The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 112: My Niece Challenged Me to a Race, So Let’s Speedrun This Dungeon

Chapter 112: My Niece Challenged Me to a Race, So Let’s Speedrun This Dungeon

Breeze sliced through the Witch.

Through her eyes, a temporal black <Color> coiled.

It is familiar yet unfamiliar.

Like a memory from a long time ago.

Before she could figure out the cause, ashes coated her entire body.

The deeper she fell, the fainter her presence grew along with the weaker breeze.

Until she was no longer there.

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The Witch blinked open her eyes. A large, rocky cavern, with a ceiling reaching 200 feet tall.

And at the front lies a gate just as tall, sat two large Knight statues with hammers on their shoulders.

Besides them were several sigiled knights yawning.

"How perculiar..." The Witch noted the lack of adventurers. "Did they all advance already?"

"They all couldn’t wait, Uncle Demond."

A tap. The Witch glanced over her shoulder. "Didn’t notice a while till you’re here."

"Hehe...incredible, isn’t it?" Celeste stretched her arms, the Dragon and 991 behind her. "It was quite a performative teleport! Gives me shivers at first."

"Mhm." Demond’s eyes turned to Adrei who was frowning. "Spot anything?"

"..."

Adrei merely approached in silence.

"Is-is something wrong?"

"Nothing, my wife." Adrei sighed as she slumped her cheek onto her wife’s shoulder. "I felt something...keenly disgusting. That’s all."

"Hm...I also did."

Demond groaned as she petted the Dragon. "It’s probably no coincidence."

"Um...Uncle Demond...and Aunt Adrei..."

"Miss Demond." 991 pointed. "We should register first."

Celeste the naive spear Knight was hesitantly curious, while 991 remained indifferent.

Though both deemed the adults would tell them by the time came.

"Fine enough." Demond patted Adrei. "Let’s move."

"Mmm."

With a swoop, Adrei’s hand grasped hers.

"...there were still brats here."

"Oh. This is but a normal tradition by a married couple, isn’t it?"

The Witch rolled her eyes. "Lewd."

"Yep. Uncle Demond. Very lewd."

"Indeed. Miss Adrei. Really lewd."

"If you claim so." The Dragon chortled as she pulled the grumbling Witch.

The air was soggy, the wide cavern’s light source being the several lanterns hanging.

"Ah. Honoured guests."

The Knights bowed. "Welcome to the Infinite Dungeon of Sovereignheim."

"You know us?" The Witch frowned.

"Indeed. The Order from Governor Malorne was allow honoured guests to pass without surveilance crystal. Please enjoy the Dungeon."

Already announcing he was aware of our presence, huh?

"We will." Adrei’s arm slid on the contemplating Witch’s. "Tell Governor Malorne to send him our regards."

The guards nodded. "Along with two companions, is it? They too could require no surveilance crystal."

"Yay! I always assume the crystals to be fishy!"

"...should the Subject be confessing suspicion here?"

A cold sweat dripped from Celeste’s forehead as the Knights glanced away.

"Come on, you two." Demond sighed. "Try not to be rude when you meet other adventurers, will you?"

"I won’t Uncle Demond! I’m the pinnacle of discipline!"

"Naturally, I am as well."

The former complimented how she had two women at their reunion.

The latter boldly proclaimed how she could intercourse with her husband while she was at the front.

"Yeah...like hell I would trust."

These brats were just as volatile as her Alice. Demond leaned into her husband’s arm tiredly as the gate opened.

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"Strategies Survival Guide: 101! You don’t want to miss it!"

"Join this party to raid mobs’ equipments! Zero work benefits, all working days!"

"Map for the first half of the 1st floor! Availabe at Gold..."

"Wow." Demond mused. "As chaotic as I imagined."

Several camp-like stalls. A couple of adventurers piling. And a map-selling stall at the centre.

"Yep. They’re all scams. All scams!" Celeste nodded as if she found the most obvious fact in the World.

"..." Demond could sense a few glares on their way, but decided to ignore them.

"I have memorised the map at a glance." 991 glanced. "Buying it is not necessary as long as you can-"

"Shush!" Demond covered the Android’s lips. "Don’t Timmy there run out of business."

Fantastic. A loud-mouthed Airhead and a shameless Android.

"Let them be, Demond." Adrei’s eyes curved as her hand snaked around her wife’s again. "There will be hardly anyone as fast as us. A few bums here and there is best as an experience."

"I prefer bums that don’t tarnish my adventurer’s nostalgia, thank you very much." The Witch grumbled. "Alright. Chop chop. Let’s head off."

Dismissing sales deals, map-routing, party-scoutings, the four finally set off.

The Stony Cavern stretched onwards, lanterns flaring as they moved inwards.

