My Dungeon Life – Chapter 1295-1297

Chapter 1295

From what I was able to gleam, the church of the father was actually an offshoot of the church of the mother and daughter. Unlike that church which broke into two, this church was instead a modification created by missionaries who wanted to spread the joy of their religion to the unsuspecting animalkin.

Since the country was ruled by a lion, and they maintained a somewhat patriarchal system that wouldn’t tolerate a female goddess, the mother turned into the father. As for the obsession with butts, this seemed to come about because of their tails. Special interest was already given to posteriors, so to convert more people, the butt became the center of interest. When the Demon lord Aberis came, the church broke, and Dioshin shut their doors becoming the xenophobic culture of today, the church of his father only continued to delineate into a path that catered specifically to the animalkin culture.

That said, by the embarrassed looks people gave as they passed by and the wide berth they gave the entrance to the church, I had a feeling that this church didn’t have nearly as much support as the churches in the Ost Republic and Aberis. They didn’t have priests and priestesses, but shamans. Most things that involved life and death were strictly banned. Resurrection existed here, but it had its own culture around it and wasn’t handled so loosely as the Life Insurance policies of Aberis.

“As the great Father said, you may sniff upon my butt, and I will sniff upon yours. Please, everyone, stand up and bend over. Let us embrace our unique scents and identities… eh, where did our recruit go?”

It was at that point I had enough and fled the church. Say anything about the church in Aberis, but they didn’t have people sniff each other. I knew these were animalkin, and the majority here werewolves, but wasn’t that a bit far? Either way, I wasn’t sticking around. I slipped away in the crowds, making a line straight for the wolfkin’s castle.

I came up to the guards in the front of the building and gave them a respectful nod. “I’m here to see Lord Duran.”

The wolfkin man scowled. “Not just anyone can see our lord.”

I had prepared for this. I knew there might be trouble getting in touch with him. I was supposed to be returning with the wolf pack that I left with, but I had abandoned them and ended up going to Chalm. I’d just have to convince him to let Lord Duran know I was here. If it became too troublesome, I’d merely portal directly into the castle. This was only a courtesy. I didn’t want them to know just how dangerous I actually could be. After all, he was a potential ally.

“Well, you see-”

“Sorry, lads. He’s with me.” A voice came from behind.

I turned around to see a familiar face. “Pait…”

“You’re back from your expedition?” It wasn’t a question. “Good. When the wolf pack returned two days ago and reported you had flown into a rage and disappeared, Lord Duran had grown quite worried.”

“The situation was taken care of, and I didn’t go anywhere in Dioshin I wasn’t supposed to.”

He nodded before grabbing my arm. “Come. Let’s got in.”

The guards stepped aside for Pait. It seemed like he had helped me once again.

Chapter 1296

“The rumors state that Lady Death engaged in a battle against King Roth just outside the rabbitkin tribe’s capital. He defeated her with his mighty sword and then resurrected all of the souls he had freed. I know it’s crap.” Pait grumbled as he led me through the hallways. “That old man can barely lift a sword from what I hear. Plus, there is the only person I know with that kind of resurrection magic. Can you enlighten me on what happened?”

It was a bit surreal talking to Pait. Was this what it was like for normal people who couldn’t just casually open portals wherever they wanted to go? They were only just getting the news for what I would have considered long past. I had to remind myself that for a normal person, the last two weeks I had spent recuperating, recovering Shao, and then lazing around the mansion would have been the same time it took for me to have returned here on foot normally. Pait likely suspected my mobility was better than I let on, but I was curious how much Lord Duran knew.

“There’s not much to tell.” I shrugged. “The King of Dioshin set up illegal experimentation to try to extend his life by experimenting on many-tailed foxkin. He became interested in Miki, my 9-tailed fox, and using deception lured her into the country. She ended up absorbing a dungeon and then being taken over and influenced by a mad scientist as Lady Death, who proceeded to try to wipe out the country and become an immortal god-king.”

