Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 85: He Who Loves!

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: He Who Loves!

Now... I hated Belladonna. I knew that what she had done was a crime!

Even if Pan was the end product.

But the dungeon cores acted strange...

"Oh, Sylvan! What do you need, man? When are we going to storm the World Tree?" That was Wrath.

With a charming name like that, one wouldn’t expect him to be hugging me. He was the Dungeon Core of the Dungeon of Horror.

Aron was sitting in a corner with wide eyes. Sure, he was Belladonna’s former boss mob, but Wrath was Wrath.

"Provide us with food, and we march together!" Wrath pressed my cheek against his chiseled chest.

Honestly, if it were just Wrath coming to my side, the war would have still been won.

But it wasn’t just Wrath.

"Yeah! How dare that...!" I could see that Drusilla, the Dungeon Core of the Dungeon of Pain, wanted to use a word which either started with ’b’ or ’r’.

I didn’t know which one I could have been able to stomach to hear...

"We march!" Wrath roared once more, letting go of me long enough to help himself to my kebab. Something I had been preparing when he stormed my dungeon.

Now not gonna lie, when he came inside the Tree of Memories, a two-handed axe as big as me in his hands, I saw my life, my very long life, flashing before my eyes.

Aron, bless his soul, had gotten in front of me.

Only for Wrath to clap him on the shoulder and tell him how brave he was for doing the right thing and protecting me! Then Wrath began to cry and yell about true love...

He also placed a ring around my finger after he ate the first bowl with the kebab.

I was uncertain if it was a best friend forever ring, or... ring-ring.

At any rate, he was busy with threatening the dungeons to march on the World Tree, restore Lexus to his seat, who was safe under Pan’s protection, and then cut up Belladonna into nice and even pieces... so I can cook her for him.

"Wrath," I began because I had hoped that my harem wouldn’t grow. Or, at least, that I wouldn’t get another Titan in it. "Don’t you think that it’s time for you to go?"

"Go?" He asked, his mouth full of meat, peppers and onions which had once been so rotten, they made me cry with their stench.

"Yes! Go!" Wrath was no foodie dungeon. I couldn’t get anything out of him which would be helping me cook.

No! I needed to send him off to the frontline!

Like I did to Titan...

"The tunnel is not here," Wrath told me, a bit more himself now. Still... his grip on me was gentle. "But I will find it! Our best bet is the only dungeon who has never bowed to Belladonna! The Dungeon of the Still Waters!"

"Still Waters?" I had heard about it! Heck, it was a dungeon from my homeland!

My homeland was not a region where it rained often. But when water collected under rocks, in dark, hidden places, where the ground was not so scorching hot that one couldn’t step on it barefoot, water still collected.

Nature is amazing that way!

But...

The water would soon turn poisonous! Because it wasn’t flowing. A breeding grounds for parasites, poisonous fungi, and it was dirty, besides.

And in the center of that wasteland, as I hated to admit to my cradle being, was the Dungeon of Still Waters!

Methuselah once told me that if someone went inside, then that someone was never, ever, going to survive for more than three days.

It didn’t matter how fresh your water was when you entered! Lamia, the Dungeon Core of the Dungeon of Still Waters, was going to turn it rancid!

No rune could survive her mana!

"I will go, have her join us! Belladonna will fall!" Wrath looked at the platter with the meat but did not fill his bowl again. "Sylvan... after Belladonna is defeated, will you let me court you?"

I blinked. Aron stood up. Wrath just sighed.

"And you as well, Aron! I heard... I heard that there is such a thing called the Foodie Nymph Harem! And that everyone in it gets to eat your mana rich food, Sylvan!"

Oh... he was after more power.

Still, I couldn’t tell him no outright. So, I decided to be a bit tricker than that!

"How about you get to know me first?"

It was a tale as old as time: You tell the guy who was crushing on you, or on your cooking, apparently, that you needed time.

Then you tell him that you needed more time.

Then you introduce him to the one who was crushing on him!

Because even a drake like me couldn’t help but notice how Drusilla, the very Mistress of Pain and Torture herself, was eyeing me so, as if she was considering cutting me into tiny pieces and grilling me.

"Oh... but I still get food, don’t I?" Wrath smiled at me. It was even a smile which, had Wrath been a shark, would have been considered natural on his lips.

It spoke volumes about the dungeon core that I considered sharks cuter than him...

"Why don’t you go with Drusilla?" She blinked, but I was already picking up speed! "You are both warriors! I have Aron!"

Wrath sized Aron up, then took the whole platter with the meat and shrugged.

"You could have just told me no," oh, snap. That didn’t sound good for my prospects to live to 5,001 years! "Dru, come on! By the way... do you want to marry me?"

I blinked. Was Wrath just looking for a spouse all that time? No matter who that was?

"And to learn to cook from Sylvan!"

Oh... Drusilla was going to murder me.

But, on the bright side, they were the strongest dungeon cores in the whole world! So...

So, I just hoped that they were going to come back alive.

The Dungeon of Still Waters was something even Methuselah feared.

The tree which had weathered countless storms.

The tree which had survived for more than 10,000 years in the most dangerous desert in the world:

Scorching Ice.