Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 95: The Rain Begins To Fall

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: The Rain Begins To Fall

The world smelt fresh, somehow. Why shouldn’t it? Alexios was dead, probably, or so I hoped, at any rate.

Lexus, the oldest nymph and the one who was keeping the World Tree alive, was back in said tree.

Being forced to micromanage stuff like the weather, the acidity of the soil, and the barrier between languages.

The last one was a bit of a dick move from him because I felt that if we all spoke the same language, we would finally stop trying to kill one another, but he found it as important as keeping Belladonna busy with his whining.

And since I wanted Wrath to have some time and sent off Drusilla, I let Lexus be Lexus.

Wrath...

He was dressed in black. Before, he was dressed in Black and Gold. So, as if he were a necromancer.

For all I knew, he might actually be one. But he wasn’t making any moves to revive Drusilla.

No, he just took off his axe, placed it by the Tree of Memories, and then knelt before the corpse of the woman he probably had hoped to have a future with.

"It never gets easy, does it?" It was a strange thing for a man like him to say. But I still knelt by him.

It was a private affair.

Wrath didn’t know Aron, or if he did, probably did so from the former vampire’s days by Belladonna’s side.

Amdis was our enemy’s nephew, and Wrath is Wrath... is Felix.

This wasn’t about me, or my loves, or even about Wrath. This was about Drusilla, who was going to be carried off.

"No," I was thinking about Methuselah as I said it. Funny how life is, isn’t it?

There your ally was, dead and rotting, and you thought about someone who had chosen to die.

I was so...

The teleportation rune sounded, both Wrath and I looked at him. That Dungeon Master.

He was... old.

The very picture of a father who had lost his only child.

My gaze sunk to the floor. For all I knew, this man might have elevated Drusilla to the status of a dungeon core.

Maybe, and even though I didn’t want to think it, I still did, he was someone who was there for her.

Just for her.

And here we were, Wrath and I, standing by her. Not having done enough to bring her back to him, healthy and hale.

"Hey, Norman," it was an old name for an old man. I almost wished that he was a Timothy or even Valentine, but no.

He had to be serious. He had to be Norman.

"Felix," I blinked. For all that I expected that Wrath was going to bring his axe on the poor old man, he did not. "You git! Look at that nymph! He is going to cry!"

Wait, I asked myself. Did that mean that this old man and Drusilla had a falling off?

Or was Drusilla, who was the dungeon core of the Dungeon of Pain, really a bad person?

Despite not siding with Belladonna?

"Man, Norman! I wanted him to say something nice about Dru!"

I was slowly beginning to piece everything together, but my brain was trying to tell me it was too cruel.

That not even Wrath was going to stoop so low!

"Well, good! Then he can fork over the mana!" Norman sat by me, taking a hold of my hand.

A needle went into my pinky, one drop of mana rich blood fell on Drusilla, Wrath kissed her and then...

"You son of a..." before I could utter the last one, Norman had his hand over my mouth.

"These two are Wrath and Drusilla," he told me with a straight face. "And it is your fault Dru died. So, Wrath just decided to get even."

"Look," Wrath was smiling.

He was... he was...

I wanted to ring his neck like a chicken’s and then use him to make broth!

"I had to scare you, ok? But you didn’t get scared. You are brave. Which is why Dru, and I will block off Belladonna from getting to Lexus. And soon, without him, she’ll die on her own! You’re welcome!"

And then the two were off.

"They’ve been married for the past one hundred years," Norman began to fill in the gaps. "And have done this for the past fifty."

"Why...?" I couldn’t understand it. I would never have done this to Aron. Then again, Aron and I were soulmates. And those two were female dogs!

"She needs to make him suffer for her; he wants to scare her. But, you see," Norman patted me on the head so, as if I had just taken off a dunce hat from there. "They love each other. You were the canvas on which Wrath painted his horror for Drusilla, and Drusilla painted the pain she wanted Wrath to feel because of it for Wrath."

I still couldn’t understand. It must have been obvious because Norman patted me again.

"Lamia is no tiny grass snake," another lie... man, Felix was like an onion.

A rotten one! One which not even my skill could bring back to being good enough for kebab!

"But she, my boy, is dead," he patted me once more. "Now, I don’t want you to make enemies, but now that Belladonna is out of the picture, and your system is back but on vacation, I dare say that you should think about punishing Wrath... and getting back at Drusilla."

"What do you get out of it?" I snapped.

He shrugged, smiling with lips so chapped, I thought the poor man didn’t even know what water was.

"Vengeance," then he, too, went away.

"Oh, that’s something I’ll get," and I vowed I would. I really did. "But..."

Brandon and Doran were still in the World Dungeon. Belladonna was far from dead. Why go to the trouble of killing her, when her mana reserves were going to be used up in...

"Hey, Sylvan," it was Lexus. Strange. Normally, he never called. "Belladonna is leeching off the dragon."

Oh, for fuck’s sake!