“Oh, I see… wait! That’s quite a lot to tell!” Pait shot me a look of disbelief. “Aren’t you being a bit too casual about it? What happened to Lady Death?”

“The dungeon was destroyed and Miki was returned to me.” I shrugged. “Besides, I resurrected everyone who died, so there is no point in getting so worked up about it.”

“Aii… I should have known after you enslaved a demon lord that you wouldn’t hesitate to enslave a figure like Lady Death. You like to live life dangerously.” He wiped his head while shaking it back and forth.

“Technically, she was my slave before she was Lady Death,” I responded. “Besides, she wasn’t in control of herself. It was a curse. It’s over and done with. Given the king’s claims, do you think Lord Duran will follow through with his agreement?”

“He’s not some ratkin. He won’t betray you.” Pait declared, and when I raised an eyebrow, he blushed. “S-sorry, after staying here I’ve started to pick up a few of their attitudes and comments.”

“Well, it’s not like you’ll offend me.”

“Lord Duran is smart enough to know that King Roth is full of hot air, and even if you had no involvement with the defeat of Lady Death, he would still fulfill his end of the bargain. What you asked for wasn’t so unreasonable.” As he said that, he stopped in front of the doors leading into the throne room.

He whispered some words to a guard, who nodded and then entered the room. They didn’t have to wait long before they were allowed in. It was time to collect my prize.

Chapter 1297

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” Lord Duran sighed. “But King Roth has demanded an emergency summit in the capital. If you had come any later, I might have left already.”

“So, you won’t take me to the border?” I frowned.

“I’d happily do so at a later date. You’re welcome to stay as my guest until I return, and then I will escort you to the border. It would take months to travel by foot, but I have a means that could get us there in only a week or two.”

“How long until you get back?”

“A week or two, maybe a month at max.”

“A month!” My mouth opened and closed.

I wanted to complain, but in a world like this, a month was no time at all. Pait had spent nearly two years in the capital, and he planned to spend another few weeks here before he headed back to Esmore. It would take at least that long to get a reply based on the report regarding Lady Death. It didn’t pass me by that everything I had told Pait would likely be sent on to his government. Although I considered him a friend, he was still a dignitary from another country, and that meant our friendship only went so far.

“I’m sorry. I appreciate what you’ve done, but…”

I glanced back up at Lord Duran but was surprised to see he was looking at me with a hesitant expression.

“What is it?”

He let out a small sigh, his ears drooping slightly. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to pass this on to you. I only received it a day or two ago. As for its relevance, I’m not sure about that either. However, it appears to be for you.”

“For me?”

“It was found sitting outside of Gram’s Passage.” He made a gesture and a guard brought him something wrapped up in fine linen on a platter.

He carefully unwrapped it and pulled a small stone from the platter and after a moment of hesitation, held it out. I reached out and took it. It was a small, smooth stone, and there was a string wrapped around it holding a piece of aged paper. On the paper was a single word, Deek. I instinctively could guess this must have come from that lizard Gram. Why would he give me something like this?

“What is it?”

“It’s a memory. Ah… they call them imagers. They come from Jespain. You can record something and then play it back. They’re typically locked to the people that recorded on it and whomever they give permission to view it.”

“I’ve… never had an imager before,” I responded, looking down at the item uncertainly.

It sort of gave me a feeling like a dungeon core copy that Gram had given me, although it felt much weaker. I had a feeling that I’d be able to play it just like I had played memories in dungeons in the past.

“And yet, your name is on it.” Lord Duran shrugged.

“Why were you thinking of not giving it to me?”

“It could have anything on it. It could be secret intel. It could be recordings of our land, or weaknesses, or even the truth of Lady Death. That it was found on the passage to Esmore makes its likelihood of being espionage even more likely. I should have destroyed it on the spot.”

“We’re not involved with this!” Pait cried out.

“Relax… I’m just explaining my concerns. I gave it to you in the end, didn’t I? I’m giving you a lot of trust Deek.”

“I understand. Then, let’s see what it says.”