My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1612

Before we could leave the second boss, I naturally made sure to check out the safe room. At this point, it was light outside. I looked outside very briefly to see if I could see the progress of the fog, but I was still too far. It was feeling the pressure of time on us. Back in the safe room, the girls were already sitting and waiting for me to continue to the story. I wasn’t sure that a single mural would add very much to what I already knew.

This mural seemed to be dedicated to talking about the Fey hero. It occurred before the second mural, but my best guess, and it seemed to be about her rise to power. She fought against the forces of darkness valiantly and was heralded by all of the feys as the great hero. The last part of the mural displayed her killing the demon king. If the shadowy creatures were this dungeon's interpretations of humans, then wouldn’t it be a human king? He seemed to be powerful, and they had a triumphant battle. He died, and she seemed to be wounded in some way, although it wasn’t clear in what way. It showed her hitting her head just after delivering the final blow.

Of course, I didn’t deliver the story to the girls as the enemy hero slaughtering humans. It was a pretty cringy story when taken from the human’s point of view. Thus, I told it to them from the Fey perspective. To the little girls, it sounded much like the battles already going on in the north. The demons were the dark shadowy characters that came from the dungeon, and humans were those that fought valiantly to keep them at bay. It was a familiar story to them, and one they were able to grasp.

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“Although the wise and beautiful hero was able to defeat the hum… ahem… demon king, it was already too late. They had no choice but to flee.” I ended the story like that.

Before the girls could say anything, I heard the clapping of two hands. We all turned to the door to see Calypso standing there, her hands still in chains. The paladins had wanted to spy on the girls during storytime and had come in to listen to the story. Nope, wait, three little girls were sitting in front of me listening to the story! When did Anne get there? Why was she sitting crisscross like a child?

“It was almost like you were there.” Calypso declared as she stopped clapping. “Are you sure that you’re not the hero that they spoke of?”

“Hardly… I’m just telling a story.” I responded. “How could I be the hero?”

“Whoever knows how long someone else’s story reaches.” She responded cryptically. “I wonder how far back your story goes.”

“Not very far.” I shot back, but I felt some unease from her words.

It felt like she knew something she wasn’t saying, and not something about this dungeon, but something about me. How did I end up in this world after all? I knew where my story began, but I couldn’t help but wonder where was my story heading.

Let’s go get the next piece of the blessing.

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