The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 116: I Told the Dragon to Stop Touching Me So Much.... She Refused

Chapter 116: I Told the Dragon to Stop Touching Me So Much.... She Refused

Slice, slice, twirl-

Stab! One more head down.

Celeste dashed from the falling Undead before running to 991’s left. "Feeling rusty?"

"Mere assumption."

A revolver was hoisted to the left.

Celeste ducked as the gun fired. Within 0.5 seconds, her keen pupil followed the bullet until it hit an Undead’s eye.

"Sheesh! Watch it!"

991 squinted at her before tilting her head.

Stab. Spear almost grazed past her for another Undead’s head.

"Same for you, Subject."

"...you’re still calling me that?"

"You’re a Subject worth learning."

In 991’s limited vocabulary for importance, combined with her ’short’ years in the Temple Lab, she has liked to call anyone with unpredictable traits a ’Subject’, for further study and examination.

"Woah! Can I see that you’re into me?!"

Stab.

"Treat this as you wish."

Bang.

Spear thrusts and bullet shots crossed, countless Undead hordes chasing, smothered by the dance of steel and flame. Their roles have long been switched, and numbers could not overcome the Duo’s might.

More running with slices and shots, and they saw a metal gate and wall at a distance, another Undead horde defending ahead.

"Hey! 991! First one to reach the boss Gate wins!"

Celeste bolted ahead of 991.

The Android, instead, slowed down as Celeste fumbled sliced through the Undeads, piles of heads chopped and flopped to the ashen ground.

The swarm never ended its advances, the spear never failed its marks.

But only Celeste’s dash halted, her steps stuttering to the cackling helmets and wailing swords.

"Wait, wait! Time out! Time-"

"Subject."

Sensing she’s overwhelmed, 991 lept from behind-

Synthetic foot latched onto Celeste’s shoulder, nimbly twisted before jumping into the air.

991, now upside-down in mid-air, darted her calculative gaze across the Undead hordes.

Aim. Fire.

Bullets sprayed, 991 twirled mid-air, the rains of bullets were like splintering rings, all accurately shattering helmets and heads into smithereens.

Celeste watched in amazement as 991 landed with grace, before...

"Ah."

991’s revolver extended aside, barrel touching the metal gate.

"Seems like my win, Subject."

Celeste’s eyes narrowed into slits, her bumbling steps jotting to the Android.

"Well, thanks for that. I’m not sulking."

"...sure."

991 cranked her limb, gazed beyond the metal gate, and frowned.

In between the bars, fog impeded her vision, flowing like rivers of haunting souls embedded within.

The bandaged step stopped beside. And 991’s cheek was poked, her distracted eyes narrowing to the smirking Celeste.

"After that, it will be the Boss Arena."

The adventurer retracted her finger, just as she stared at the fog. "Judging by the Undeads, most likely a necromancer boss."

"...you have stated you’re unable to defeat a 10F boss in the tavern, correct?"

"I did. I ran away pretty hastily."

Celeste stretched her limb, the spear’s staff clinging to her skin and robe. "Was still solo most of the time. Even managed to defeat 4F and 7F bosses on my own, this town’s first."

"The strongest adventurer is not an empty moniker, I see."

991’s finger coiled in her left revolver, spun it backwards and caught the barrel, synthetic eyes scanning the cog, trigger and handle for a final check on the gun’s condition.

"So uh..."

Celeste hugged the staff as she stared at the Android. "Want to...team up?"

"I’m surprised you asked."

No issue. The Android noted, her finger rolling the gun back to grip the handle, only to spin her right revolver for another check.

"Oh please... I don’t willingly go solo, you know? If not for-"

"Poor personality, or unpredictable volatility judging how you almost stabbed me 53 times, and sliced me 12 times."

"Ugh. You actually counted?"

"Always." Spin. Cluck. Her palm grabbed the handle as usual. Final check completed.

"I’ll claim I’m not without my charm?"

"Indeed. Dating a wildcard such as you might not be a bad idea."

"..."

991 blinked at the sudden pase, before glancing at Celeste.

The blush under her emerald eyes paired to be a great harmony, the glowiness contrasting the greyish ground and lingering fog, and the Android’s non-chalent expression.

"Well-well, you still remembered that?"

"Like I stated." The Android nodded. "I like to keep count."

"Tch... well, thanks a lot! Stealing my first date like that..."

Celeste pushed open the gate, fog escaping and blowing into the duo before she walked in alone herself.

"I haven’t answered yet."

