The confused settlers of the dungeon space really should've expected it the moment Luca had all of them washing and combing through lumps that were most definitely seaweed.
But no one could really say anything when everyone from the cadets to the Emperor himself was doing exactly the same thing, or something even more unusual. Like one Orc Princess who had generously volunteered her services to squeeze the water out of a particularly conspicuous portion of their current haul.
None of them truly knew what they were out there to do.
But knowing Luca, it was bound to be good.
So when he said that their goal was to dry the seaweed well, everyone simply got to work.
Maybe a little too well.
Princess Kira, for example—the same woman who declined her Bunbun's offer to help, insisting she wanted to do it on her own—had decided that flattening the seaweed required the full application of her strength.
