The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 111: The Governor’s Dead Wife & The Infinite Abyss

Chapter 111: The Governor’s Dead Wife & The Infinite Abyss

"Dressing light as always, huh, Celeste?"

"Yep!"

Celeste spun around in the corridor. She wore a martial arts robe with red stripes, a skirt, and a pair of bandages as shoes.

Tradition of the Waraker tribe to dress with the minimum for movements.

"Cute, right?"

"Subject remained prideful after stubbornness not to wear proper shoes instead."

"Oh, please. My skin is thick enough!" Celeste chuckled. "Had a good night, Uncle Demond~?"

The Witch blushed; her husband held back a chuckle.

"A child...shouldn’t have too many speculations." Demond coughed twice.

"Miss Demond...we recommend honesty instead of embarrassing yourself."

"Shut it."

With a chaotic exchange, they all headed downstairs for breakfast.

"Hello, Miss Serte." The Witch pulled back a stool. "The tavern seemed desolate today."

"As usual." The bartender eyed the empty tables, then looked back at the Witch. "Menus?"

"Scrambled eggs and sausages, please."

"Same here with my wife."

"I will have honeyed ham and chocolate milk to start the day!"

"A glass of milk."

A nod. A turn to the mini kitchen behind her. As efficient as always.

"Dungeon Opening Day always has people...cough, scrambling." A couple groans. Except for Android, which missed it.

The Witch raised a brow to Celeste. "Everyone seemed too hurried?"

"It is their livelihood after all! Even the auction golds from the 1st Floor treasures could yield you a nice farm." Celeste took the chocolate milk from Setre.

"Allow this Android a question." 991 sat upright. "How were the Dungeon’s laws and orders? I find it hard to believe to...contain human greed in this circumstance."

Perhaps it’s the sensitivity or carefulness nurtured from a sheltered life.

991 asked with pure curiosity.

"Oh. No worries." Celeste smirked. "Each adventurer carried a surveillance crystal distributed by the guards when entering."

"A surveillance crystal?" The Witch squinted. "Trustworthy?"

"We had to. But most of the adventurers were quite friendly, and those who aren’t...well."

Celeste shuddered before glancing away. "Let’s just say they were dealt with swiftly."

"Swiftly? So, what happened?" The Witch’s tone became heavier.

"Uh-uh...adventurers’ code! It was-"

"It was nothing, Honourable guests."

Two scrambled eggs and orange juice were placed. "There was a week when Governor Malorne led the Knights himself to... ’clean the streets of vermin’. It was a bloodbath, but a necessary one."

"You seem rather supportive." The Witch picked her fork.

"From what I gather, most of them deserved it. And I would claim it was not thorough since some of them managed to get away scott-free."

Setre sighed. "A towering number of nobles protested. But Malorne refused them all. The town has been quiet for several weeks, but eventually all of the nobles went back to auction nonetheless."

"

"Seems too profitable." Adrei sipped the orange juice. "I understand artefacts from a lost Dwarven Ruin are tempting, but would it warrant them to put down the nobles’ pride and stubbornness?"

"Of course not. This is why Malorne made another deal. A secret one."

A slight smile. An index finger over her lips.

"I could not tell, though. What I will only say is that as long as the Adventurers were not harmed, I deem it necessary."

"Secret deal...is it?"

The modern mind of the Witch Demond scowled. Adventurers...Infinite Dungeon...dangers...excitement...

...surveillance crystal.

"Ah." The Witch sighed as she took another bite. "Bunch of bureaucrats."

"Hm?" Celeste jolted as the honeyed ham was delivered. "You figured what it is, Uncle Demond?! Even Setre refused to tell me that!"

"Shush, brat. You’ll 100% make a fuss if you know." Demond glared at Setre, not from anger but from a little annoyance. "Are you sure that dealing remains...clean?"

"On my reputation as a backline supplier and supporter for nearly a hundred adventurers, yes." Setre delivered the cup of milk to 991. "An insult? Perhaps. But I have personally monitored the situation. There were no more dealings further than that."

"And that somehow transpires, trusts in you?" Demond tilted her head.

"The opposite. It is because of the distrust and imperfection that I find Malorne more trustworthy." Setre casually wiped a glass. "If one’s record is too clean, it will only yield suspicion to pry open the mask instead."

Adrei frowned. "I won’t debate philosophy, however, the possibilities opened for more ’dealings’ from Malorne if he is willing."

"Who knows? I’m just a small backliner, a bartender with too many supplies to spare." A clink. Then another plate. "As long as those adventurers are safe, I will refrain from any complaint."

