Chapter 40

Chapter 40

[Translator Clara]

[Proofreader Demon God]

Its been over half a day since Mr Devourer has left.

Yeah, thats right Its only been half a day.

The taste at the end of the tea was quite bitter. The cave was so quiet that even the sound of the teacup clinking was loud.

The Primordial Core was serene.

Renee and Melje, who used to run around screaming and yelling on imaginary days, were still guarding their places in the cave, but without Devourer, the cause of the conflict, there was no reason for them to stir up trouble.

Strictly speaking, Melje had nothing to do. With all the forceful actions she used to impress Devourer excluded, there was hardly any work left.

Renee had no reason to pressure Melje, who was quietly sitting there.

It was naturally formed, a ceasefire agreement.

Ten slender fingers surrounded the teacup.

Sipping the tea while holding the cup, Renee asked casually.

Is everything okay with Mr Devourer?

Probably. If my predictions are correct, Mr Devourer is likely thoroughly analyzing the issues affecting Hastin, and by now, hes working diligently on restructuring the fundamental causes of the problems to contribute to the growth of the village.

Melje, sitting across from Renee, replied in a brisk voice.

Renee sipped her tea, closing her eyes thoughtfully.

I hope so. Im a bit worried if its okay for Renee and you to enjoy this break alone. Mr Devourer might be in a situation where hes starving.

Oh, Renee, youve gone too far with your worries! Its hard to even imagine Mr Devourer going hungry. If a great being like him skips a meal, what kind of monster could have the privilege of dining?

Yeah, youre right. Renee seems to be overly concerned again. It doesnt make sense that Mr Devourer and Patrick are struggling in a mere human village, right?

Well, they are Apex of All Existence, the ancient monster, and the Arbiter of Death, Death Knight, are they not?

Uttering words that felt embarrassing just to think about, Melje, following Renees lead, sipped her tea without hesitation.

Why does this tea taste so bitter, she wondered momentarily. Dismissing the question that popped into her head, Melje immediately brought up another thought.

Still, its a shame. Honestly, I wanted to go to Hastin with Mr Devourer. It feels empty staying in the dungeon.

You shouldnt think that way, Melje.

Renee, upon hearing Meljes words, raised her shoulders. She picked up the teacup with trembling hands, as if pierced to the core, and continued speaking.

Its not just about working alongside Mr Devourer thats impressive, but the fact that he entrusted us with the dungeon. Is there anything more important than guarding the dungeon? Its proof that were receiving boundless trust right now.

Of course, its not Melje, but in Renee they trust.

The golden pupils within the black eyes sparkled.

In response to Renees words, Melje, holding both hands to her chest like a child excitedly, replied, Oh, thinking like that makes sense again! My narrow perspective didnt catch on!

Renee chuckled at Meljes reaction and took a sip of tea, appearing to have perfectly completed the self-indoctrination. The trembling in her hands also ceased.

Of course, its all just a bluff. The desire to go was as strong as a chimney. In her mind, Renee had already woven a scenario that involves traveling with Devourer, enjoying Hastin, and even getting married. She was just following orders to stay in the dungeon.

Anyway, Renee just needs to guard the dungeon. Thats right, Melje. This is an opportunity. Its the chance Mr Devourer gave us. While Mr Devourer is away, as gatekeepers and maids, we should clean up the dungeon thoroughly.

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There were indeed many tasks to handle. Cleaning the dungeon was a given, and although Patrick suggested taking it slow, they also needed to prepare to gradually fill monsters in rooms 1 to 4. The longer the preparation period, the better.

The Primordial Core was a Non-Regenerating Dungeon.

It naturally formed in an environment suitable for monsters to thrive, unlike the Regenerating Dungeon where monsters naturally gathered over time.

Its quite impressive, considering its Devourer. But it seems like progress hasnt gone beyond that.

Despite the dazzlingly pure smile, it appeared that things hadnt progressed further. How could they not break free from expectations? Batory sighed as she pressed her lips to the tea.

It was quite an accomplishment for a girl who seemed to have no thoughts and a guy fixated on just one thing to come this far.

Yes, quite an accomplishment.

By the way, whos the new face over here?

This time, Batory turned her gaze toward Melje. Melje, who had been subtly staring at Batory since earlier, now had eyes filled with curiosity and doubt.

As Batorys question echoed, Melje, as if waiting, cleared her throat stiffly and coughed.

Are you asking me? If I may introduce myself, I am Melje De Lymph Agrea, the 17th descendant of Asmodeus, the powerful demon who governs demons!

Come to think of it, I havent properly introduced Melje here. This is Batory, the boss of Cheite Castle.'

So it is.

Ah, I thought the aura was unusual, so it was a young Demon King.

Yes, she is staying here for a while.

Renee, if I live here as a guest for the rest of my life, can I see all the bosses of the Seven Great Evil Dungeons?

Melje!! Really.

Please speak sensibly. Saying you will live as a guest for the rest of your life, you really have no shame.

With hidden thoughts, Renee smiled discreetly and patted Meljes back. Perhaps putting in more force than intended, Melje let out a scream as she received the pats.

So youre not part of the Primordial Core yet?

Well no, not yet.

Hmm I know that Demon kings have a pretty long lifespan. It is more than ten times that of humans, right? Since youll have plenty of time, dont be too hasty and take it slow.

Batory didnt delve into further questioning. Tilting the teacup periodically, whether she had emptied its contents or not, Batory, who had now placed the empty cup down, clapped twice.

In response, one of the bats clinging to the cave wall gradually took on the appearance of a butler and went to receive the teacup offered by Batory.

The butler, taking a handkerchief from his tuxedo pocket, wiped away the sediment settled at the bottom of the cup. The handkerchief was full of dried blood particles.

By the way, where is Devourer?

While Renees attention was drawn to the teacup, Batory subtly inquired. At the same time, it seemed like she was grabbing the frill of her dress and getting up, as if intending to change her seat.

Come to think of it, She did mention that she came here for a reason. Is she finally getting to that matter? Renee, who roughly grasped the situation, answered.

Mr Devourer has temporarily left.

Hmm? That Devourer went outside the dungeon? Then, wheres Patrick?

Hearing the seemingly contradictory statement, Batory frowned.

Patrick also left his post to follow Mr Devourer.

.

Batory fell silent. The slow solidification of her expression became apparent to Renee and Melje.

After her expression completely stiffened, she sighed as if saying, What nonsense. Then, she snapped her fingers as if feeling frustrated. The attentive butler on the side, who had been silently guarding the seat, nodded again.

Did they go there knowing what the situation is like now?

[Translator Clara]

[Proofreader Demon God]

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