My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem
Chapter 1652

“Stop!” I shouted.

It all happened so quickly that no one was able to react. The Inquisitor leaped forward, a knife being pulled from her robes. Cici tried to move, and the Inquisitor sliced right through her. She cried out as she fell to the side. It was Eliana she was lunging for. Eliana only managed a step back before she grabbed onto her, and then spun her around with a knife to her neck.

The room turned into a cacophony as Alysia and First pulled their weapons. The lionesses outside heard the commotion and several ran in too. This pushed the Inquisitor back until she was in a corner, her knife held to Eliana’s neck as she held her in the corner.

“What are you doing?” Anne cried out.

“Hehe… my job…” She laughed.

“M-mast…” That was the only word I heard as I looked down to see Cici convulsing on the ground.

“What’s wrong with her?” Chance cried out, falling to her knees and grabbing the other girl.

She pulled open her dress where it was cut, revealing a wound that was quickly growing dark, black tendrils reaching out from the wound menacingly.

“Malacrum,” I growled.

Anne gave me a look, and I nodded. She went down to her knees and began casting spells. Cici’s body glowed for a moment, and her convulsions decreased, but her wound was still growing.

“She’s quite resistant to miasma. A normal person would have already been dead.” The inquisitor chuckled, then shot the others a warning glare as she held the knife against Eliana’s neck.

First and Alysia stiffened, but they did hold back.

“Why are you doing this?” Eliana spoke, using her diplomatic voice.

“Why? Because she’s one of us, fool.” The voice seemingly came out of nowhere, but as a portal opened up right next to the inquisitor, my worse suspicions were proved.

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A group of fey walked into the room, and in front of them was none other than the leader, Kaia, with a mocking grin on her face.

“You…” Anne’s expression darkened. “Inquisitor, why would you help the enemy?”

Kaia walked over and took the blade from the Inquisitor’s hand, dragging Eliana toward the portal. I tensed, but she stopped when she reached the entrance without stepping through. The inquisitor pulled back her hood, revealing her purple hair. Then, she lifted it, revealing pointed ears.

“I’m a fey, idiot. You are the enemy.” She smirked.

“B-but… you grew up here… the fey tribe are…” Anne started.

“Traitors… some of them.” Kaia shrugged. “Those that tried to ally here are all traitors, but some reached out to us. Some saw the signs and welcomed us with open arms. She was one of the first. All it took was a lack of a chest and you didn’t even ask any questions. Who would be better at deceiving than the person you assign to find out secrets?”

Anne silently shook her head, unable to accept it, even though it was as clear as day. I felt like a fool. She had purple hair and purple eyes, yet I hadn’t considered for a second that she was a threat to me. Whether it was Cici, Celeste, or any of the other fairy creatures I knew, such exotic colors didn’t stand out to me, but they were the most obvious way to determine a fey from a human. I had let her walk right in. Of course, she didn’t appear red on my map, but if anyone could do such a deception, wouldn’t it be an inquisitor?

“What do you want?” I demanded.

“Don’t be coy with me.” Kaia held one hand out in my direction, with the other holding the malacrum knife still pressed against Eliana’s neck. “Hand it over, the human lore.”