Since the six-player party that Silica had joined was made of skilled warriors, they had fought since morning and found quite a lot of items, including a number of treasure chests. But when the sun began to set and everyone was running out of healing potions, they started to make their way back to the living area. A slim female player who wielded a spear then said something, perhaps in order to keep Silica in check. “We’ll be handing around the items after we get back. But since your lizard heals you, you won’t be needing the healing crystals right?” Silica felt offended and struck back. “You don’t even come out to the front and only hang around the back of the group, so you don’t use crystals anyway.” After that, the bickering had intensified, and the attempts of the team leader, a sword-and-shield wielder, to stop it had been totally ignored. In the end, Silica said in anger: “I don’t need the items. I’ll never party with you again. There’re plenty of people who want to party with me anyway!” Ignoring the leader’s suggestion to at least stay with the party until they were out of the forest and back in the living area, she left the group and walked aimlessly down a small track. Even if she were solo, she had already mastered seventy percent of her dagger skill and also had Pina to back her up, so the monsters on the thirty-fifth floor weren’t a problem for her. She would have been able to get through the forest and back to the living area without any problems. That is, if she hadn’t gotten lost. The forest wasn’t called «The Forest of Wandering» for nothing.