Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 34: Supreme Overlord!

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Supreme Overlord!

Now, one might think that I will just use the vampires to kill the king, enslave the zombies, and then jump in bed for a nap.

But no!

The vampires were strong. Most of them were about S rank or even higher. None were Aron’s SSS rank, but that was to be expected.

He was keeping me, or, at least, used to keep me alive with his own mana. And that is not an easy thing to do!

So, I used my mana to make the vampires make some... changes to the war plans.

A troop of zombies would walk into Desmond’s trap, no Boliarin in sight, and Desmond would steal them, drain them of mana, and then send me the mana...

Or, a group of berserker Lich would walk into Nick’s trap, again, no Boliarin in sight, and he will just turn them into mana batteries. Bury them into holy grounds, with the help of some of our human soldiers, and then send me the mana.

Or...

I guess it is pretty much obvious by this point what Nathaniel did for me, but just to be clear, it was not my idea to have the darn zombies built a wall!

Or dance on top of it to confuse king Alexios.

Granted, I imagine the man was confused, but he still got it taken down. I got the mana of the zombies which were doing the demolishing, the zombies which were doing the building, and... the stripper zombies.

Needless to say, I don’t want to talk to Nate...

"What are you going to do with 10,000 mana points?" Aron asked, as he massaged my feet. It was nice. Cooking all day long made for sore feet.

The humans, the living ones, had to forage for their food.

But even acorns could be cooked into something nice. Provided you got rid of their nasty taste.

And I did.

The bitter taste of the acorns came from the tannins. That thing needed to be boiled out.

First, I placed all of the acorns inside of pots with cold water. The bad ones floated out, and I was left with the ones which could be eaten.

After that, it was simply a matter of boiling them and draining their water until it no longer looked like brown brought.

Add salt, have your soldiers march.

Ah... wartimes.

"I will invest in my dungeon," because I did not want for Aron to have to wear white on our wedding. It was funny that I went from denial to hearing wedding bells, but I was always like that.

It was not just the fact that Aron wanted to spend his life with me, no. It was more than that.

It was me finding a part of myself I did not think I would ever find. It was me finding my soulmate. The man who had kept me alive when Methuselah no longer could.

"You know, once, I thought I will never move from my mountain," I told Aron, for I felt that I needed to get it off my chest. It was not like he was a stranger.

We have known each other our entire lives. We just did not know it.

"Oh?" Aron asked. His clever fingers doing wonders to my ankle. I melted in his touch. Man, sitting over a pot the entire day, boiling acorns, sure takes its toll.

"Yes! Methuselah had everything I needed! I poached shrubs from the base of the mountain, so I won’t feel alone!" he chuckled, a sound so cute that I could have hugged him and kissed him senseless, if that would not mean that the massage would be over. "And then, one day, he came."

I knew that the villain of my story was no Lich. No, the Lich had fallen in love with Methuselah. Hm, was Alexios also a druid?

That would not be good for us, I knew, but that did not mean that we couldn’t defeat him.

Or so I hoped.

"A human. He was just a woodcutter. His clothes had more holes than fabric. I could see his ribs under his skin," I shuddered at the image of the one who had killed Methuselah.

Oh, how I wished I could hate him.

"Why didn’t you stop him?" Aron did not sound judging. No, he sounded so, as if he just wanted to know.

"Methuselah did not let me. He just forced me down the mountain. Teleported me there. Told me... Methuselah told me that we will meet again."

He had not told me he loved me. He had not told me that we will never be apart.

"Well, yes, you will," Aron said, as his fingers became even gentler. "But that is not everything you should worry about."

I blinked. Worry? What did he mean?

"You will meet him again when the world ends," he winked at me, as he leaned in, and kissed my toe.

"How can you say that?" I asked him, my eyes were wide. "We are at war, Aron! People die at war!"

"The war?" Aron asked so, as if he was first learning of it. "Was a war, before you changed the rules. You are kidnapping zombies, having vampires make porridge to enslave other vampires," he sounded so, as if he were proud.

I did not understand him. I wanted to but knew that I will never manage.

"But now, it is no war," Aron said, winking at me. "Now it is a fight. A fight we can win!"

"King Alexios will figure out who is behind his losses," I whispered, for that was the truth of the matter.

"Yes," Aron agreed, as he hugged me close. "But that does not mean that we are going to lose."

It was a strange thing to say. We were up against the Necromantic Union. With only 2,000 human soldiers, who, by some miracle, were still alive.

And yet, I dared to hope.

For there was nothing stronger than hope.

Nothing warmer than Aron’s faith in me.

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