The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 113: Dungeon Warm-up: Fastest Date in the Kingdom

Chapter 113: Dungeon Warm-up: Fastest Date in the Kingdom

The next dungeon: a volcano with coarse sands and scorching air that steamed mist in the air.

"So it’s not merely caverns?"

The Dragon’s eyes swept over. Sky that reached high enough for the <Divine Realm>, apocalyptic mountains where everything is buried in volcanic dust

Compared to the Southern Fire Dragon, this place was a tourist attraction that would not suffice to even be a hot tub.

The fire mountains she ’buried’ her father is far hotter than this.

"Adrei!"

Her wife yelled, dashing ahead with each footstep imprinting on the dusty ground. "Hurry up!"

She watched as the witch weaved icy birds before sending them off.

Flame elementals rose from ashes, swarming with a fervent rage to consume.

And yet...

Splash.

Icy birds froze every last one of them, their tides of rage condensed to nothing but more ice sculptures.

Adrei shrugged as she ran.

"Feeling hurried?"

Swipe. Slash.

Two embodiments of flames sliced cleanly without a trace. Adrei’s rushing visage spared not even a glance.

"Absolutely!"

Splash. Another frozen.

The Witch gazed over her shoulder. "Lose to brats, and I will have honeyed ham for the rest of my life tonight!"

Swipe. Another fire clawed off.

"What gives? Crushing competition will only demotivate the younglings."

Elementals surrounded them. Some with bandaged fires like an ill-begotten patient, some with rotten skins that carried a raging inferno.

The Witch’s shoulders shook. "Then..."

Demond raised her staff, icy mana pulsing before slamming onto the sands.

Ice gusts swirled around them like a tornado, howling a foreboding of an ice age.

The Witch’s staff swiped up from the dust.

Spread.

Gusts flew outwards, air screeching like a banshee. Sands glistening frost bites.

Glitters of ice cackled on the elementals, irrational rages calmed as they were frostbite climbed from their toes.

Stab.

Torso, arm, heads, all impaled by icicles, as the elementals ashened away.

The blue wind disappeared as if the banshee nodded, waning away to leave behind a field of ice.

"We would speedrun till the start of the 10th floor."

Demond smirked. "Shall we grab some popcorn when the brats arrive?"

Adrei blinked, then her lips curled up to mirror her wife’s. "Even the Dragon Younglings had better treatment than yours, my wife."

"Then get used to it."

"For our child, too?"

A breath hitched in the Witch’s throat as she coughed twice, mingling with the imagination of an unforeseen future. "Well..."

"Do not forget it will be you who bear my seeds, Demond."

"I know, I know..."

The Witch gritted her teeth before her stuttering steps bolted away, the ice tapping as fast as her heartbeats.

"Hurry up or I will abandon you."

Adrei’s lips shivered to hold back a chuckle, before her steady jog stalked from behind, her playfully lustful gaze on the swaying hips and the reddened ears.

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A few steps forward. Another batch of flame elementals summoned.

A few more steps, a raise of staff and claw.

A few steps ahead, leaving behind frozen or disintegrated fires.

"Oh."

The ice paths that trailed along the sand stopped, the Witch’s bare feet rubbing against the hot sand as she glanced up at the gate,

"Adrei."

Smack.

The Dragon kicked it open.

On a circular arena surrounded by scorching lava, A red-lizzardman with saw blades awaited them. Veins of red patterned through the steel like a motherboard.

"Dwarven weapons?"

The Witch raised a brow. "Ah...must have been the kind of loots the nobles were searching for."

The Lizardman yelled across the room, as the Witch groaned and pointed.

An ice bird weaved and flown.

Splash.

The Lizardman was frozen stiff.

Adrei lept.

Swipe.

The scaled head fell on the ashen ground.

The tongue darted out mid-roar like a forgotten cry, the lava still flowing indifferently, the hissing sands beneath the only choir for the lizardly struggle.

"Hm..."

The Witch approached. "Dwarven Weaponry often could not be afforded or handled by monsters... this manner of intricacy..."

A tinge of regret soured her mood. She should’ve let the monster fight more to witness if the unhinged monster knew how to use the weapon.

"Ah well."

The staff tapped body, the ice withering off from the rough, batched skin. The weaponries fell with a plop to the ground.

The Witch kneeled as her finger carrassed the pattern, eyes fuelled by mana examining the <Color> behind the weaponry, the signature blues toiling in her vision.

