I heard there's going to be a dungeon in the Holy Beast's ark that I don't know about.

　It's still new, so there won't be any strong monsters.

　What if they attack us out of the blue?



"Shannon, wait outside with Lucky for a minute. I'm going into this dungeon.



Mr. Locke, I'm coming with you. I'll have your back, Mr. Locke."



--Gwahahahaha, you're a hundred years too young to be protecting Locke's back while I'm out there!　You'll have to beat me first.

　Lucky stands in front of Shannon like a villain.



"Lucky ......, you don't have to talk to Shannon in such a villainous way, she can't hear you."

　Shannon looks at him for a moment and then puffs out her cheeks.



"Oh my god! It's not fair that only Mr. Locke and Lucky seem to be having fun. I want to talk to Lucky too."



----Oh, my God. I'm just getting to know you. Rock, do you have any skills like that?



　Shannon looks a little sad and Lucky says sweetly, "I don't remember that now.

　Shannon looks a little sad and Lucky says sweetly, "That's not a skill I'm learning right now.



"I think it would be useful if Lucky and Shannon could talk, too. It's hard to do that right now."



"Dad - welcome back - that's easy!"

　As I was about to leave the dungeon, an Orange Antoine with a tiara on his head came out of the dungeon.



"What, Orange Ant is talking to you? Dad? Is Orange Ant really that Orange Ant? Huh, Mr. Locke's taste in that direction is ...... too much information ...... to be helped."



　For some reason, Shannon says it herself, and she's convinced herself.

　No, I think she is convinced in a way she shouldn't be.



"Shannon, Orange Ant calls me Dad, but I was only there when the egg broke. Don't get the wrong idea."



"Of course. I'm sorry."



----I thought you were coming home late.



　--Oh, you're home so late, I thought I'd come to you...------Oh, you're home so late, I thought I'd come to you.

　Lucky! Don't think I'm going to be listening to you forever.



　I hug Lucky's neck and stroke him.

　See, that feels good, doesn't it? Right here.



--Queen--

　I manage to get Lucky to give in.

　Ha-ha-ha-ha. I'm not getting anywhere!



"It's not fair that only two people seem to be having fun."



"Shannon also said that Lucky likes to have his neck stroked, so you can stroke him later. More than that, ......"

"I see. I'll try."



　Shannon's face lights up with joy. Shannon's happy face makes me happy.



　Shannon knows what OrangeAnt is saying. If that's the case, it means that OrangeAnt has adapted our language.



"Shannon you ...... have to name you with the tiara first. I feel bad calling you. Or Orange Anto. Are there any plans to add more people to this group?"



"Pappa, I'm so happy with the names!　We can add more if you want. We don't have to go up there, so we won't get in the way of the other squires.



"They won't attack us, will they?"



"Are you going to attack my friends?"

　He asks me, tilting his head.



"No, I'm sorry about that question. I protect my friends, I don't attack them. Then add a few more. Okay, let's name them. Your name is ...... Patra."



"Yay!　I got a name, Patra, which is a good name. You should name them too."



　Five Orange Ants came up the stairs behind Patra, and I don't know when they got there. Patra's five men were completely unrecognizable.



"Patra, I'm sorry. I can't tell them apart at all, is there any way to tell them apart?"



"Oh, they're so different, but you don't know?"

　I have no idea what the difference is.



　I would like to name them all, but I can't do it when there are a thousand or so.



"Okay, let's name them Orange A, Orange B, Orange C, Orange D, and Orange E."

　The orange-antes raised their hands and high-fived each other happily.

　I thought they had no individuality, but they seem to have more individuality than I expected.



　Well, you can give them another name when they start to have their own characteristics.



"So Patra, how do we get Shannon and Lucky to talk?"

"Well, there's a skill called multispecies language that you can learn.



　Well, if there is such a skill, it would be very useful.

　But the question is how on earth we can learn it.



How can I learn it?

"It's all right now, Lucky, you seem to understand my language, so I copied my multispecies language and pasted it into Shannon's skill..."



----Shannon, do you understand my language? ----

"What⁉ Wow!　I can understand your language. Thank you, Patra.






　Shannon jumps on Lucky and looks happy.



"Patra, what did you just do?"



"You know, I'm not like the other Ant's, I was on a mission to lead my clan to a safe place. So I have skills to negotiate with other species, to command them, and so on... I don't need most of them here, but one of them is a skill called multispecies language, because even if I understand it, it's useless if they don't... I can copy and paste it... so I pasted it to Shannon..."



"Patra, that's amazing."

　I pat Patra's head and she cackles happily.



"Patra, will you show me around down here?"

"Of course!"



　When we went downstairs, the room was slightly brightly lit, just like the dungeon.

"That side is a dark and cool room where we keep the meat we cut up, and on the other side is a drying room where we dry fur, and on that side is a place where we put all the magic stones we got when we were digging, and there are three empty rooms.



　There was a well-constructed dungeon.

　The orange-antes are too good to have made such a dungeon in just a few hours.



"Amazing. I didn't think they could do something like this in such a short time. Patras are really good." "Heh heh heh!



"Heh heh heh, my dad praised me!"

　The orange-antes are high-fiving again.

　Behind them, Lucky is grumbling, but I don't care.



"Well, it looks like we've got some meat, so let's have dinner.

"Yes!



　While everyone was cheering, I suddenly remembered something ominous.

　I suddenly remembered the ominous thought that all the cooking utensils and such are .......