My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

What would drive the meek and mischievous Miki to start slaughtering people? Of all of the girls, she was the most gentle and good-natured. If such a thing came from Shao, I wouldn’t be surprised, but Miki. Not only was she a kind soul, but with her mental abilities she didn’t need to hurt people to fight them. She could knock someone unconscious or use the power of suggestion to bend them to her will. Although she was a powerful spiritualist, she was the one most equipped to fight without killing someone.

Miki had become popular in Chalm, despite the old prejudices against foxkin. She had spent her free time assisting the elderly and soothing their loved ones. It was said that she was closer to death than anyone. That used to be a source of fear, but it was becoming a source of comfort. Now, for her to become her own reincarnation of death, it wasn’t something I was willing to accept without personally seeing it. That meant that I had to find proof.

That night, I returned to my bedding and slept. In the morning, the Wolf Pack gave the man a few supplies, mostly borrowed from the village we were in, and sent him on his way. He was heading to the capital of the catkin, to ask for further aid. After he left, we started packing up for our next day of journey. At that point, I plopped a map I had hastily drawn up down on a table in front of the Wolf Pack leader.

“If my calculations are correct, we should be about here.” I pointed to an area on the map.

I didn’t calculate anything. I knew exactly where we were because I could see it with my Map skill. The Wolfkin looked down at my map and then nodded with interest. He took out ink and a quill from his own bag and then started making some marks. I didn’t mind. I had also borrowed this paper from the village, and making it cost me nothing.

“These are the spots we know Lady Death has hit.” The pack leader explained. “Since there seems to be a clear progression in her power, it seems like her path is moving like this.”

He drew a line, showing the direction that Lady Death was heading. She would be directly breaking into the rabbitkin tribe. That’s when the leader wrote something else on my map, causing my eyes to widen.

“The rabbitkin capital?”

“Every tribe has its own center of power. You visited ours. I happen to know the rabbitkin seat rests here.” When he got looks from his friends, he shrugged. “I used to date a rabbitkin in my youth.”

“Is it true what they say about rabbitkin, boss?” One of the younger men licked his lips.

“Get your head out of the gutter! We have more important things to do!” His leader admonished him, causing the older men to laugh.

I took the pin and then started tracing the other direction. If the swirling pattern of movement was right, then there was a starting point. The leader looked down at the line he had drawn, a frown forming on his face.

“If Lady Death is going to be going through the rabbitkin capital, then that means that Lady Death started here. We’re pretty close.” I pointed down at a point marked on the map.

“What are you suggesting?” The pack leader asked.

“I think we need to get some answers. I think we need to figure out how this all started.”

As for where my finger was pointing, it was a location I had gotten from the Slaver’s Guild. It was the place Miki was born.