My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

Faeyna ran up to her brother as he collapsed to the ground. She had her arms wrapped around his head. There were only three elves in the world, and they were still killing each other. Well, I didn’t know how many elves there were. To the best of my knowledge, they were exceedingly rare, just like deep dwarves. There could be a village of them out there somewhere. At one point, they had come from a dungeon, so if we were talking worlds there might even be an entire world dedicated to elves. One day, it would be nice to take Faeyna to such a place.

At that thought, I came to two realizations. The first was that Faeyna had killed herself two months ago. My opportunity to take her anywhere had passed. The second was that I wasn’t powerful enough. I could barely travel between Earth and this world. There was no way I could travel to another world beyond this one. If I wanted to be able to fulfill the wishes of everyone who followed me, I would have to become stronger.

“F-Faeyna…” Her brother declared, blood spurting out of his mouth.

“Brother… you didn’t have to do this!”

“I… I just want… you to be… free. Find… the one you truly love. Please. Never let them… go…”

“I will! I will. Just get back up!” She cried. “Brother? Brother!”

“Hmph… he didn’t have to force my hand.” The Elf Hero sniffed.

“You killed him!”

“He was a criminal. He earned his fate.”

“Resurrect him!” She shouted, tears running down her eyes.

He narrowed his eyes. “I can’t. What Priest would resurrect a criminal? Even if I could find one that would risk becoming a forsaken Dark Priest, I wouldn’t. Don’t think he’ll be lucky again to find some random vagabond who illegally resurrects him.”

I coughed awkwardly. I knew that historically, it was probably this mysterious master who had brought him back, but I had technically been the one to do it. Being called a forsaken vagabond, even by this arrogant guy, pissed me off a bit. I pulled Xin’s blade out of my Inventory anyway. This guy deserved a thrashing.

Although the scene had been playing out as if I was a ghost, I had already walked across this front line before. Thus, I felt like I should be able to engage now. Plus, the man’s unpleasant eyes were on Faeyna, and it was making me angry.

“I will never forgive you!”

“You will, with time.” He smiled. “You will become my woman. Once you pop out a couple of babies, you’ll be far too busy to hate me.”

“Okay, that’s enough-”

“He’s not your opponent.” A voice came from behind me. I turned around to see Faeyna’s brother standing there.

“Didn’t you just die?” I turned back to the scene unfolding between Faeyna and the Elf Hero.

The body of her brother was mysteriously missing, but neither seemed to notice. I turned back to the man in front of me. He had his blades out, and he gave a helpless shrug.

“He is too strong for you to defeat.”

“I don’t care, I want to protect Faeyna.”

“So, did I… but we both failed, didn’t we?” He asked.

I made a bitter expression. He wasn’t able to protect her from the Elf Hero. I could already see her body changing. This moment was the moment she became the Maid Hero. It was her brother’s sacrifice, and that promise, that had driven her to take on the mantle. It was my failure that had driven her to death.

“I won’t fail her again.” I declared. “It may be too late for you, but I can fix this?”

“Can you?” He smirked. “First, you’ll have to show me you have the strength!”