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Mhm. The one that looks like a small dog is Angry, and the tortoise-shaped one is Lazy.

Did you name them?

No, they told me.

Gkh, gkh—blurgh—

Eurgh, this one's eaten so much it puked! And the vomit's so colorful, it's kinda sickening—

Hmm? Wait, that smell... Is that... alcohol...?

What are you doing, Senshi?! That's ink spirit <i>puke</i>!

Smells like fruit wine. Hmm... A good ferment, if my nose is right.

Tastes pretty good, too.

Don't just eat random things!

Calm down, Marcille. Listen.

Listen for what?

The sound of what's sloshing around in their bellies. This one has wine inside, while this one has jam.

...And?

Keep looking.

Aye, this one's got gushing springs on its back after eating all that fruit. Hmm... This... Oh my, how refreshing. It's fruit juice!

What does any of this have to do with getting out of here?

Wait a moment and you'll see.

Senshi, do you have any containers we can keep the jam and drinks in?

I do. I've been drinking with the villagers a whole lot recently, so I got a few cups and bottles on me.

Don't tell me you're thinking of...

Don't tell me you want to...!!!

Nicely done, though this jam will need some sugar if you want it to be palatable.

As for the juice... It's refreshing, sure, but a bit bland.

But if we blend the juices that go well together...

Add in some sugar, stir it until it's mixed evenly...

Pour into a glass, add fruit slices for decoration, and... It's done!

My improved ink spirit wine, jam, and juice! Give it a try!

Oh, this fruit wine really does have new flavors to it.

Bit too much sugar for one day, though. We should get some exercise to work it off.

I really don't want to speak with people who are willing to eat vomit...

Honey is bee vomit, Marcille.

The vegetables I grow on the golems are also fertilized with excrement from people in the dungeon—

Stop! I don't wanna hear it!

What's up, Laios? You haven't said a word since earlier.

I'll tell you all my plans now.

When I was chasing that ink spirit with the mole, I was surprised to discover that they'd happily slack off from attacking the village if it meant they got to eat fruit instead.

Which means...?

Monsters do attack humans, and sometimes that <i>is</i> due to their aggressive nature...

But most of the time there's a specific reason, like their habitat getting encroached upon, or something happened that enraged them.

But there's no reason why they attacked the village. At first I thought it was out of hunger, but these guys are far too docile and meek when they eat to back it up.

Gkh?

Yeah... That one's even dripping with spit.

Then there's the villagers. It's incredibly strange how they have absolutely no understanding of ink spirit behavior.

We've only just arrived and I've already found out you can tame them with fruit. But the villagers have clashed with them countless times. They should've learned a thing or two about handling them, even if they didn't want to.

But they haven't. It's like they have no need for it.

Maybe they tried before, but didn't learn the proper way?

That'd be even stranger. If they tried and failed, wouldn't it make more sense to just leave this dangerous place? Obviously, they chose to stay, so wouldn't they want to keep trying to fend them off?

They won't leave and they won't find a way to fend them off. So how are they still living here?

And haven't you guys ever wondered why we couldn't find an ink spirit 'nest'?

What's more, they can come back to life endlessly. It's as if... this whole place is fake.

Oh? What an interesting theory.

Dawn? When did you...?

Please, do go on.

Where we come from, legend speaks of a 'lunatic magician,' who used his tremendous magical power to create a dungeon.

All sorts of monsters live within it.

But their existence isn't isolated, but interconnected. They prey on, exploit, and sometimes form symbiosis with one another...

They're all part of one ecosystem.

No matter what kind of man this lunatic magician is, I can tell just how amazing of a feat that was. As for this place...

Someone who could create such a vivid, life-like world must be amazing as well.

But...

(Drooling and smacking its lips)

I wonder... why didn't this person design a more complete ecosystem when creating the ink spirits?

Where do they build their nests? How do they reproduce? How do different variations communicate with one another? And what's their relationship to the people who live here?

I'm so curious about all this, but I don't see how all the pieces fit together. Why did that person make things this way?

And there's one more thing I noticed.

They hid away a basket of hawthorn berries, but never once ate from it.

...Hawthorn?

(Whispers) Hawthorn, is it...

(Whispers) I never noticed.

Sorry, what was that?

Nothing, just thinking aloud is all.

But... I see now.

The connection between all things, which you deem important, serves as a mutual affirmation of one another. I am your mirror, and you mine. This is the 'truth' as you understand it.

Marcille, how come I don't understand a word of what those two are saying?

Uh... Umm... I'd love to agree with you, but I <i>think</i> I can understand them a liiiittle bit...

*burst of laughter* Interesting, very interesting.

You are right. All things adhere to logic. As with all the other myriad forms of life within a painting, so too must ink spirits have a place to come from, and a place to go.

I suppose rootless weeds such as them would be flaws in reality.

There have been a few who were able to discern that they were in no more than a painting, but... It's been quite a while since someone explained their reasoning with such conviction.

Perhaps this can be seen as another way of saying 'the mountains are but mountains, and the water is yet water.'?

After saying that, for some unknown reason, she turns and looks up at the sky.

He has seen the truth beyond the veil of wonder, no?

Huh?

What's happened to this painting?!

I painted a perfectly good landscape on this! Why is it all like this now?

The ugly ink blots, the water stain, and the blotches of red and purple... Did someone sneak into my room?

Could it have been...

No, this time it isn't the work of my 'lovely sister'...

How interesting. Perhaps there is an unruly spirit roaming the wilds with a penchant for artistry.

Whoa! I think the whole mountain shook with that thunder.

Oh dear. It seems you've made her truly angry.

What? Who? Who's angry?

And no wonder, what with all the ink spirits you lured over, and how you got them so drunk they can barely even stand. This is the first time I've seen them like this.

Dawn, what are you talking about?

Look! Up there! Someone's... falling out of the sky?!

Uhh... more like flying... and she looks pissed! Maybe she's the magician who created this place?!

Awawawah! Laios must have made her mad with his blabbering!

What?! But I didn't say anything wrong!

No need to panic. She's not here to harm you, just... consider it a unique way to send you on your way.