Getting out of the dungeon was a lot faster than Kir had thought it would be.
Compared to many of the floors he and Stella had passed through, the higher floors were practically paradise.
Most of the creatures stayed away from the Black Sheep, scared by the resounding stomps of Kir in his war form and the occasional, entirely accidental snapping of small trees that his tail performed when he wasn't paying enough attention to it.
Since he happened to be the only one with magic tattoos capable of storing a decent amount of objects, Kir wound up carrying all of the spoils, not just the ones he'd earned alone, and some of the camping equipment to boot. This meant that they could travel light and still rest in relative comfort.
Thus, after a mere four days, they escaped the dungeon.