Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 24: Remote Desktop

Chapter 24: Chapter 24: Remote Desktop

The thing about having not one, but three boss mobs who were Lich, and now looked like three handsome men who may or may not have been eyeing the vampires who passed by us, was that now I could use the zombies as mana batteries!

I was pretty sure that none of them minded.

Yes, I was needed here, in the war camp, to make sure that the soldiers were not forced to march on rotten potatoes, for that was really what the git Solas had brought!

But my humans, the ones who had made me feel at home during the festival. The ones who had tested me during the storm. Made me feel small, then made me feel like a giant, might need my help!

Not to mention that the gnomes had no farms now! What were they going to do? How were they going to feed themselves?

It was all so... so...

"Ok, here’s the plan," Desmond said, the bravado of youth on his side. "We get out of here, make a contract with king Alexios, and then we live in sin!"

"Dumbass," Nathaniel said, snorting. Even so, his eyes lingered on Aron.

Wait! Aron was still here!

"Aron!" I waved at him, he blinked, turned around, and then began to walk away. "Wait! I need to ask you for a favor!"

Aron turned around slowly. Maybe it was because I fed him blood, but the fact that he was willing to listen spoke volumes about the fact that deep down, he was still human.

And I was going to abuse the heartstrings which he had not cut by this point of his afterlife.

Without a shred of shame.

Or mercy.

"What?" He had bags under his eyes. His skin was pale, his hair greasy.

My mothering instinct kicked in once more.

"Here, eat first," I heard Desmond giggle, but I chose to ignore the git. After all, Desmond was just a horny teenager who could not recognize a being in need.

Even if said being was shaking, as he gently took my arm in both his hands.

"What do you need of me?" Aron asked.

"You eat, we talk business later," because food makes the world go round. Sure, gold makes it go round too, but if there is no food, gold becomes just a shiny metal.

And not even vampires could eat shiny metals.

Aron probably knew that he was selling his soul. I knew it, too, as I felt the mosquito bite and then the numbness.

But this time, I did not fall asleep. I watched as Aron’s eyes turned red. As they began to shine.

For some reason, I was not afraid.

We stared at one another. He, as he ate the best meal that he could get in a war camp, and I, as I got my lifeblood sucked out.

Had I been a poet, I would have seen it for what it was. Had I been a painter, I would have probably blinded myself with denial.

But I was just a nymph. One who was old as dirt.

My brain simply chose to ignore the twinkle in Aron’s eyes. The way he licked the last droplet from the bite wound.

If one could call two tiny holes in my skin a wound...

"Now," I did not think much about how breathy Aron sounded. Nor did I think too much about Desmond giving out a sound that could have almost been a cat call. "What do you need of me? And may I have your name?"

Now, that was not just a strange sentence, but also a sentence to start a courtship.

I did not know that.

My youth was spent gathering bushes and planting them near my tree. My life as Theanore and Marinus’ adopted son was spent looking at fields of forget-me-nots.

This was a new territory for me. I should have been afraid.

But ignorance is bliss.

"Sylvan! Now, are you feeling better?" I asked, ready to get down to beating the bush, rather than around it.

Not that I had ever beaten a bush...

"Yes," it almost sounded so, as if he wanted to say something more, but I just smiled.

"Ok, I need you to become my dungeon master!"

He started blinking. Desmond was making the sounds of a hyena on a hunt.

Nick was chuckling for some reason, shaking his head.

Nathaniel just looked so, as if someone had just taken away his toy.

Huh, those Boliari were weird.

Aron fell to one knee. I just clapped him on the shoulder.

Obvious as ever.

"No, look, that is not some fealty sworn to a king! You have to just go to the tree and take care of my humans! And the gnomes! There is this little girl, Anne, who wants to learn how to cook to save the world! And her grandma is a great woman. And the gnomes saved the humans from ruin, and..."

I gulped.

Man, I missed them.

"They are your home?" Aron asked, a slight and dreamy smile on his lips. For a second I thought that there was something fishy about it all.

But then, as he stood up and just hugged me, accepting the contract, I forgot all about it.

"Then it shall be done!" Aron said, as he patted me on the back. Playing the long game, even if I did not know it at the time it had begun.

"So, an SSS ranked vampire is going to be babysitting some humans?" Nathaniel said, a pout on his lips.

"You are SSS ranked?" I asked, my eyes wide.

Aron looked about as preening as a white peacock.

"Well, yes, but that is not the important part," which was something someone would say, who knew they had it all. "I am also a rogue."

Oh...

"And like to look after plants," he said, leaning in.

"Then go look after the gnomes, the humans, and his tree," Nathaniel said, as he took a hold of me, and pulled me close.

I narrowed my eyes.

Oh, that darn brat!

"Keep your hormones to yourself! I am more than 5,000 years old!" I hissed in his ear.

That did the trick for Nathaniel, who even scratched the back of his head.

But Aron... man, the man had a hand over his heart!

I took that as a sign of fealty.

Like the dense nymph I was...

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