listened quietly.

Ban Iner’s words were more like complaints.

But they were complaints worth hearing.

“At first, I spent a long time asking myself why I had been summoned to a place like this and forced to suffer through it.”

I could certainly relate to what she was saying.

Thanks to the Transcendent Gallery, I had probably spent less time dwelling on such pointless thoughts.

Ban Iner glanced at me and spoke.

“What kind of world did you come from?”

I picked out only the things Ban would likely find interesting and answered her.

“A relatively peaceful world where aircraft made of aluminum alloy carry five hundred people through the sky.”...