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When I had ended up on the Faerie Plains, I had been half of a man. I was filled with anger and loneliness. I had fought for my life in the Twilight dungeon and had been deprived of my harem of girls for a long ti. I was possibly at my lowest point, and when the fey started to advance on while treating humans like trash and slaves, I had grown angry. I recalled the na of the woman I had killed. It was Nerissa. She wasn’t the first person I had ever killed, and she wouldn’t be the last.

At the ti, it had seed like the best option. I had feared Nerissa would cause trouble for if I left her alive, so I had killed her. I had left her sister alive though, never thing that the ta and peaceful Kaia would change so much. It had only been a few months, but she had hardened a lot. Her once naïve eyes that sort of reminded of my own when I first ca to this world were gone. She was a hard woman, the kind of person who would stab soone in the back whom she had promised to negotiate with.

The human rebellion on the Faerie Plains had ended so pitifully, that it was kind of sad. Detri, who had once been saved by Kaia, had trusted her to talk peace with him honestly. anwhile, I was sure her family told her that this was her last chance to fix the mistakes she had caused. It was abundantly clear which choice she had made.

“Great Human King, we await the day of your return!”

Those were the last words that Detri had left for . Yet, I hadn’t even made a single attempt to return. I had almost completely forgotten about the fey. On the list of things, I had to do, it was so far back on my list that it might as well not exist. Had they not invaded, I might not have ever honored that promise. Yet, that man had died believing in , and this woman had beco a monster becos of my actions. Was this entire invasion my fault? Was I the reason they were here?

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It wasn’t like I had any more ti to ponder this question. It was only a mont after we finished talking that a slot opened in the floor and a pedestal began to raise out of it. On top of the pedestal was a shining orb, the dungeon core. No, it was the human core.

At the sa ti, Carmine began to glow with light. Most of her armor was in pieces now. The majority of her body was exposed, the undergarnts filled with cuts and bruises. She hadn’t looked at once, even when I shouted her na. Her eyes were blank, staring ahead. This was so kind of puppetry magic. I was certain of that.

“Let her go!” I shouted, taking a step forward.

“Hehe… will she even go with you?” Kaia asked teasingly as the glow stopped, and I could see a completed blessing on Carmine’s arm. “Carmine, go fetch the orb for us.”

“No! Carmine, stop!” I called out. “It’s , Deek. I’m here.”

Carmine did stop for just a mont, but then she started walking toward the orb. I cursed, using Phase shift to lunge for the orb. When I got close to it, I felt a burning in my arm. A powerful strike shot out and I stumbled back. It was the girls from Titan’s Fall that caught .

“Oops…” Kaia laughed, lifting her arm. “It looks like you didn’t complete the blessing.”

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