Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core) Chapter 39: Food for thought

I watched Nathaniel and Aron exchanged looks. I had no idea why that was. I an, they weren’t friends.

Or at least I didn’t believe they were friends. What with Nate’s crush on and Aron being my soulmate? They should be natural enemies.

But they weren’t. No, they were allies. Not that I knew it at that ti.

Or even knew what the two had planned for .

Sothing one could call a sandwich... with between two beefy bread buns...

But that wasn’t my concern at that mont. No, my concern was the fact that Aron was pregnant. With a Boliarin. And Nathaniel was a Boliarin!

I turned to Nate, who was helping himself to seconds. It was not like the soldiers wanted to co over and eat.

Well, more for Nate and Aron, then!

"By the way," Nate said so, as if he was going to end my world. "You said you can make a Lich as well, right?"

Nate patted himself on his stomach.

"I might have been eating too much of your cooking. Ingesting too much of your mana. And, you know, a Boliarin can’t produce a Boliarin, but a Lich is the next best option," he licked his spoon, beginning to eat with gusto.

How was I to know that he knew what the symptoms of pregnancy were? Knew what I would research?

I bit my bottom lip. I was 5,000 years old... and soon to be a father!

"We have to win the war!" I yelled.

Edda, because she hated , decided to take matters into her own hands.

She started the process to create a Lich and a Boliarin. Using my mana, Nate’s and Aron’s!

I felt the mana in my dungeon. Knew that my humans were in danger.

I wasn’t very worried about the gnos.

They were tough. Heck, they might help raise the two rascals.

But as the two were born, and Edda made both Aron and Nate fall on the ground for dramatic effect, I stole so of Nate’s zombies and teleported the two babies right next to .

They were...

"Death!" the Lich yelled at the top of his lungs. He looked like a two-year-old. Small rcy, that. I had no intention of changing the nappy of a baby Lich.

"Domination!" my Boliarin son yelled, as he looked at the soldiers with hungry eyes.

"Fuck this shit, I’m out!" a soldier yelled, took off a ring, and then poof, he was gone.

I bit my bottom lip. If all the soldiers ended up deserting because of my family, then Solas was going to sacrifice to Harika!

And then harvest my organs!

And then enslave my babies!

And then...

"Death!" The Lich repeated.

"Destruction!" My Boliarin son seed to be a bit more creative.

"Cheese!" I said, taking two spoons and then shoving them, with enough potatoes with cheese on them to make even think about fluffy animals, into the mouths of my babies.

They chewed; their cheeks beca rosy.

I waited as they gulped. They looked human enough, I had to admit. I had no idea why.

The Boliarin was blonde, like , but had Aron’s red eyes. The Lich was blonde, I had no idea if it was because of Nate or , but he was. His eyes were Nate’s brown, though.

"Death!" The Boliarin yelled, seemingly trying to co up with a new word for each of his calls.

"Cheese!" I replied stubbornly, as I shoved two more spoonfuls into my children’s mouths.

The soldiers slowly began to desert us. Walking slowly to the edge of the woods and then running like their coats were on fire as soon as the latrines were behind them.

Which was a problem.

But I had two screaming toddlers to pacify with cheese, so, I didn’t care.

0000

Solas looked at my children, then at the lack of soldiers. Doran hugged him from behind. Vines growing around the both of them.

"Sylvan," Solas said so, as if he was restraining himself. Which he was, I suppose. "How am I going to win the war," he snarled, as Doran pressed his lips on the back of Solas’ neck. "Without soldiers?"

I nudged Aron with my leg. As far as I was concerned, this was his fault. He should have told that he was pregnant sooner.

So, I could have prepared!

Aron woke with a start. Saw our children, mine, Nate’s and his, then Solas.

"Holy shit, you really got pregnant!" He yelled. I narrowed my eyes. "I an... I thought I ate sothing rotten. I wasn’t sure."

It was a quick save which did not fly by Solas, but it did with . I nodded. Well, it was not like it was supposed to be possible.

How was Aron supposed to know?

"Aron," Solas said, looking at the father of one of my children... who was whacking his brother with a branch. I took it away. My Boliarin son’s eyes began to shine. For so reason, I didn’t find it as comforting as when Aron’s eyes were shining. "Explain."

"Sylvan got pregnant," Aron said. I bowed my head. Yes, that was the truth, or at least, that was what I had believed.

Solas chuckled.

Doran picked him off the ground.

"Well," Doran said, as he looked in the eyes. "I think it is finally the ti to figure out what you have been doing to us all by feeding us mana rich food."

It was a very good thing to do. But the problem was that the soldiers were gone. All of the survivors of the original 2,000. It was too late to see what had happened to them.

"We will test it on a zombie," I murmured because as much as I hated to use them as test subjects, it was either a zombie, or one of us.

There was no one else.

"And one more thing," Solas said, as he eyed my babies. "Those are going to fight."

I jumped to my feet, ready to protest.

Only to hear a cute giggle.

"Uncle!" my hell spawns chirped.

Solas smiled; Doran kissed him on the head.

Huh... strange.