My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“You’re seriously going to abandon us?” I had to admit I was still taken aback by his callous answer.

Garnet and Terra were my women. If anyone was hurt by their loss, it was me. I still wasn’t giving up on Garnet, but I needed time to think and go through my list. That was impossible while I was being actively pursued by Twilight’s wraiths. Yet, none of that should matter to this guy.

“You dare bring back that thing that pretends to be my daughter, yet you cannot bring back my real daughter. I had hoped that since you knew her, you would be able to bring her back. If that fake could also find some use, even better. Yet, you both failed. You and that fake can die for your uselessness.”

His words struck me like a gong. I was confused for a bit, but then my mind started to piece everything together. The reason that the king had spared my life and sent me down here was that he had glanced into that imager, and seen Garnet. Garnet was his real daughter? How could that be? I knew very little about her life, but what I did know didn’t match with her being his daughter.

As I was thinking this, I felt a gentle tug on my shirt, and I looked down at the little girl standing next to me. Garnet had darker skin, and she had fiery red hair and eyes. Her body resembled that of a fourteen-year-old or so. If I de-aged her, paled her skin, and made her hair and eyes a cool blue, she wouldn’t have looked too dissimilar.

I had originally assumed their family appearance was just because they were both deep dwarves. They could have been sisters, but I once again didn’t realize they were the same person. It wasn’t uncommon for two versions of someone to wear different faces. When Xin had been divided, her human and Osterian bodies possessed separate appearances, and it was the same for the Deek made in Miki’s dungeon, although he was also influenced by the mad scientist.

“Save them…” She responded, her eyes teary.

“What?” I frowned. “Save who?”

“Save all… save… family…”

“I can’t,” I responded bitterly, a feeling of helplessness washing over me. “I can’t reach them. They are with Twilight.”

She gave a sad smile. “I… can…”

She suddenly spun away and ran. I let out a cry as she went back into the town square, where her undead was slowly being broken down by the spirits. Between them, the battle was not going in our favor. While their fervor had kept the undead going longer, there was a distinct difference between them. When the dead were too damaged, they didn’t get back up, but the souls seemed to be able to regenerate over and over again. Thus, even though they started equal, the numbers were quickly dipping in the wraith’s favor.

Sapphire ran out into that mess, her small form allowing her to dive through crowds of creatures that ended up in my way and kept me from following her. When she reached the middle of the courtyard, she was surrounded by shadows who had all turned their focus on her.

“Sapphire, no!” Something about the look on her face started to give me a bad feeling.

However, Sapphire wasn’t my slave, she was a monster and even tamed monsters could be willful and ignore their masters.

She lifted her hand in the air, and then called out a skill I had never heard before in a voice so light that it was almost lost to the sounds of fighting. “Corpse Party…”