Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core) Chapter 86: Fatten Them Mobs Up!

Now, Wrath was soone who was going to go there, in the Scorching Ice Valley, and he was going to rain hell on Lamia.

But his mobs were here, as he was the heaviest hitter of all dungeon cores and didn’t really need them.

Man... poor mobs.

"Captain!" It was what they were calling . Wrath, just like any SSS Ranked Dungeon Core, created mobs.

But I had the sinking suspicion that he just created them to act cool.

Or... I don’t know. Maybe he just felt lonely one day and decided that he should create gnos who were ard to the teeth with runes?

One couldn’t say the man didn’t care.

"What is there to report?" What can I say? I liked gnos!

Besides, if I treated these gnos poorly, then Bob was going to find out. And then he was going to have my hide!

"There is a Fairy Prince seeking audience with you!"

Oh! A cute tiny fairy wanted to talk to ! How adorable!

Wait... was the fairy prince a fairy, or a zombie fairy?

"Was His Highness living or dead," to an overeager gno, even a dead fairy might look so, as if he or she wasn’t trying to eat their brains but talk to them.

It was a strange world, I know.

But, on the bright side, the gnos didn’t look chewed up!

"Alive! And handso..." the gno began to wink at .

I giggled.

"Ok — now! I’m sure he’d love to date you later! You can bring him in!"

Now... I did have a child with a fairy. One which was a hag, or so I liked to claim. But that was sothing along the lines of planting a seed, and it growing artificially.

I gulped.

I wasn’t getting any better at trying to explain how sothing as tiny as Belladonna managed to get into producing Pan.

Honestly, the man is pretty! Not like that undead horror!

"Hello, Foodie Nymph Sylvan," the voice was normal. Which was the strange thing about it.

Fairies were tiny. Just like gnos.

So, why didn’t this prince sound so, as if he had gulped down a giggling potion?

I looked up from my pot. Having a skill which lets you feed an army was dead useful! Not to ntion, I had taken it upon myself to supply Pan’s husbands with food as they delved into the World Dungeon.

"You are not small," my brain worked in mysterious ways... "And you have pink hair."

It was strange that I noticed that, but not sothing that was there, right under the man’s head.

"And you are not wearing a shirt! What is with you people and corsets?" By the love of everything that was holy and unholy, I needed to get him into a tunic!

What if Mordred and Mortir left their brother’s side to co and visit, and they saw this guy?

What if he told them the na, address, and price rate of the evil incarnate who had sewed up that see-through thing?

"This is no corset, Sir Nymph," he was smirking, as he moved towards .

Wasn’t he cold? Maybe he was having a fever and had taken complete leave of his senses! "This is a vest."

"Look here, you!" I took out a tunic, a spare one which might have been Aron’s, might have been Nick’s. Those two were of a similar build. "I don’t know who sent you, or why you co here half-naked in shorts that don’t even cover up your ass...!"

I blinked.

The shorts were fur-lined. Who wore fur-lined shorts?

"Here, just dress yourself," I gave him pants as well.

Only to find out that he also needed underwear.

As I stared in mute horror at that thing between his legs, my brain short-circuited.

I fell down. The gnos were left to guard my virtue.

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The handso pink-haired fairy was still there, by my side, now dressed.

But I had seen what those shorts had covered up! I knew that he was no normal creature.

It was...

Before, while I lived by thuselah, I never felt the itch, as I call it now.

My tree was the center of my universe.

We talked if I was close enough. He taught things. I planted shrubs near him to keep him company. I an... I was practically living with my parent... foster parent.

I didn’t feel ok to do such things under his roof.

One had to move out, apparently, to even feel the itch. It was sothing which I hated and loved at the sa ti.

My brain, once pristine and slightly bored, was a pile of smut, most adventurous.

But I needed to know what the fairy was doing in the Tree of mories.

Why he wanted to talk to dressed like jail bait.

That last fact was very important for . Because oh, if there were fairies who dressed like that and wanted that, then I was sure to visit the whole tribe!

What?

I blinked at my own thoughts.

"Sylvan, let us cut to the chase," he leaned in, his elegant fingers going lower and lower. Where was Aron? Where were the gnos? "You are a Dark Nymph. The strongest there is. And you have been... awakened recently. To put it simply..."

He placed a finger in his mouth and began to suck on it! The hell!

"If you don’t get the mana that you need, you will suck the world dry. So, I volunteer to be the focus of your skill. Feel free to augnt with as much mana as you wish," he was rubbing the wet finger over the tunic. I just knew that he was doing it over the nipple!

"I... uhm..."

It wasn’t the most intelligent thing I said, but he was there, he was willing, probably horny as well, and I was bubbling to the brim with mana.

"Aron!"

But that didn’t an that my man wasn’t going to join in the fun!

"Aron...?" He was wavering.

Oh, the man was here for power, but I was a Foodie Nymph, not a Lady of the Night Nymph!

"My man will also get mana," I told the fairy with a straight face. "And share in the soul bond, so you can marry us!"

"What?"

That was music to my ears. But soon, Aron was there! A contract already in his hands!

I loved him so much at that mont!