Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 33: No bribes

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: No bribes

He really did it. I still couldn’t believe it. Solas killed Doran.

For power.

The only person who could find it in himself to love him.

And that blonde monster killed him.

"Well," I said, as I clutched the general’s soul. "You really should have gotten some dating advice from Grannie Almira."

"You can give him a whole therapy session later," Aron said, taking the soul marble from my hand and then going to the corpse. "Where is it? I know you have it. A ribbon with a Quick Shot and an Air enchantment. Level 1,000 on the scale."

I blinked. Wait, did Aron really want to turn Daron into a dungeon core? Here, in Necromantic Union territory?

"Aron," I began, but he was already arranging Daron’s corpse, for I was not onboard with the man being brought back this way so that the body could accept the soul.

So, as if Daron was sleeping.

"Do we have a choice, bunny-bun?" he asked. My cheeks heated up. Oh, now that I called him here, in my time of need, he knew that I valued him.

Nothing was going to stop him from claiming me now. Did I want that? Did I...

"Bunny-bun, please, the man is going to die," Aron told me so, as if he wanted to tease me, but the gravity of the situation was not unknown to him.

"But... if he becomes a dungeon here, he is going to create mobs!" I protested.

Aron sighed.

"And sent them against Solas, yes, but that is something we will just need to talk him out of later," Aron waved me over, I finally took out the ribbon.

The final thing I had of Grumpy Pants and my Old Girl.

I felt something like a coldness coming from Daron’s soul marble. He knew that I valued the ribbon more than him. Death was poisoning his soul with hate.

"I am not like that," I repeated.

But I was.

That mantra was something I began to repeat to myself after Methuselah got chopped down. Something I needed, for without it, I knew I was lost.

I was a nymph without a tree, yet I lived.

I breathed.

My mana drew from the soil without the restrictions of a tree. I knew that I could flood the human village at the base of the mountain which I had called home with demons.

Take my vengeance.

But I did not want that. For Methuselah did not want that.

"Daron?" I asked, as I made the final step towards the man’s body. I knew that it was a little too late to try to mask my original intentions, but I still tried. "I know you don’t believe me. Or, heck, that you don’t like me. But the thing is: I am really not like that! I will never pick someone’s death, just because it is convenient!"

I heard something like a snort from Doran. He knew that I was lying.

"Yes, I know," I began, as I sighed. "But I have to believe in this, ok? Give me at least that much."

For a split second, I felt so, as if Daron was considering it all. And then I, without waiting for a reaction, placed the soul marble in the ribbon, merged them with mana, and then tied the ribbon around Daron’s neck.

He woke up with a start. His brown eyes wide. His hand at his heart.

"He never loved me," Daron whispered. It was a heartbreaking way to come back to life.

"I don’t think he knows what love is," Aron said, shaking his head. "But, hey, at least now he’ll marry you!"

I did not understand why Aron was so happy about it all. I did not understand why Doran smiled.

"I’ll ruin his life," Doran whispered, as he took the ribbon off his neck and then placed it in a locket. "Do you think that I should wear white for the wedding, vampire?"

"Aron," Aron said so, as if he and Doran were comrades in arms. "And sure! Give him the clear message that his nice life is over! Make him do the dishes!"

I blinked.

Wait... was Aron also mad with me? Was he going to wear white? Was he going to try to ruin my life?

"Bunny-bun," Aron said, his red eyes shining. "We need to talk about your dungeon."

I gulped. Oh, that was not good. I did not know much about marriage, but I knew enough to know that when the husband decided to ask for the money, nothing good was going to happen.

"Yes? It’s a lovely tree in a lovely forest," I tried to stress it to him that my tree was not to become a murder dungeon.

But he just narrowed his eyes.

"Robert the Giant has opened up the Main Road for trade," Aron said so, as if I should have acted on that piece of information ages ago. "And our army survives off moldy oats."

I nodded. Ok, maybe I fucked up. Maybe... wait! My tree had no gardens! The gnomes and humans needed to eat!

"We need to hire someone to raid dungeons and bring food for the army," Aron continued, without waiting for my excuses. "Humans. The army won’t accept a mob."

I gulped. Ok, that was logical. And a bit scary. I knew that it was humans who supplied the army up to now, but that did not mean that I was going to just hire more of them!

Mael and Nara could deliver the food! They could travel... leaving their children and coming in here, in Necromantic Union territory.

Man, the plan sucked!

"Yes!" I said, not knowing that I was going to start a strange mutant Guild which one could call neither an Adventurer’s Guild, nor a Trader’s Guild.

Or the fact that it would be children doing the dungeon delving. Most of them not being older than 15.

But I did not think of that. I was thinking of moldy oats and latrine water. I was thinking of the vampires I could use to sabotage the greatest army in the known world.

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