Celeste’s shoulders shook. "Oh please. Read the atmosphere!"

991’s lips shuddered to hold back a chuckle, catching up to her partner’s steps.

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In an area marred by ashy winds instead of foggy wails, where sunlight threatened to drip from the clouds, a whimper was poured into the mix unfittingly.

"Mmm... Adrei..."

"Hm? What is it?"

"The kiss... is... too repetitive!"

With all her strength, Demond pushed away the Dragon’s shoulders with a groan, the scaly arms on her waist stilling.

"Don’t you find it enjoyable?" A smirk curled up on the Dragon’s lips.

"Yes but too many times would make it less special, you dunce." Demond’s hand reached up to squeeze the scaled cheek.

"Oh, would you not call it a reminder of how special this moment is for us?"

"I reckon I have enough of that encounter in the carriage and... last night’s exercises...."

"Hm? And what exactly those are, huh?"

"...seriously?" The Witch pouted. "You’re gonna tease like that?"

"I apologise, my wife."

Adrei let go of Demond with a chuckle. "It’s merely too much fun."

"Some more, and I will smack a glacier on your lips."

The emptiness returned to the Witch’s skin, as she felt no more of the Dragon’s possessiveness clinging onto her.

She must be losing her mind. She slapped her cheeks before squinting at Adrei’s relaxed expression.

"Look. I do like how I’m... well, being leeched on sometimes."

"What else, my wife?"

"But... but too much contact... and..."

Demond huddled to herself, the blushing cheeks weighting her mind as she hanged her head. "I’ll grow too embarrassed. So hold back sometimes, will you?"

The Draconic eyes curved to admire another of her wife’s cute sightings among thousands, before the Dragon simply stated: "I refuse."

"Oi!"

The Witch flapped her arms in protest. "What’s with you today?! You never refused me!"

"Alright alright..."

Scaled hand clasped around the Witch’s arms, raising them in mid-air. The funny scene of an eighty-year old Witch throwing a cute tandrum in a Kingdom’s graveyard was snuffed out as soon as it came.

"It was a mere selfish tease of mine."

The Dragon slowly settled the arms aside as she stared into her Wife, whose head winced away.

"But I honestly do not like to compromise our intimacy if possible. I’ve changed my mind since we’ve... entered the Dungeon."

"Well, me too..." The Witch’s blush reached her ears as she pulled down her hat to hide. "Almost made me want to stay in bed for a while, if not for my adventurous nostalgia."

"I’m glad to have such an effect on you."

Adrei sincerely smiled, her palm enveloped the Witch’s cheek to properly meet their gaze.

Draconic passion once again questioned by embarrassed inquiry, as Demond’s brows knitted together to pretend angry. "Then... let’s try to figure this out slowly."

"Your wish is my command, wife."

And now, sincere affection was once again born within the ashen ground, the couple’s lips itching to stretch out again.

So, without any more word, they both leaned in-

Clank.

Metallic boot cluttered on the ground, as Demond raised her brows.

Adrei let out an annoyed groan, her arms loosening on Demond’s face as she glared to the side.

The Witch sighed as she summoned her staff, preparing at the same direction.

In the clearing where ruins of walls, castles and buildings sprawled, an Undead’s helmet clucked at a distance.

Demond frowned. The Undead wore the same armour with no emblem, carried the same rusty sword on its waist, yet bared no reddened eyes. Instead, its helmet hid its face’s feature in complete darkness, as if the metalic headpiece was its head all along.

Strange behaviours as well. Demond weaved a few ice birds while observing. The Undead’s stare on them stilled, its gauntlet’s fingers strained, its boots tapped uncomfortably on the sand.

The waist bent slightly instead of the robotic wobbling the Witch was used to in an Undead. Was this.... really the same Undead as any other?

Boots cluttered again, ice birds hissed in the air, and the Dragon’s claws sharpened for the attack.

Then, the Undead’s knees just buckled, foot twirled 180 Degree, kicking up sands-

And bolted away without hesitation.

Demond’s eyes almost popped out, neck stretching out to take in a first-in-a-lifetime scenery of an Undead running away without a single growl.

"Uh....what?"

She shook her head, before glancing over to Adrei whose eyes flared up curiously.

"Well..." The Witch coughed twice as the metalic steps echoed further away. "After it."

Adrei chortled, in slight disbelief that distraughted her centuries-worth of existence.

Leathered wings fluttered, the Dragon’s toes flicking at the ground before wheezing through the air, her draconic scowl locked onto the escaping Undead.

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