Chapter 89
Chapter 89 The resident who had arrived at the castle that night while wearing a formal evening dress had already changed into some simple indoor wear. On the rug mat was a cushion sofa where this dungeon’s imprisoned was turning the page of her book while lying on her back. In other words, there was also a light inside the cell close enough for her to be able to read. Why is she wearing a different outfit from what she had been thrust in there with? Where did this furniture come from? Impossible. This picture is impossible. This side of the iron bars is definitely still a dungeon. And even though the other side is supposed to be a dungeon, even if it is narrow, why is such a comfortable living arrangement spread out? The people gathered here had no words for this mysterious sight,
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