"Guess so..." Demond heaved a deep sigh. "I’m not one to argue. Just merely checking the situation."

"And I respect it." Setre nodded while eying the surroundings. "Many restrained themselves when topics like this came up. I’m glad I could help."

"No issue. And hey." The Witch smirked. Bite. "Your food is delicious."

"It’s a mere scrambled egg, but it’s this bartender’s greatest joy to hear." The bartender’s lips were tugged into a small smile.

"Eh...smooth, Uncle Demond..." Celeste stared deadpan at the Witch.

"Brat. Eat your ham quietly." A hand chop. A chuckle in response.

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After breakfast, the four set off not to the dungeon, but to the marketplace for supplies.

"Even here..." the Witch’s lips curled up wryly. "That smile haunted me..."

Right beside her was a stall full of Alice Plushies, her daughter’s shadow forever chasing her.

"Ah. That’s right! Almost forgot."

Celeste bolted out, then bowed to the Witch. "Thank you for mentoring such a fantastic hero, Uncle Demond!"

"Fantastic? Her?" The Witch’s spine itched to crane in pressure and embarrassment.

"Of course! Uh...there may be a few cities and towns destroyed in between...but hey, at least the demons were all gone!"

Adrei glanced away in complete silence, shrouding herself with guilt.

"My-my pleasure...hehehehe...." The Witch resisted the urge to smack Celeste’s mouth right now.

"Calculation dictated: Ending the war with only a few towns as casualties was efficiency overload, Miss Demond."

Another shudder. The Witch turned to the Hooded Android. "Are you sure about that?"

"I can’t claim the same with my sisters." 991 shook her head. "We did proceed to hide ourselves after hearing of Alice’s...velocity and unpredictability, yet centuries of wars ended in 2 years were massively impressive."

...the Witch felt as if she heard something incredibly unfunny, but the Android’s matter-of-fact tone allowed it to slide.

"In any case, let us set off for some intel. Adrei." The Witch patted her husband’s back. "Stop sulking."

"Hehe...of course."

After a tired chuckle shared by the couple, they headed off for a couple of chats.

Celeste had a portal storage similar to Elsara’s, so the four settled for some succours, water, and camping equipment.

The Witch and the Dragon asked for intel about Malorne along the way and found some interesting intel.

"Malorne built this town for his...deceased wife?"

"Exactly." An old man packed up some spices before handing them. "Man’s praised around here, but also a little honest."

"Honest?"

"He was looking for a resurrection artefact from the Dwarven Ruin!" the old man nodded heavily.

"Hm..." Adrei cupped her chin. "How long has his wife been buried for?"

"About 20 years! She died in the Dragonsong War!"

Talk about tragedies...Demond’s shoulders were a little more burdened.

"Then it would be...impossible to resurrect her."

Adrei sighed. "Resurrection Rituals are only accessible to very few individuals like the Saintess. And all...could not resurrect a target after 12-24 hours."

"Public knowledge, Miss. This old man knows." He waved off. "Alright, alright. It’s kind of a taboo topic, so shoo shoo. I want my stall undisturbed by a sudden guard’s inspection."

The four nodded to each other before finally heading off to the Infinite Dungeon.

"Miss Demond. Miss Adrei."

"...I sympathise, 991." Adrei turned. "But you know full well Ressurrection Ritual could not apply to the <Drowned>."

"I...understood." 991 hanged her head. "We knew full well after all these years it would be impossible."

Celeste glanced at her newly found Android friend, stretched out her hand before retracting it.

She knew not her struggles or stories. She would respect boundaries for now.

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Across the Southern Street, right in the middle of the circular town, lay an abyss.

"Wow..." Demond kicked a stone, as it sank into the bottomless darkness. "More massive than I thought."

The Edge of Abyss, stretching on from one end to another, separates both Northern and Southern districts into two halves.

That is the Entrance to the Infinite Dungeon of Soverignheim.

"And falling to it is cinematic too." Celeste grinned. "Scared, Uncle Demond?"

"I have sniped a Dragon 7000 feet away from the ground, Celeste. This much is simple."

Demond tapped Adrei. "Smell anything?"

"...too deep. Or maybe there is a barrier hiding underneath." Adrei’s nose perked. "And not a single smell. Like all airs have been sucked in."

"Can’t sense anything from here either..." No <Color> was found in Demond’s eyes, as she merely shrugged. "Well, guess the only choice left then..."

With a smirk, she summoned her staff as she turned around.

"See you on the other side!"

Adrei chortled as Demond fell with her hair fluttering, before the three followed.

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