My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1597

After some various arguing back and forth, Eliana had stepped in and used diplomacy to unruffle the feathers of the councilman and to get the inquisitor to back off for a bit. I didn’t want the inquisitor to be left along with Calypso again. If she was just going to drown the other woman, what was the point? Calypso couldn’t even talk when her head was underwater, so what did such a torture even do?

Eventually, Calypso, whose hands and feet were still shackled, was given a seat, a blanket, and something to eat. She wouldn’t say any more other than her ominous words until such things had been provided. The inquisitor had declared that giving in to her demands was counterproductive toward seeking the truth. I had already decided I didn’t like this girl at all, so I ignored her glowers, glares, and advice as much as possible. Chance seemed to pick up on my dislike, and responded in kind, growling at her whenever they made eye contact. Chance seemed to put the woman off guard, so I wasn’t complaining.

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“Alright, you’ve had what you requested, now tell me what you meant?”

If all of this had just been a trick so that Calypso could get some warmth and free food, I would look like a fool and be irritated, so I hoped that she had something relevant to say.

“You’ve seen the fog, haven’t you?”

“Yes, it’s on the islands,” I admitted the truth, not seeing any reason to hold it back from her. “You told me that you didn’t know who was behind the fog.”

“I didn’t…” She responded, shrugging as she put a piece of bread in her mouth. “Now, I do.”

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“Then, who is it?” I asked.

She shot the inquisitor a side look. “I’m not sure if I should speak so frankly in front of… the present company.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” The Inquisitor cried out.

“She’s staying,” I responded. “Besides, I thought you liked girls.”

“Hmph… I like women.” She snorted. “Not flat-chested church fanatics.”

Her eyes went to the inquisitor’s chest, causing the other woman to flush and turn away, covering her chest. “My chest is glory to the daughter, you blasphemer!”

“She’s part of the church?” I asked.

“She came here with Anne,” Eliana explained. “She stayed in the cabin the entire time, so you might not have noticed.”

The Inquisitor was the inquisitor of the church? I supposed I couldn’t be surprised by that. She gave off the same vibe as Anne. The church head had it out from Calypso from the beginning. Why wouldn’t she send her Inquisitor to try to question the woman?

“Alright, fine, but she’s still staying. Just tell me what you wanted to tell me, or I’ll leave you here with the inquisitor.” I declared.

I had no intention of doing that. As soon as I left, I would make sure that Calypso wasn’t assaulted again by Anne or anyone else. I didn’t know why I was protecting her. She was undeniably a bad person, but she had also done me a favor once or twice, and I just couldn’t bring myself to torture her.

“Very well, if you insist.” Calypso leaned forward. “The people that are attacking… are the Fey.”