My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

As I walked out of the alley, heading in the opposite direction that the brother had fled, I was deep in thought. Just what was Elaya trying to show me? It seemed like the more I saw, the less I understood about her life. There was something unique about Elaya. Did that pass on to her children? Was this some deep secret about the Prince of Aberis? I had reminded myself Elaya wasn’t related to Eliana. That meant that whatever this was, it wouldn’t affect my child.

The alley went on and on. There was no way a building would have been large enough for me to still be in the alley. Yet, it stretched on just like when I was on the cobblestone path. However, this time, there wasn’t some pleasant scenery. It was just the walls of the building adjacent. Occasionally, I would walk by the door.

I was just thinking there would be nothing to see when one of the doors burst open and a woman stumbled out. She looked in both directions and then started running away from my direction. Three men began to chase her. The girl was the same girl I had been chasing up until now, and those men looked to be up to no good. She was wearing a maid outfit once again, and she had a basket filled with food. Some of it had fallen to the ground as she stumbled, but she ignored it and kept running.

I started moving as well, chasing after the group of them. The alley that had been nothing but a straight run for miles suddenly had an intersection, and Fifi turned into one such section. However, as luck would have it, this intersection went to a dead-end, trapping her. The men managed to block her off, and she started to back up, fearfully.

I reached the intersection. I half-expected myself to be unable to move down this particular alley. Was this a situation where I participated or watched? This dungeon was extremely good at catching me off guard every time. I didn’t immediately attack the men. I was trying to figure out what was going on, so I listened instead.

“Leave me alone!” She cried out.

“Come on… don’t be like that.” One of the men responded teasingly.

“We’ll show you a good time.”

“I’ve never been with your type before.”

The men were getting closer and closer, and Fifi had run out of space. I knew I’d be annoyed if I tried to help and found myself unable to, but I still put out my hand anyway. However, just as I was about to touch the invisible wall, a person leaped down from the top of the roof. A scuffle broke out, but it was clear he was a higher-level person. He quickly defeated the three men and then turned to Fifi.

She still held her hands up defensively, shaking in fear over the appearance of the masked man. He pulled off his mask, revealing his face. Fifi let out a gasp, her hands finding her mouth.

“Hello, sister.”

It was her brother. So, he was alive in this story. Did that mean I changed the story, or was I fulfilling the roles of random strangers?

“Brother, I thought you were dead!” She gasped.

He shook his head. “No. I was resurrected by a passing stranger. My mentor.”

I raised an eyebrow. I’m his mentor now?