Before bringing the items, I made graves for the humans.
While I felt some sympathy and mercy for the humans, there was no real reason to make graves. But I needed to make graves not for the humans, but for our dungeon's monsters.
Ghoul leveling and meals.
Unlike the slimes who procured magic stones through dungeon construction, the ghouls didn't have many spaces to gain experience. So if there were humans who needed to be killed, or dead humans, I immediately gave them as food to the slimes and ghouls.
But yesterday there were no ghouls.
Not slimes or ghouls—just Eila and the stud hunters. They didn't have any particular feelings about other monsters' deaths, but felt considerable sympathy for their own kind's deaths.
Kinslaying.
That condition for high elf Lune to fall into a dark elf felt like a taboo I should never commit. Though it was strange that slimes became big slimes by devouring their own kind, slimes weren't intelligent beings.
