Chapter 28

Chapter 28

[Translator Peptobismol]

[Proofreader Zain]

You know, I tried not to say things like this.

Renee, how long are you going to keep doing this?

A gust of wind messed up the silver hair, and lips parted to let the wind pass.

In response to the voice coming from behind, Renee turned her head. The red pupils looking at her were slowly approaching.

She weakly opened her lips, and a feeble voice came out.

Miss Batory

The cursed fortress, one of the Seven Great Evil Dungeons, the paradise of withered trees and starving crows, Cheite Castle. The owner of that castle, a vampiress with hair and eyes redder than blood, the daughter of the night, the nightmare of the Astricia Forest.

Elizabeth Batory.

As if responding to Batorys call, Renee looked at her. Renees eyes had a somewhat lifeless appearance, especially the right eye, where the pupil was so dilated that it was difficult to distinguish the iris.

I

Renee couldnt continue her words. She bowed her head deeply in guilt.

Batory also closed her mouth for a moment in front of such a reaction. Batory knows what Renee went through in the past few days. She probably had a rough idea of what emotions Renee might be feeling. Being a woman herself, she might understand Renee better than the monsters of the Primordial Core she had spent decades with.

I roughly know what youre thinking.

Batory said. It was literally a rough understanding. Since she hadnt experienced it herself, she couldnt be certain. Even if she had a similar experience, saying things like all or definitely would be hypocritical. It would likely be insincere and false.

Im not saying I support you going through this.

Since Renee left the Primordial Core, up until today.

For the past few days and nights, Renee stayed awake with wide eyes. She rejected even the minimum meals to survive, always sitting under the debris or trees in the field of Cheite Castle, gazing at the sky. Despite not being able to overcome physical exhaustion, she would wake up after just an hour or two of sleep. Every time she woke up, Renees body was drenched in sweat. Weakened skin turned as pale as Batorys, revealing blue veins, and her exhausted body, with a bit of exaggeration, looked dangerously fragile, as if it could collapse with a slight push.

With such a body, how could the sky look beautiful? Especially with her nearly blinded and hazy right eye, how clear could the sky appear?

The sky was always bleak. Whether it was resonating with Renees emotions or not, there were always clouds obscuring it.

I have at least the minimum obligation to ensure that my customers dont starve to death, since Im the dungeon boss.

Miss Batory, I feel terribly sorry for always causing you trouble.

Im not asking for an apology. Renee, one of the messengers I sent to Hastin has some information.

Yes?

One of the Imperial raid forces re-entered the Primordial Core today. They should have arrived by now.

Renees eyelids trembled. Her cloudy right eye did not see clearly, but it felt vibrant.

After a long, profound silence, Renee finally raised her head.

Even if Miss Batory says so, Renee cant return to the Primordial Core.

Renee Rello.

A brief pause ensued. Renees response to Batorys call was consistenta choice of silence once again.

Youre seriously mistaken. Im not suggesting you return to the Primordial Core. Your happiness matters, but I prioritise choice and freedom. Even if you were determined to end your own life, if thats your true will, I wouldnt stop you.

Its a distinct issue, separate from sadness.

But whatever knot you tie, it must be tied firmly.

Whatever Renee chooses is acceptable. Whether they become a stalwart force of Cheite Castle, eventually depart after healing their emotional wounds, wield a sword against the Empire as a wanderer, or rule as the lord of monsters, crafting their own dungeona skilled individual like Renee might even create a dungeon rivalling the Seven Great Evil Dungeons.

Renee, you probably think Devourer wouldnt want to see you.

A miscalculation.

Shall I make a prediction? If Its the Devourer I know, hell soon be stirring up the continent to find you. He might even turn it into a barren field if necessary.

If Devourer cant move, Patrick will undoubtedly take action.

He might come here soon too. Even if its not here, it wont take long to find your traces.

The skeleton living in the Primordial Core has an empty skull but incredibly fast brain rotation.

Mr Devourer wouldnt do that.

No, he will definitely search. Even if you cant accept it, lets assume that for now. So, Renee, what do you think those two will do when they find out how you ended up like this? You know it well, dont you?

Then what should I do?

Erase your traces.

Traces?

Yes. If you really plan to hide and live, erase your footsteps.

It doesnt have to be perfect. Even if you erase them clumsily, its enough as long as Patrick, who was chasing Renees traces, realises the fact.

You reap what you sow, if she can somehow demonstrate that, Patrick will surely handle the rest well. If he recognizes Renees sincerity, even if he has to lie, he will convince Devourer. So, she must somehow show it.

Never look for Renee Rello again.

Your boss is more relentless in that direction than you might think.

Common worldly values mean little to Devourer, the ancient monster. With just one cheap emotion of wanting to save the subordinate who left home, he could turn the world upside down.

Let me say it again. Today, the subjugation team sent by the empire headed to the Primordial Core.