Corpses of other mobs like goblins, knomes and droggers, all stabbed, sliced or hammered were scattered at every corner.

"Seems we’re late to the schedule." Demond observed. The corpses stinked a rotten smell that suggested it was placed there for a long, long time.

"The first floor to the third, from what I heard, couldn’t amount to much." Adrei’s finger casually circled Demond’s palm, unbothered. "From Floor 4 onwards were where Unqiue monsters like Water Elementals or Werewolves appear."

"Yep. Most of the extinct species in the Dragonsong War could be found here!" Celeste swung her arm, excited.

"A rather unqiue opportunity." 991 tilted her head to dodge the arm. "Given the smells, shapes, sizes...hm, would it not need a massive amount of energy to operate this Dungeon?"

"In the first place," the former adventurer Demond cited. "Most of the Dungeons relied on the final boss as a ’pseudo battery’. In other words, there must be one at the end of this so-called Infinite Dungeon as well."

"Would it not suggest this Dungeon is not infinite after all?"

"Well, I’m just assuming the structure is like all the other Dungeons I’ve conquered with my comrades. Take it with a grain of salt."

Demond’s tone, however, remained resolute. "Though the fact there remained a battery doesn’t change. It is likely at the deepest part of the Dungeon."

With a few more chatters for the Android’s curiosity (interrupted sometimes by Celeste’s yawning), they have arrived at another door.

"Oh."

Celeste raised her brows smirking. "Seems they have killed it. As fast as always."

The boss, an orc the size of five-men tall, was lying on the floor bloodied.

At the end of the room, two golden plates of blue flames floated, as a blue portal with an eye of a demon threatened to lure anyone in.

"How ominous." The Witch remarked, boringly gliding her husband’s hand.

"Hehe. Just for a second floor."

Celeste then slapped 991’s shoulder. "Say. Why don’t we make a race?"

"Ha?" Demond raised her brow.

"You and Adrei. Me and 991." Celeste smirked. "That Orc’s corpse is still fresh, meaning-"

"Brat." A smirk curled up as the Witch let go of the Dragon’s hand. "You’ll lose by a large margin."

"It’s the experience that counts." Celeste giggled. "How is it? Interested?"

"This subject seemed to have roped me into an unwilling proposition..." 991 squinted at Celeste.

"Ah..." Celeste coughed twice. "Any... objection?"

"None here if my wife is entertained." Adrei pinched the Witch’s cheek which blushed.

"I would complain." 991 eyed the puppy-sulking look from Celeste. "But a certain subject would be annoyed. So let us begin."

"Yay! Love you, 991!"

A huge hug. A dodge. A plop to the ground.

"O-ouch..." Celeste held the nose on the floor.

"Alright. You brats." Demond smiled as she summoned her staff. "We’ll head off first."

"Ah-wa-wait! Let me discuss strategy-"

"Too late!"

Demond headed straight in the portal, with Adrei following who left them with a wink.

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A stone pavement. Smooth cement walls. A wide cave path.

"Feels like an orge’s ruin. Adrei?"

"I’m readied."

"Then let’s move!"

Two smiles met. And two sets of steps bolted.

Air glided with them. Echoes Adventurers’ weapons clashing with steels drummed in their ears.

"Adrei, handle the left."

A puff of flame scorched kobolds.

A sprinkle of ice birds froze goblins.

Ice path traced as flames followed. Both danced a syncing rhythm combined with claws and icicles slashing through their paths.

From the tiny goblins to the gigantic orcs, all scorched or froze without a spared glance.

"Oh. Two ogres."

A twirl of staff. A slide of wooden tip against the ground.

Two pairs of massive feet froze. A dragon smirked.

A jump. Claws slashed. Two heads fell.

They continued dashing.

Gasps of surprise. Screams of monsters’ pain. All irrelevant for their paths.

A few more icicles and clawings later, they arrived before a door.

Smash.

The Dragon kicked through it.

"A giant hound, huh?"

The Witch smirked as she raised her staff. No need for <Fairytale>.

A twirl of wooden staff. Icy fogs conjured.

Precision achieved. Ice formed at the knees as the hound buckled.

"And with that..."

Another raise of staff. An ice spear sent through the air. The Dragon followed.

Stab.

The eye splattered.

Swipe.

The claw decapitated its head.

"And...finish."

The Hound’s head fell with a plop.

"Hm...too simple for a warm-up." The Witch grumbled. "As expected of early floors."

"Are you sure this is not bullying?"

"Shut it." The Witch shrugged. "I call this a learning experience."

"Ah! You two!"

Celeste huffed as she rushed. "Oi! Wait for me you-"

"Oh managed to catch up? Not bad."

The Witch turned with Adrei. "Let’s try another."

"Ah come o-"

Celeste’s scream was cut short as the couple entered another portal.