Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 87: New Skill!

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: New Skill!

I got a new skill! And a new husband as well, I suppose.

But that horny fairy, who is feeling the full brunt of my itch, is Aron’s problem now! Kind of him to give me the skill: Clear Mind!

It can activate once per day, but here is the real catch: it sucks out 1 mana point per minute to stay active!

The tourists... well, I’m feeding them.

Now, maybe it is not humane to keep them in the Forest of Forget-Me-Nots, but their days go something like this! Here, a system screen! We can do this like a documentary! And...

Just as I was about to use my wisest type of voice, Aron threw his boot at me!

"Sylvan, let the tourists go! They are not evil, and it is Sunday afternoon. I am sure that they have to go to work on Monday morning."

It was even true. I sighed.

"But I want a clear mind," I mumbled, as I weighed the pros and cons of driving my fairy slave... uhm, husband, into doing favors for Aron, so the man would be distracted.

It wasn’t even going to be anything against his will! The man jumped Aron’s bones five times before I even injected him with my sex drive!

Man... how was I cooking with that much tension in me? Or was it that... cooking, my one true love, was taking the edge off?

"Ok, I’ll let them go," I took back the itch. The fairy wasn’t coping well with it, anyway. "And... well, we are married..."

He smirked; I took a cutting board and some slightly soft onions.

"Are you going to cook?" He was disbelief incarnate!

I found him adorable.

"Look, at the very least, Mr. Seducer, I need to know what to call you. You might be a prince," which I doubted by that point. He was a fairy, but that didn’t make him royalty.

No royalty would have come to me in a see-through corset and fur-lined shorts.

"Amdis," now, my elven was rusty, but even I knew what that meant!

"Eternal? Is that why you came here? So, you can live up to your name?" It was a strange thing for him to do. If he wanted to be eternal, he should have just gone to Belladonna, and she would have offered him a contract.

Hm...maybe he had tried that, seen what she had become, and come to me instead?

"The World Tree has a nymph," Amdis began, as he sat himself by me. "One I am sure doesn’t want to be a dungeon core anymore. But you... you are a dungeon core who has enough mana to become the dungeon core of the World Dungeon!"

"Ah, hell nah!" Like hell I’ll put myself in some tunnel, to babysit some nymph who couldn’t even keep to his tree! "Amdis, I am not a man of loose morals!"

He blinked, looked at Aron, then at himself, now fully clothed, and then began to raise fingers.

Slowly

"You, my dear Sylvan," why was he beginning to rise the fingers of his other hand? What, did he think that I needed a harem bigger than a horselord Sultan’s? "Are a man of very, very, loose morals. But... how did you manage to get Wrath, the Dungeon Core of the Dungeon of Horror, to marry you?"

Now, that was news for me. After all, Wrath had asked Drusilla, the dungeon core of the Dungeon of Pain, to be his wife! It even happened right in front of me, and...

I got a system screen. It had Wrath’s sigil on it! It read:

"Honey, we are starving in here! Please, send food!"

So, I did.

But the honey part made me waver. Were we really married? Was that why Aron was not here, in the Tree of Memories, when I needed him during the talk with Wrath?

While Wrath had... eaten an entire platter of slightly off kebab. Which might or might not give him indigestion.

It wasn’t very clear to me what I was going to do with him. Or even why I was going to do what I was going to do, once I figured out what that was, with myself!

Because... Wrath had earned his name. Had another, probably a prettier one, before he ended up with this one.

But that is all a problem for the future me!

Right now, I needed to make sure that my two champions were fed!

I activated the rune for the flatbreads, which were a pain to make because I had to make them from buckwheat flour!

For something that happened when someone added just salt, water, and the flour and then just sprinkled oil on top of the flatbread, it was a horror and a half!

The flatbreads threatened to fall apart in my hands the entire time!

I got fed up after the third one ended up becoming the third and fourth one while I was flipping it, so I got Nick to put a glue rune on the dough.

Last time I cook with buckwheat, I tell you what!

Even if the dungeon core in the video managed to bake with the stuff just fine. Maybe I was simply not good enough to make bread out of something that had no gluten?

Gluten... glue...

I shook my head! This was not the time to think about something that would require a potion’s master!

Desmond could eat his quinoa cake and be happy that at least one thing managed to look like bread when it was not out of a gluten flour.

I sighed.

Man, poor Desmond. I wondered then why he got allergic to a staple food.

Then I shook my head again.

Ok! So, they must have been going around in the stinky dungeon, sorry, lady Lamia, for about an hour now!

Legend had it that Lamia switched the entrance every so often.

Just like Belladonna!

There was only one thing to do! I needed to make sure that they stayed hydrated!

It was time to cook a simple soup!