My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1609

I started by explaining the beginning of the war between the fae and the humans, or at least what I knew about it. None of that was in the mosaics, but I didn’t think the mosaic would make any context without the context the story is being told in. I was pulling together things I had heard from many different sources, and even then, it was just my best guess.

This mural started by showing a growing group of dark shadowy creatures pushing back the Gaia’s people, the fae, over and over again. Those dark shadowy creatures would be humans and any other creatures that crawled out of dungeons. The fae had fled to these islands, where they started digging for something. They had seemingly found that thing. One of the fae, a woman with long blonde hair, was holding up some kind of glowing white light. It was impossible to tell what it was, but I guessed it was the power.

“To change the course of the war, she knew she must use this power on her enemies. In using that power though, she would destroy herself in the process. She had to choose to become the very thing she despised.” I finished.

I had added that last part for effect. I assumed that using the power would have some kind of bad end, or there wouldn’t have been a dungeon here. She might have never got to use the power, but if she didn’t use it, why didn’t it fall into human hands? As for the talk about becoming what she despised, that was just fluff talk. No one wanted to be a mass murderer, right? Sometimes, you had to make a choice you’d regret.

“And what did she choose?” Cici asked.

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“Did she use the power?” Chance added.

“I don’t know.” I sighed. “There are other murals I haven’t seen. This is only the second one from this dungeon that I have observed. As soon as we get to the next one, I can tell you more of the story.”

“M-my lord, we must continue!” Chance cried out.

“Yes, Master, we need to see more.”

Both girls had suddenly become insistent. I didn’t think I was that good of a storyteller, but what was it about girls when I started reading the murals? I gave a short nod, and they voiced their excitement before running back into the boss room. I went to follow them, taking a few steps before I stopped and looked back at the mural one last time. Those murals were never particularly detailed, but there was something about that woman holding the shining bright light. She felt vaguely familiar to me. Was I feeling it with my eyes, or was my mana sense detecting the intent of the lore?

“Did it destroy you?” I whispered, half to myself.

“There are many ways to destroy yourself, Deek.” A voice caused me to look up and see Calypso standing there.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the paladin holding her chains pushed past. “What is taking so long?”

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“I’m sorry, we wanted my lord to explain things to us for a bit. I-is that a problem?” Chance spoke from behind, looking up at the paladin teary-eyed.

“N-not at all! It’s all fine!” His moody treatment of me was immediately changed to smiles for her.

He returned to the boss room, dragging Calypso with him, and I followed close behind.