Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 94: The Stone Heart

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: The Stone Heart

I was preparing Dru for her final journey as Wrath, whom I had to remind myself was named Felix, a name of luck, a name of joy, was eating the soup.

He was taking his time, his mana keeping Lamia locked there, behind the wall.

"You know, it would have been nice if we had women in the harem," he began, as he slurped some more soup. "And, for all that Dru didn’t act so, as if she were one of the boys, you would have liked her."

I nodded, combing through Drusilla’s dark locks. Wanting to return their shine to them.

"Why do you only let men in?" It was a strange question. One to which I had never given thought.

Why did I only let men in my harem? Surely, I simply didn’t find women appealing?

"I don’t know? They don’t confuse me," but Wrath was confusing me. And this was strange. Because, as much as I didn’t want him to be so confusing, he was.

"Oh? I guess," he hummed, as he took the last of his soup. "What are you going to do with the snake’s tail?"

I could hear his next question. It didn’t even matter what I was going to answer. No, this was just a formality.

"I don’t know," I didn’t want to see another dead woman here, where I loved and cooked, cooked and loved. "How about you don’t bring it in my dungeon?"

"Sylvan," he murmured, as he touched the wall. There, once the stone crumbled through his fingers like sand, I saw it: A charred mess.

Lamia had been no Naga.

It was no wonder why no one had ever seen her. Why she had no problem with living there, in the Dungeon of Still Waters.

The snake, which might have been a dungeon master once, was just that: a snake.

Not even a giant one.

But what did it matter?

She was dead. A charred mess of scales and bones.

"I would still appreciate it, F... Wrath," I looked through his eyes at the second-strongest dungeon core there was. A dungeon core he had cooked alive. Using the protective tunnels of the core’s own cave as an oven.

It all made sense. There was no sense for the walls to be so thin that they would be used as a hiding spot.

Unless, of course, the walls were not thin, but rather thick. With small tunnels running across them. So, as if nature itself had created them.

Lamia was no Naga. She was a snake.

I curled up, but there were no tears streaming down my cheeks. How could there be? It was my fault.

What right did I have to cry?

"Sylvan?" Aron, kind and gentle Aron, was by my side in an instant. He hugged me, kissing the crown of my head. "You couldn’t have known."

Amdis, as much as I didn’t want to see it, was looking at us with a confused look. I could understand the fairy.

First, he comes in here for power, then he gets married, now there is a dungeon core on the floor, and suddenly, his new husband is a wreck.

If I were Amdis, I would have said to hell with it all.

But I wasn’t Amdis. I was Sylvan, who couldn’t even say he was a drake anymore, because I had sent Wrath and Drusilla against something I could have convinced to join me with a rat!

One that wasn’t even cooked!

I hit the ground.

"Darn it!" I knew that I was never going to find peace. I knew that after Belladonna, there would be someone else.

My mind began to imagine Solas in dark robes, a wicket sword in his hand, demanding everyone go to debtor’s jail.

Or even Pan, the son I had never held in my arms as a baby, using his dungeon to do evil.

But I knew that it wasn’t going to be that simple. Belladonna must have replaced Aron.

The boss mob would become a dungeon master after her death, or even the new World System.

Edda was gone.

The bloody nymph who was supposed to look after his own tree was in a garden, of all things, planting tomatoes!

Wait...

I began to blink. There was no reason why I should know that Lexus was planting tomatoes. He was in Pan’s dungeon. In the Nymph Union, yes, but without Edda I didn’t even feel Pan!

The teleportation rune, the last one I hadn’t burned through because God forbid I actually learned how to recharge those, was my last link to Wrath.

To Felix.

"Lexus!" I yelled. So, help the worm if he had been able to hear me the entire time. He should be the equivalent of a king among nymphs! I should have realized that sooner, but I had not.

Because I had been doing useless things meant to make children with men!

"Yes, Sylvan?" Lexus asked so, as if my misery meant nothing to him.

"Do you still have a connection to the World Tree, Lexus?" I spat out his name. Wanting to tear him limb from limb.

I could feel it in his mana as he shuddered!

"Just like you still have a connection to Methuselah’s ashes," the oldest nymph in the world told the second oldest.

It was so...

Dru was dead. Lexus could have used the World Tree to tell us what Lamia was!

And... wait, I asked myself then how a snake, a tiny snake who lived in a sewer with still waters in a region so forgotten by everyone, a tree managed to live for 10,000 years before getting chopped down, managed to get a name.

"Belladonna!" This time, I was someone who was going to kick ass and take names. "Lexus!"

He jumped, the tomato seeds which he was going to use for seedlings falling to the ground. Away from the tiny pots, which looked system bought.

"Lexus," I said, my voice sweet like sugar. "In your tree with you!"

He vanished from the garden. I could feel Belladonna’s joy from here.

And then... I placed a barrier around the git.

Letting Belladonna be distracted, so I could plan.

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