"Undine’s Magic...combined with the Android’s intricate crafts on the blade..."

The Witch flipped it over, the pattern flowed like the Western Rivers, yet...

"No golden hues or <color>...so no Divine Mana..."

"Wife?"

"Eh...it’s nothing."

The Witch sighed as she tossed the blade aside and stood, brushing dusts off her skirt. "Smell anything weird so far?"

"None."

"Alright. Then let’s move."

For now, they shall focus on the race. Investigation can come along with the combats.

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Another step into the devilish portal. Another unique terrain. This time of a dense forest admist the dawning sunlight.

Icicles thrown with precision. Claws swiped with brutaility. Dance of grace and rawness flowed. Serpents, gorillas or armored hobgoblins either frozen or chopped to pieces.

Icy path glistened as it approached the gate. The boss room once again.

A kick of the door.

A large, white-scaled serpent hissed. Venomous teeth dripping acids-

Splash.

An icy bird splattered in the mouth, the creature wiggled with her weapon frozen.

Adrei lept, her claws sharpened.

Slash.

Another’s blood splattered. Another head fallen.

"No weaponry this time, huh?"

The duo dashed past as the serpent fell with a plop, before they jumped into another portal.

A forgotten temple with creaking stone golems.

A narrow cave with with dirty kobolds with dusted pickaxes.

A spiraling staircase with wobbling marionette.

A foggy clearing with red-eyed werewolves.

All of them either shattered by ice, or clawed through by the Dragon.

Bosses were left with no mercy either.

The Stone Temple Knight were impaled by an ice spear.

The Kobold King was simply frozen till the coldness suffocated its lungs.

The puppetmaster was blasted a hole by a Dragon’s kick.

The one-eyed great wolf was worse, frozen and punched into pieces.

The couple dominated one dungeon after another, leaping into one portal after another in less than 3 minutes.

The tutorial yielded no struggles for both veterans of the Dragonsong War, both even held hand-in-hand as if treating this like a date with extra flavors.

And at the end of Floor 9...a shadow, headless horseman with a familir veined greatsword towered over them, in the middle of a nightly collesium.

<Ice Blast>.

Explosive ice shot, steal blocked as the ice was splintered-

into a thousand ice needles, stabbing the armor and the horse’s hide.

The mount fell with a pained scream, as the winged Dragon dashed through the air and lept.

Clink. Adrei’s impale was blocked before the steel, frowning at the struggling horseman. Impressive strength, for a tutorial boss.

Cackle. Veined steel cracked, as the claw rended through the blade and cleaved through the horseman’s chest.

The Peacekeeper landed with grace as two halves of the sword crumbled onto the mud, the Witch’s sigh in tow with the Horseman disspaiting into the air.

"Destroy another sword, and we might have a massive repayment coming our way, you know?"

"Do not worry." Adrei smirked. "The Dragon’s Council has an exceptional accountant."

A certain azure-eyed Dragon sneezed.

"Pft. Don’t let anyone catching you with that."

Adrei smirked as the Witch approached, before she snaked her arms around her waist. "Careful much?"

"Careful as if. Just a suggestion not to be like Alice."

Demond leaned into the embrace grumbling. "I don’t want to deal with two troubling family members."

"Oh please. Do not worry."

The Dragon snuggled the Witch’s cheek, the gentleness was unlike the force the claw raking through the mobs like pancakes.

Her wife stilled her head mumbling complaints, but never pulled away. This bit was already tame compared to last night.

"I’m confident I will not induce any worry to you."

"Said a Peacekeeper who couldn’t stop a hero."

"You guys!"

The Witch jolted a little, before turning around, the scaled hands still at her waist.

One figure stumbled with martial art uniform with a spear, the other steadily hastened her steps with methodical silence despite the revolver that indicated an louder approach to combat.

"You two..." The Witch tilted her head at the kneeling Celeste who panted. "Do you need to be so fast?! Jeez... I almost can’t catch up if-"

"If all the enemies in the areas were not obliterated."

The Android glanced at the hugging couple. "Happy Date, Miss Demond. Miss Adrei."

"...happy indeed, 991." The Witch’s brow twitched, her staff itching to flick at the 991’s forehead for the tease.

"I assume we lost the race by a large margin?" 991 stared deadpan at Celeste who cranked her spine for a stretch.

"Need you ask? Hmph."

"...I don’t recall my agreement to the race in the first place..."

Demond and Adrei both held back a chortle. It has been a tandalising warm-up.