Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 51: Family Reunion

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Family Reunion

There I was, in my tree. All of the gnomes were holding tiny pickaxes and guarding the entrance. The humans were barricading what they could.

I could understand them.

I was their dungeon core, and I was pouring more and more of their mana into a communication link.

I needed to see what had happened to Solas. He was evil. He harvested organs.

He even sold his own sister, but that was something I shouldn’t know about, and I tried to get it out of my thoughts.

But it was hard.

Finally, the blonde answered.

His face was a ruin. I could see his front teeth. His nose was missing.

And yet, his smile was the most charming thing I had ever seen.

"Alexios is dead," he didn’t say it, he sang it. I nodded, too lost for words.

Could I fix this? Could I heal him? Was my cooking going to be enough?

A beautiful woman entered the communication link, bonking Solas on the head gently.

"Lay back down, brother. You are going to die if you don’t," oh, sure, she was cold.

But after what I heard from eavesdropping to Solas and Doran, she had all the right to be cold.

"Ah, the nymph," her eyes were about as sharp as Solas’ when I first met him.

I shifted in my seat.

I could smell the danger coming off her. And I could see the slave rune on her shoulder. Her very naked shoulder. So, as if she had nothing to hide.

As if she were wearing it as a batch of honor.

"We won’t be harvesting him," Solas said. I couldn’t help it. I breathed a sigh of relief. "We need him. He is a dungeon core. The Necromantic Union is a dungeon nation."

I blinked.

"Solas... I don’t even know how to rule a tree!" I protested. Sure, that he was going to make me king.

Isn’t that what happened in the fairy tales?

"Your tree? Sylvan, you can’t even rule over the choice of your socks," which was true. Most days, Nate picked my socks for me. I guess that it couldn’t be helped. He was the one who washed them as well.

All of my clothes, in fact.

I wanted to sigh, but Solas was not the type to give dating advice.

Besides, as perfect as Nathaniel the Eye Eater was, he was still a liar and a Boliarin.

And, for all that I had sons who were undead, if they even were my children, I still didn’t know what that was.

"Then what do you want of me?" I asked him.

Most people would be of the opinion that I had done enough.

That no matter what Solas wanted now, I could tell him no.

But just a glance into the eyes of the woman who could only be his organ-harvesting sister told me volumes about how much my free will be respected.

"You are a dungeon, as much as you don’t want to admit it," Solas told me, as he yawned. It was a horrific sight. Man, even the inside of his mouth was all burned up!

How was he even speaking?

"You are to show the dungeons of the Necromantic Union just how good it would be if they let me rule them," ah, a power grab!

Good old Solas must be feeling better!

"And if I do that," I asked because this was important. After all, he was a king. And he was now trying to use me as a carrot so he could make a donkey produce him mobs.

"No, Sylvan," Solas raised an arm. He was missing his pinky. I was going to be sick. "You are going to do it, or I will throw your humans and the gnomes in debtor’s jail. We’ve spoken about that place more than once, dear friend. You know what will happen to them."

I looked at Anne, who was humming and stirring the rice we were going to have for dinner. Then at Bob, who looked just about ready for a last stand.

"Well," I said because this was the kick in the behind I needed. "All in."

Solas chuckled, showing me the ruin of his tongue.

"And I’ll heal you," my mushrooms had 20% healing power. But for Solas I knew I’ll need something better. "And give you the Necromantic Union."

Solas nodded. Edda offered me a contract. I signed it without even reading it. Something told me that negotiating with Solas was going to be impossible.

"And... may I have your name, my lady?" I was playing it so, as if I didn’t know who the woman was. She smiled.

"Fin," her voice was sweet. I knew her for the snake she was. But something told me that she didn’t use to be like this before.

That she used to be different. As sweet as her voice.

"Lady Fin, thank you for saving the children of the Tree of Memories Dungeon!"

I bowed low to her.

Seeing Solas looking at me with cold eyes told me volumes about just what he thought about this, but I still wanted to thank the woman.

She had saved Anne from being eaten by a witch.

And the other children as well. I felt shame inside of myself that I didn’t know their names.

But I was going to learn them!

"You’re welcome. I cleaned the forest for you. Now you can concentrate on the Main Road. It should still be opened."

Solas chuckled. There was a vicious light inside of his blue eyes.

"Yes, now that Robert the Giant is dead, it is! I made it so that his will appoints our dear Sylvan as his heir! Now, Sylvan, it goes without saying, but if you dare close the road..."

"You’ll cut my head off and boil it to get all the meat from it," I said with a sigh.

"And harvest your organs," he confirmed once and for all, that I was never going to be safe around him.

"Sylvan! It’s ready! I didn’t burn it!"

But Anne’s chirping was worth it.

I nodded.

"I won’t disappoint you, my King," and I didn’t mean to.

Even if I had to blunder my way into becoming a dungeon core for true.

A lying one...

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