As he released more of his mana, it seemed the red woman before him had no end to her appetite for mana.

He even felt the air being dragged towards her from how violently her wound was sucking up the mana he produced.

Thankfully, it wasn't as if his efforts were in vain. Her wound slowly started forming a flesh darker than his own. The fibres of her muscles formed strand by strand until the wound was completely covered by it.

Finally, the skin formed and she looked as good as new.

(“You can stop now. Unless you want her waking up at full power. I'm not sure that'd be a good idea but I'm curious how you'd handle it, so don't let my words discourage you!”)

He quickly stopped and stood back up.

“(Damnit, I don't wanna do this but I guess I don't have a choice!) Hey Agnes, fall back real quick. I'm not sure how safe she is.” He said while sweating bullets. The uncertainty in his voice was all Agnes needed to start hightailing it out of there.

Her breathing was more prominent and he waited in bated breath for her to get up.

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It had been thirty minutes and during said time, Tibaut had been standing like he had a stick up his ass from the tension. He didn't even know so much time had passed with his laser focus on the demon in front of him.

He looked like he surfaced out of a river not too long ago with how much moisture had collected on his body.

(“Hmm, maybe she's brain dead?”) The drake suggested. (“She has been in a comatose state for over seven hundred years. Maybe there's no activity left in that brain of hers.”) She casually suggested.

Tibaut fell to the floor mentally exhausted.

(“I hate you.”)

(“Oh, such a shame. Well then, get a move on, experiment.”)

He walked outside the room and found Agnes before they continued in the dungeon. She asked about the woman but Tibaut just gave vague answers, trying to hide his embarrassment from essentially eyeing down a dead body for half an hour while fearing for his life.

They continued exploring the dungeon, (with Tibaut’s BO making its debut) and found more skeletons and piles of dust lying on the floor.

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As they explored more and more of the dungeon its scale became more and more nonsensical. Tibaut was pretty sure he had been walking down here longer than it took him to walk around town when he was at Albus's estate.

(“We’ve travelled a few kilometres at least. And based on our map, we haven't even repeated any paths yet. How much much further is this path gonna go?”)

Finally, after God knows how long they approached what looked to be a staircase.

He ran over and kissed the floor before it. Before this stairway, there were various other paths, so it is likely the path they travelled wasn't the only possible one.

“Fucking finally.” He said he hugged the floor.

The walking had tired out Agnes and she took this opportunity to sit down on the floor to regain her stamina.

(“Damnit, I'm so sweaty. Couldn't they have just made a straight path to the stairway!”) She thought to herself.

As Tibaut was busy hugging the ground behind him he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He slowly turned around, perhaps expecting another one of the strange women. It wasn't them.

Agnes hurriedly scurried behind Tibaut. Her eyes bulged in shock and her mouth was forced open by what she saw. Her teeth were audible clattering as she looked on at the person who approached them.

They were shorter than Tibaut and had unkempt hair. They wore black robes reminiscent of priests. It looked like it had been used for some time based on the stray fibres sticking out of it along with minor tears at its collar and base.

They had blonde hair and surprisingly looked younger than Tibaut himself. He had very sharp eyes that'd seem intimidating to most people. It was like he was silently judging you as he watched you.

He continued slowly walking until he was mere feet away from Tibaut. There wasn't an ounce of muscle on him and he looked even shorter than Jake now that Tibaut was this close to him.

(“Hmm? Who could this guy be?”) Tibaut wondered. He knew this could possibly be an enemy but with his appearance, he couldn't help but subconsciously liken him to a child lost in a mall looking for their parents.

“Sorry bud, but I can't let you walk off-”

“Was it you who did it?” he asked.

“What?”

“There was a bell that went off a few hours ago. Was that you?” He asked.

Tibaut's face flinched for a moment and that confirmed the boy's suspicions.

“So it was you. But how did you get down here?” He placed his hand on his chin and started to think.

(“Uh, isn't this guy gonna do anything? I was gonna suggest surrendering but it seems like he's already doing it.”)

Tibaut let the boy continue thinking in peace.

“Did you see a woman earlier?”

This immediately put Tibaut on guard and he started summoning a few fireballs.

“Yes, I take it? Then how are you alive? They'd leave Leo a mess if I let them but I saw no scarring or damage on her when she walked past me on the third floor. Who are you exactly?”

“What is that woman?” Tibaut asked.

The young-looking man smirked.

“Curious? I'm sure most outside the dungeon would be.” He said, seemingly unsurprised. “Do you know of that boy we did business with? The one from the failed state that joined this country. He gave us a few of his women and-”