“Wow, you guys get along pretty well.”

“H-Hello.”

Upon hearing a familiar voice, I stopped glaring at my father and looked up. Ye Hwaya, or rather Hwaya Eleni Mastiford, was there. She was even more beautiful in person.

Her fiery red eyes and flame red hair caught people’s attention and refused to let go. Plus, she had a provocative hourglass figure that accentuated her curves! For the sake of Yua, I almost wanted to ask what she ate to grow so well.

Most importantly, the red dress she was wearing left a strong impression. I opened my mouth while staring at her dress fixedly.

“Nice to meet you, Mastiford-ssi. Are you sure you should wear a fluttery dress like that for battle?”

She snorted disdainfully. “Hmph, what do you know? This is a battle dress I personally commissioned the 45th Floor Shop to make with material dropped from a named monster. It raises my magic by 50 points! Though, it decreases my strength, dexterity, and constitution by 10…”

I was thinking her Korean was excellent when I realized that her speech didn’t match her mouth’s movement. I had suspected that the dungeon had translated our conversations when we were talking in the communication channel. It seemed I was right.

“Mastiford-ssi, what language am I using right now?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Of course it’s Engli… Eh?”

She must have noticed it too. We were both talking...