(“Boring. She can't even shrug off magic of that level?”)

(“Shut up you bitch, you nearly got me killed. Do you think I'm a joke or something? Weren't you the one who talked about me dying being an inconvenience?”) Tibaut thought as tried to stop his rage from showing externally.

(“It was amusing to watch you struggle.”) The drake said before giggling.

As Tibaut was busy gritting his teeth, Agnes looked swamped with worry.

(“I'm so stupid!”) She berated herself. (“I was just watching instead of helping for so long. He's probably mad about that. Oh no, don't tell I'll be one of those maidens that pretends everything's alright while he's cheating on me and then comes home to give a me few smacks after a drink?”) While her mind was focused on pointless nonsense, Tibaut walked over to her and patted her on the shoulder.

“(I guess she'll at least save my life, so I suppose her feelings against me aren't too negative.) Thanks for helping me out Agnes, I'm pretty sure I'd be screwed without your help.”

Her face became as pink as Tina's hair, though the darkness of the environment hid it well, and had placed a hand over her face to hide her smile.

“Don't mention it.” She meekly replied.

Tibaut walked over to the horned woman and used his flame for light. She was once again docile and stared at him blankly.

Everything from her knees down was covered in ice. She showed no discomfort so maybe she was okay with it?

“Geez you were a pain in the ass.” He remarked while looking at her.

Since they had restrained her, he felt killing her would be a bit unnecessary.

It was obvious from their fight that she was weak to magic. She kept avoiding his fireballs but had no issue with taking blows from Tibaut.

He inched closer and closer to her and she didn't attack. (“It really was you, you bitch.”)

Before he knew it, she had a hand on his head, running it through his hair.

(“For all that is holy, do not say a word.”)

(“...”)

Even though he couldn't see her, he could feel a smirk forming on the drake’s face. When he looked up, he could see the first emotions he'd ever noticed on the woman's face. She looked to be cheery patting him on the head.

“Huh?”

They used their other hand to grab his collar and pulled him closer. She gave him a hug that felt like it lasted an eternity, (the lack of a shirt on her part also didn't help Tibaut’s heart rate) before letting him go, a smile still present on her face.

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(“W-what was that about?”) He wondered while backing away.

(“Hmph.”) The voice groaned, obviously displeased by something.

Instead of attacking the woman giggled instead.

Agnes looked on in distraught. (“My Lord's angel is stealing him from me…”)

Agnes and Tibaut soon left, with Tibaut deciding to wave at the woman and more shockingly, her waving back.

“Well, I guess there's more to this dungeon than even you'd know about,” Tibaut said.

“Y-yeah, I didn't know this place had fallen angels.”

(“Hmm, the voice said they weren't angels but there's no reason to have her believe otherwise. I mean, it's not that important.”)

As they continued walking, Tibaut stopped Agnes again. She didn't even have to ask why before looking down.

“A tripwire?” He asked. “Ugh, I guess that button wasn't out of the normal then.” He sighed when he realised they would have to continue this floor at this casual pace if they didn't want to set anything off.

Agnes carefully stepped over it onto another darker-coloured tripwire.

“Oh no.” She stated.

“Shit.”

A loud bell started ringing and… that was it. They ran away at first but the only damage the trap caused was mild ringing in their ears.

“Hey, Agnes, how about you have me lead from now on.”

“Go ahead.” She said while trying to hide her embarrassment.

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In the bottom of the dungeon.

RING

Father Daniel looked upwards and wore a sour expression.

“Did one of those lobotomites set off a trap? No, strangely enough, they seem aware of the trap placements here.” He got off the pillar and started walking towards the hallway. “One of those fools must have entered the third floor. I have no doubt the girls will kill them, but I should at least collect their crystal and show off his body to the others as a warning. They should really learn to listen to their priest.”

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(“I wonder what the purpose for that trap was?”) He thought as they walked deeper into the dungeon.

The scenery hadn't changed much in the five minutes they had been walking.

(“Okay, more going left.”)

This led to them being subjected to so many dead ends, that Tibaut wondered if there even was another floor.

But finally, after God knows how long they found the entranceway to the fourth floor.

There were no torches, and the floor had a thick layer of dust, with some shoe prints and footprints in it.

(“Don't tell me there are more of them? Nah, no way.”)

(“She wasn't the only one I sensed!”) The voice happily reported.

(“Go kill yourse- Whatever. So you know where they are right? Can you at least give me a heads up?”)

(“Don't you think that'd be a bit boring?”) The drake said with a tone oozing with sarcasm.

Tibaut had to stop himself from punching a nearby wall and began mumbling curses at the demon that decided to inhabit him of all people.

“Uh, are you okay?” Agnes asked.

Tibaut took a deep breath and fixed his face. “Oh sorry, I just remembered something irritating. Let's go.”

He began walking down the stairs and Agnes obediently followed.