Chapter 84: Responsibility

Chapter 84: Responsibility

The abundance of Tiamat's offspring in the tower made no sense to Haruki. From 15th to 19th floors, every corridor had at least one Uridimmu. It got to the point where Haruki could predict every one of their moves.

If that wasn't enough of a joke, the boss at the 20th floor was an even bigger version of Uridimmu. Despite its tougher hide and razor-sharp claws, he trashed the beast in about fifteen seconds.

[Awakening Progress: 8.7%]

He was so close to the highly anticipated ten percent mark.

'Arch, you got some bones to pick with Tiamat?'

Haruki tossed a question at the dragon goddess, expecting some cheesy answer in return.

"Maybe they want to die first. I don't know." The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Arch's response was vague at best as if she was unsure.

'Incompetent goddess.'

"..."

'How many hours have passed?'

His wristwatch didn't work in this space, so keeping track of time was impossible.

"Seven."

He couldn't go deeper as others would be waiting for him on the dinner table. They would all starve in waiting rather than having dinner without him. Artoria might be a big exception to the rule.

He also had to honor his promise with Sakura.

So, he beckoned his companions to his side. "We're leaving."

Medea nodded and nudged Semiramis. "Don't miss anything."

"Argh, don't hit me."

Haruki chuckled and twisted the key. They returned to the cozy little room where they unwind for a couple of minutes.

"Semi, let's call it a day after dinner. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Semiramis interpreted his words as 'leave us alone' and 'you don't belong in this room.' Medea's clingy behavior only led Semiramis to feel more out of place. She didn't cower and leave for she was once the Empress of Assyria. She wasn't going away without a reward from her master!

"My master, don't shoo me out like I'm a whore"

The door slammed open to interrupt Semiramis. The culprit, a silver-haired girl, beamed to find her lover safe. "Haruki-senpai."

Haruki was too stunned to speak. Dark memories crept up his mind, all due to Sakura's dress. The full-sleeved black dress looked classy with long red strips, meshing well with her contrasty silver hair.

The King of Camelot was unaware of vulgar words.

"It's an adult secret," Haruki said, ignoring the three sad faces that emerged. "I'll be back in a minute."

Haruki walked past Artoria and vanished around the corner.

"Medea, do your best!" Medea heard Haruki's voice in her head.

'Where do I do my best? Haruki-sama, elaborate.'

"Don't think I didn't see you comforting Semi."

Medea sighed. 'Semiramis made me remember When Jason ditched me for that princess, it was heartbreaking.'

She reckoned she was making a face similar to Semiramis.

"I'll give her more time later. There are so many things to do."

'Haruki-sama, I'm your right hand woman. Leave Semiramis' problem to me!'

"You go, girl."

Sakura excused herself to finish some chores. Artoria didn't have anything to do so she followed after Sakura to help her. She had no ulterior motives like finding out about today's dinner or trying to sneak some bits in the name of trialing.

Medea found herself alone in the room with her new friend Semiramis.

"Say, Medea. We both know my master has taken a liking to me. Do you object to it?"

Medea stared at Semiramis' face, who revealed a captivating smile. Semiramis would keep pursuing Haruki regardless of her answerthe defiant look in the empress' eyes revealed everything. But having Medea's support would be the best-case scenario.

"Answer me, my friend."

Medea smiled and revealed her answer. "I won't."

The answer would've been the opposite if the question was asked on the day Semiramis was summoned. After the fateful events, Medea couldn't hate Semiramis despite all her vicious flaws.

Semiramis threw her arms around Medea. "I knew you'd support me in my love conquest. You're the nicest witch ever!"

"And you're a bitch a good bitch."

"Baw-waw."

"..."

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