The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 115: Another Race, Another Typical Day of Being Devoured by My Husband

Chapter 115: Another Race, Another Typical Day of Being Devoured by My Husband

Portal entered. The 10th floor is a realm with grey, ashen ground. Rainclouds gathered in the sky to permit no sunlight, ruins dug into the crusty sands that bared an abandoned history.

And from the ruins... armoured arms and legs stuck out like signposts for graves. Tens and hundreds spread across the desolate wasteland, a magnificently eerie sight that made Celeste gulp.

But to her surprise, while fear impeded her steps, another steady step lunged forward ahead, brushing through her shoulder.

Her eyes widened at 991, hoistering her revolvers for aiming, towards one of the hands at a distance.

Bang.

One bullet shot. Sparkles flew, and the hand flew, sliced off by a Dwarven bullet.

The ’graveyard-like’ limbs trembled before rising from the sands. Soldiers of unfounded origins, dressed in loose steel while clutching rusty swords, stared at the duo with reddened, malicious eyes.

The ashen ground was now swarmed, shimmering with metallic helmets and boots knitting to each other as if to remember a forlorn formation.

No rooms to spare. Just Undeads clattering to each other.

Celeste grinned before rushing to follow 991.

Metallic clunked as the Undead Soldiers struggled to rush forward, shoulders almost clashing with their comrades in their hurried desperation.

Limpy movements. Incomplete undeads.

991 squinted before jumping, hood flayed off by the gust as synthetic feet tapped an Undead’s helmet before tapping another, treating the Undeads as a dancing floor.

"What a cheat!"

Celeste smirked casually as tapping sounds echoed, twirling her staff to face the legions of Undeads, steeled hands approaching-

Swing.

And flown off by a spear swipe, as she jumped to mimic 991’s movements.

Both of their weapons specialised in single-target. Best to conserve stamina before the real fight.

"Same to you."

A sword swung, a bullet shot. The rusty steel splintered off before the Android tapped another helmet.

"Then I’m glad we’ve something to share."

Spear pierced a stretched Undead hand—another tap.

"...thanks. I’m still winning the race."

"Hey!"

Synthetic steps followed by bandaged feet, helmets shook with each knock by the daring feet leaping, jabbing the helmets down to block, reddened visions.

The Undead dance continued until the swarm finally saw slight clearings. Fewer Undeads, fewer to latch on.

991 jumped off the last time before rushing.

"Care-woah!"

An Undead hand grabbed Celeste.

A slice. Her hand was chopped off as she stumbled and rolled on the ground. "Care to make another wager?!"

"Please care for yourself, subject."

Celeste smirked as she surged and dashed. "A missed opportunity, given how competitive you are all of a sudden."

A shot. A slice. The duo zigzagged past Undead, and swords with weapons shot and thrusted.

"I would allow...suggestions then."

Another bang. Another helmet cracked.

"Good enough! If I win-"

A twirl. Swing. Three necks sliced.

"Treat me to a meal of honeyed hams!"

991’s knees buckled before pouncing off. Smash. A war axe smacked and sprayed sand. A giant undead ahead, his black armor towering over the Android.

"And what if I were the victor?"

Three bullets were shot. A frown as they bounced off the helmets.

A war axe being pulled like a string.

Duck. 991 dodged the vertical swing before leaping.

"I don’t know. Decide yourself!"

The Android’s gun barrel plunged into the Undead’s neck, a small gap of flesh unprotected by metal.

Bang!

Black blood splattered, Android’s face muddied as the giant was toppled backwards.

Dusts are sprayed on impact. 991 headed off-

Before she stumbled, her knee was grabbed by a rotten gauntlet.

No surprise shown. Merely a turn with her revolver, aiming for the final blow.

Stab.

A spear plunged through the helmet’s gaping eye.

A twist. A groan. The giant Undead limped, the reddened eyes disspaited along with its hatred and jealousy for the living.

"Can’t decide?" Celeste smirked, stretching her palm for 991. "Then how about a date with me? I am a certified number one adventurer in this town, you know?"

991 glanced behind, legions of Undead chasing after them.

"Would it not only benefit you then?"

The Android’s hand hesitated before grasping onto the strange warmth that reminded her of her sisters.

"Yep!" Celeste pulled her up with a swoosh. "That’s the plan!"

"Perhaps you shall practice how to talk to a female friend in the meantime, then."

"...had to add a jab in, huh?"

991 shrugged before she bolted off again.

"Hey!" Celeste followed. "At least tell me if you accept the deal!"

