Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 100: The Final Day

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: The Final Day

I felt it in my bones that nothing was going to be the same. I felt as the first mob entered our world. Bearing something that looked like a cross but was strange.

For no cross would have so many jagged ends. Or even have such vile mana coming out of it.

I knew then that whatever was coming to get us was not going to be kind.

No! It was going to be something that would end up roping me in another war.

The tourists had spread the word that I was a safe haven. Not only a clinic, apparently, but also someone who was being protected by all the bad boys in the world.

It was going to be one big tower defense.

The dungeons were never supposed to unite.

Not even the Lich Kings and Queens of the Necromantic Union had had the right to unite all of the dungeons.

The Childless Queen, as all called her behind her back, Sadie, was looking at me with narrow brown eyes, which were made to shine like embers by her tanned skin, and then her eyes would dart at Titan.

"I thank you for freeing me," she began, then made a pause. "To be free after Alexios is... a novelty," she continued, her voice raspy.

The shall around her neck moved with every word she said. She must have tried, that horselord woman, to gift her husband with a son.

But that sterile mule couldn’t get a child even if he begged the gods.

Something I was certain he had done. Solas told me everything.

About how Alexios used his own children to hop from one body to the next.

It was a dreadful business, that. I didn’t want to imagine the man as anything other than the monster he was.

And here was his wife. His widow, I guess. So different from him that it wasn’t even funny.

"I want to go home," she told me, her fingers twisting the hems of her skirt. "I know you inherited me, but that doesn’t mean...!"

She gulped, looking at Titan once more.

I blinked. What was this woman saying?

"I what now?" I could guess, but it made me sick that someone had done something like this to her.

To a woman who had done nothing to no one.

"Look," I told her, with a straight face at that. This was her telling me her greatest sorrow. A sorrow which I could not simply ignore.

"I don’t know how things are done in the Necromantic Union, but here, in the Forest of Forget-Me-Nots we don’t inherit wives," I knew that she didn’t believe me. Why should she? I was a dungeon core.

One who did not have a very good reputation.

But, on the other hand, I was also a nymph. Most of my kind were not as well-loved as I am now.

No, a nymph was more of a toy for the nobles. I had no doubt that had Solas wished it, back when I first came into his life, he would have taken me over.

And the git had looked, but had not touched. His love for Brandon and Doran too great to make him wrap me up in chains.

But he would have gladly taken my organs away. Of that much, I was sure.

"You are free," I told the poor woman. "You are free, and you will always be free."

I had no way of knowing, but that was everything she had hoped for. Everything and more.

"And you get to keep everything Alexios has given you," I didn’t want to take anything from her. She was a victim.

I was no villain.

"Then, I will be your sword and shield," Sadie took out a bow. A wonderful carved thing. She placed it by my feet. "You will be protected by the Khanate of Heaven!"

I blinked. Wait! Was Sadie from there? Wasn’t that the strongest of the horselord Khanates these days? The one which was now in charge of all the other tribes?

And I was going to get them all, all of them, to fight for me?

"And the prince, the one whom Solas adopted," I wanted to tell Sadie that it was Brandon and Pan who had adopted Telets, but I didn’t raise my voice.

He had been born a bastard. The son of a baron, as far as I remembered.

A man who people thought undefeatable. Until he was defeated.

"He will march alongside us," the woman might have thought herself genius, but I knew that there was no way that I was going to be able to separate Telets from his parents, or from his soulmate.

No. The only thing I could do was just raise an eyebrow.

"Look, lady," I was not above calling her on her bullshit, thank you very much. But that was neither here nor there.

She had to know that Telets was off limits. That she couldn’t kill him to take his place.

"That’s my grandson you are talking about," besides, I was pretty sure that Telets’ Khanate was at odds with Sadie’s.

"He was born for the open grasses," she protested, but I just snorted.

"Solaria doesn’t have any steppe," I reminded the grasping woman.

Huh, now I knew why she had managed to keep to herself for so long. She was a smart one. Not to mention that she was about as crafty as a fox.

"And Telets Fireshield is the son of its king. Now, I do imagine that you had good intentions, but that doesn’t mean that you can just make him do your biding."

She smirked; I shook my head fondly.

"I thank you for freeing me once more," she stood, her veils twirling in the wind. I didn’t want to imagine just why she had done them in the first place. "Sylvan the Foodie Nymph!"

I smiled. What can I say? I loved making people happy.

"Care for some lunch?" I offered her a box wrapped in a purple silken cloth. "Queen Sadie?"

She smiled.

"Why, thank you," her delicate fingers stayed away from mine as she took the box. "Dungeon core Sylvan."

Ah, that was better! I knew the woman had a kind side!

And so, one storm was averted.

But on the next day, my women trouble continued...

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