Underground Stairs Are Naturally Gloomy

Even a dad whose very existence was subpar could be helpful at times.

I am feeling complicated.

Pastel went down the Underground Stairs. She stepped on the moisture-laden stone steps. Magic Torches lit up one by one, pushing away the darkness.

―The atmosphere at the entrance doesn't really feel like an Underground Laboratory, does it? Isn't this an Underground Prison?

The Fairy, who had slipped into hiding inside her scarf, whispered.

"Isn't this a place you've stayed in before, Fairy?"

―Well, yes, but it's not like I knew the escape route.

"Then does the inside look like a laboratory?"

Did they remodel the Underground Prison that was originally built in the castle?

―Probably, yeah! There are even iron bars to lock up rebellious fairies...