Now, Batorys intentions were clear.

Its not about going to the Primordial Core. After all, Devourer isnt the type to be stopped by humans.

The reason Batory said that was to inform Renee. The fact that the Primordial Core will be busy with dungeon cleanup for a few days, and during that time, there will be no choice but to stay outside the dungeon. Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

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Hansennel frowned. Climbing from the 5th to the 7th floor shouldnt be a breathless journey, and running up the Mage Tower stairs was undoubtedly against the rules.

In-intruder!

Before anyone could ask what was happening, the disciple shouted. After finishing his words, he hesitantly sat down, hugging himself. His mumbling, Im going to die, Im going to die, sounded like he was possessed by a ghost.

Calm down. Stay calm and tell us whats going on. Whats happening

S-shes coming! Shes coming. Shes coming. Shes coming!

The disciple writhed without curling into a ball. Who was coming?

The question didnt last long. Just as the disciple said, when attention was paid, an ominous energy could be felt.

Aura

The aura of a demon. Dark and dense.

Why would a demon be here?

Pondering the question, Hansen quickly grabbed the staff. Despite being a scholar studying magic, he had a robust physique. As the substantial staff touched Hansens hand, a faint light emanated from it.

The Mage Tower Wing was near the central square, the heart of Hastin. Does the intrusion of a demon into Wing mean that the entire Hastin was falling prey to monsters? Or is it that monsters have infiltrated this Mage Tower? And why?

Enemy count?

Uh One

What type of monster?

Human, its human!

Human?

This magic clearly belonged to a monster. If its of human species, does that mean its a humanoid monster?

No, humanoids and humans have distinct appearances. The disciples words suggest that it has the form of a real human. A polymorph? If its a monster strong enough to use polymorph, it must be a formidable one.

Calm down. Among the 6th-floor disciples, there are nine who can use intermediate magic. It wont be easy to break through. So, stay a bit more composed. First, take a deep breath. Once youre calm, tell us more details. Depending on the situation, we might need to request reinforcements from Count Ettark

In response to Hansennels words, the disciple took deep, laboured breaths repeatedly. However, fear paralyzed him to the point where even breathing became challenging. Despite several attempts, the trembling didnt subside. Yet, perhaps having gained a bit of composure, the disciple opened his mouth again.

It really came out of nowhere! There was no special noise from below. Casting noises have always been there, but suddenly ah, ah? Cough, cough.

Before finishing his sentence, the disciple collapsed.

A silhouette walking from behind became visible.

Hansennel tightly gripped his staff. It had been only a few seconds since he said the 6th floor wouldnt be easily breached. The arrival seemed to mock Hansennels words.

The silhouette walking from behind was a woman. A small, pitiable figure wearing a heavily tattered pink dress, yet still a beautiful woman. There was no need to think of such a figure as a monster.

All the blood stains on her were undoubtedly from the disciples.

Hansennel clenched his staff tightly. It was his own mistake to have thought he could afford to be somewhat relaxed. He had no confidence in defeating that presence. Even if he had confidence in his abilities, it was impossible to defeat someone who breezed through the 6th floor.

There was no prepared magic, and the situation prevented escape through dimensional magic due to the dimensional magic resistance within the Mage Tower.

Lets buy time for now. Amer is just above, on the 8th floor. Once I send a message, if I fight together with Amer, we can bring her down.

Human.

After a moment of contemplation, the slowly approaching female monster spoke. A glimmer of hope flickered in Hansennels heart.

Knowing how to speak meant communication was possible. Even just having a conversation could buy enough time. So, he responded with utmost respect, trying to gauge the situation. Every bit of time gained was crucial for success.

I greet you. I am Graumitz Hansennel, the vice-leader of this Mage Tower and a servant of Graumitz Amer. It would be convenient to think of me as the one overseeing the practical operations of the Mage Tower.

Vice-leader.

Yes, thats correct. I would appreciate it if you could call me Hansennel comfortably.

Where is your leader?

Ah, Amer is well

Hansennel stuttered in response to the sudden question. It was a difficult inquiry due to its directness. If he answered that Amer wasnt in the Mage Tower, it might provoke an attack thinking theres no need for him. If he said Amer was present, it might signal the end of the business, and the monster might brandish a weapon.

Human.

Uh, yes?

Thats enough.

After ending her statement, the female monster looked up at the ceiling.

Thats enough. Hansennel could immediately understand the meaning of those words.

Caught.

Damn it!

Shouting, Hansennel swung his staff. It was a resolution to throw anything out, no matter what. The staff glowed. What he used was the fastest magic to cast, the one that could be expelled the quickest.

And

Shit.

He gave up upon seeing the sharp metal needle already flying towards his face.

He closed his eyes.

Squelch!

The sound of blood hitting the ground.

[Translator Peptobismol]

[Proofreader Zain]

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