I had tried to use Return, yet sohow the Demon Lord had found so way to hold there. I had managed to send my girls on their way, but the cost was extre damage to my soul not unlike dying. However, I had succeeded and they were safe.
So kind of seal was around my neck. It wasn’t a slave mark, but sothing else. It prevented from being able to access my skills. I couldn’t use Portal, and I couldn’t use Return. I also tried Slave Communication, but I only received silence.
As for my girls, they were in Chalm now, about six weeks travel away from Alerith. In other words, no one was going to save from this predicant but myself. Actually, so of the girls had Portal equipped the last ti I checked, but since I usually cast the spell for them, I hoped they didn’t think of it and put themselves back in danger. A bunch of Demonic Knights grabbed and picked up, and I was dragged underground into a keep and jailed. They tossed into a dark, damp cell with a dirty ground.
There was a dull ache that filled my body from what I had done to my soul. It was difficult for to recall what I had done. It had been sothing I did in the mont, desperate to protect the won and not let them get captured. As a result, I was the only one in prison. That’s when I rembered that Carmine hadn’t gone with us either. She must have been in the fight. I didn’t know if the Demon Lord knew our connection. If he did, Carmine might already be dead.
“Widow’s Dungeon.” The Demon Lord’s words brought out of my thoughts.
He was standing on the other side of the cell, watching with just a hint of curiosity.
“What of it?” I responded after a few monts of silence.”
“You’re the one who destroyed it, correct?”
“… yes.”
Of course, I didn’t destroy it. I completed it. This was a radically different thing, so I didn’t mind letting this lie stick. He could have seen the tattoos on my body. I thought it a little weird he didn’t seem to ntion them.
“I had planted that dungeon so long ago.” He sighed. “I have to say, seeing you destroy decades of work was painful. It was especially depressing since I had co so close to finally achieving my goal. I had that Hero King right where I wanted him, and then you had to go about freeing his soul and letting him be reborn.”
“You want sympathy?” I responded, my lips curling spitefully.
“No… I suppose not.” He chuckled. “How could a human ever relate to a demon? Ah! Then again, you have that Demon girl as your slave, right? I suppose that is the nature of humans and demons. One always has to be Master over the other. Well… I don’t intend to be anyone’s slave!”
“How are you alive?” I finally demanded. “Elaya and Xin killed you!”
“Did they now?” His eyes twinkled. “Well, they tried. I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet. After all, the lore of Widow’s Dungeon wasn’t just their story, it was my story as well.”
My eyes widened and I jerked up. “You don’t an…”
He nodded. “I’m the son of the King and Xin.”
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