Perhaps. Android murmured to herself, unaware that her lips almost curled up to mar her indifference.

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"Hm..." Adrei held her chin. "Not bad agility from both.Precisions were on point, and calmness was maintained as well."

"Of course. My eyes never deceive me."

Demond observed the battlefield. Hundreds of the Undeads chased after the two, clumsily stepping over each other’s boots. Naturally with the clumsiness, Celeste and 991 were already far ahead.

"Both as talented as I imagine." Demond yawned. "This is going to be cakewalk, at least until the boss."

"Mhm. You intend for them to work together in the final boss room, correct?"

"Of course."

Demond stretched as she eyed the buried ruins. A simulated enviornment of a destroyed, unnamed kingdom, and Undeads roaming around the wasteland...

"Proabably a necromancer-type boss." She analysed while craning her neck. "Gonna be a troublesome one. I still had some...fond memories when me and my companions faced that Undead Giant..."

"That you can defeat easily now." The Dragon sneaked behind, her clawless finger messaging the Witch’s neck. "With or without me."

"Of course...ah...no need to remind me..." the Witch melted into both the compliment and the Dragon’s tender touches. "Enough of that... investigate..."

"No issue."

The Witch’s cheeks flared up a little before pouting at the Dragon.

"So." They strutted to the one of the broken walls sunken in the sand. "Seems like a very, very old Kingdom. Either that or the Dwarven Dungeon seemed to have made up a story."

"Like the nature of your <Fairytale> series?" Adrei’s scaled hand scrubbed at the dusty stone.

"Perhaps. Perhaps not." The Witch knuckles knocked at the wall, the striking fullness implying this is not mere imaginery, but actual wall that was ’simulated’ into existence.

"Like the weapons and enviornments that were replicated," the Witch tilted her head. "Everything here seems too...real, unnecessarily so for a Dwarven Dungeon."

She couldn’t imagine the immense amount of energy this Dungeon’s <Battery> would have required to operate, let alone producing the equipments and resources found in the Dungeon.

"Nothing seems coming to mind either..." Adrei frowned at such an unusual pheonmenon. "I’ve only had passing discussion about the Infinite Dungeon."

"And I can’t imagine a Dragon strolling for a Dungeon Inspection either..." Demond’s eyes swept over the sand. "So no clues from you or me. Should we just fight till the final boss who is most likely to be the <Battery> for this Dungeon then?"

"That would remain too passive for us." Adrei shook her head as she petted Demond’s hat. "We should confront Malorne Forsak about it. Try and see if he’ll confess any clue."

"If, huh?" The Witch sighed and nuzzled against the Dragon’s touch. "Let’s not get ahead of ourselves... the Shadow Tribes should hold some clues so let’s discuss with them first."

"Sure enough." Adrei’s palm enveloped Demond’s cheek. "Then what about 991 and Celeste?"

"Just send them on the date. Celeste didn’t have a real friend for a long time."

Demond smirked like a mischievous aunt shipping unwanton couples together. "Wouldn’t you say... we should also monitor their process closely?"

"My wife seems to be more love-fuelled than I thought." Adrei leaned in, her draconic eyes capturing the blushing cheeks, etching the cuteness into her soul.

"My-my mistake... it’s just rare to see Celeste getting along so well with someone..." Demond retracted her gaze, like a timid child being caught staring at her parent’s intimate act.

"Then would you claim I am as love-fuelled as you are?" Scaled arms snaked the Witch’s with practiced patience, as Adrei’s lips closed in.

"Of course..." Their lips... too close, one slight stretch and she will melt. "I... I always thnk you’re the most perverted one..."

"That’s a compliment... isn’t it?"

Hot breaths tickled her lips as the Witch shuddered. The gloomy rain clouds bluffed, yet a ray of sunlight shone on the wall beside the couple.

Shadow stretched like an enlongated theatre show. One huddled to herself, the other pushed for more.

And...the shadow collasped into each other again, the whimpers singing a choir of embarrassment, of satisfaction, of fulfillment.

The shadows hunched towards each other, the wall as the sole stage for their desires, the sunlight as the only beacon that magnified their warmth.

The dreamy sequence only grounded the Witch, the coarse sands beneath brought her slight clarity, if not for the wet smacking sounds that kept fogging her mind, and the insistant tongue that invaded her wall.

Perverted Dragon... she waited until they left...

Demond grumbled into the kiss before closing her eyes with unshed tear. Another day of being devoured by her husband.