“A-another one?” Agnes stated behind Tibaut.

Her skin was pale with a hint of blue like the last but this woman was clearly different.

She stared blankly at Tibaut and unlike the last one approached him.

(“As long as that pain in the ass doesn't speak I should be fine…. I'm doomed.”)

He kept an eye on his surroundings as she approached. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was in no shape to fight.

(“So apparently this is one of the women Albus kidnapped… God imagine being turned into something like. I mean if I retained my mind I probably wouldn't mind, I mean I'd look cool as hell-”) He paused after noticing how close this particular woman had gotten. She thoroughly examined his body and even lifted an arm of his.

“Uh,” He looked unsure as he looked at her.

Hearing this, she turned to his face, staring into his eyes.

“Hello, there.” He awkwardly said. “What are you doing?”

She seemed to be amazed by something and opened her mouth in surprise. She quickly ran off and Tibaut stood there unsure of what happened.

Agnes quickly dragged on his arm. “It'd be good if we left, right?” She worriedly asked.

“R-right, let's get a move on. (What was that?)”

(“If I had to guess, not all the women with my sister’s essence have the same set personality. The original host’s personality might have a strong effect on how they act. Ugh, I'm disgusted. I hope you die, experiment.”)

He was simultaneously thankful for the information and was worried about that last part. Regardless they were at the final stretch of this and if he was lucky he might encounter the bastard who has been giving them problems recently. He ran towards the direction the voice in his head had highlighted.

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So here's the funny thing about being shown the direction of something within a maze. Even if you know where your endpoint is, you still have to find the correct path in said maze to get there. And over the course of an hour, Tibaut came to learn that fact. He'd foolishly go west each time there was a fork in the path and each time would result in disappointment and a new dead end. Without the map, it was a matter of luck that they didn't thread old paths. He considered having Agnes use his pants as a map but there was only so much clothing a man could take off around a woman and not feel awkward and the shirt passed that point for him. He was sure he'd be better off without this carrot on a stick dangling before him, showing where he couldn't reach.

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“Step back, Agnes.” He warily stated.

She wondered what he was doing and quickly ran back when she saw him creating a fireball the size of a man. It moved like a man who moderated internet forums and gave Tibaut ample time to run away.

A giant blast rang out throughout the hallways and even echoed a few times. The ground even shook and Tibaut was confident this was the way.

(“I don't care if I tire myself out, as long as I get there I don't gotta do shit this for… wait he said it could be a person…”)

The thought of having an extra person and even worse, them resisting him as he made his way up and confronted that priest left his spirit soured.

(“At.. at least I've made a shortcut.”)

He wondered how much of a hole his blast had created and after the dust settled he was greeted by an almost identical wall.

He and Agnes walked up to the wall to make sure what they saw was real.

Agnes first rubbed her hand against it and quickly pulled it off.

“Hot but...” She said.

Tibaut put his hand against it as well and didn't even feel a scratch.

(“Didn't you notice the lack of damage during your battle? You disappoint me with each passing moment.”)

Well, back to walking for them. That is what he thought but he noticed something strange about the murals in this part of the dungeon. The demons were looking in a different direction. Was this it? Was it the hint he needed to find his destination? He started walking with an increased vigour and Agnes scrambled to follow him.

He ran following the direction of the demons until they changed directions. He noticed they did so at an intersection and quickly entered the path both demons stared down.

He ran down the path with bated breath until finally he entered the room. It was followed by disappointment when he noticed there was no further path in this room. And the feeling he was *gifted* told him his destination was further away from here.

(“Is this really a red herring? No, no way, there has to be some secret path here that leads to there. I refuse to beli-”)

A thought soon came into his head. Was there any guarantee that this thing or person the drake was looking for was even somewhere important?

(“Hehehe, so you've finally realised?”)

He crumpled to the floor, soundly defeated. Any hints or significance anywhere in the dungeon were worthless.

This important thing wasn't located at “5F Throne of The Ruler” it could be in “5F Room A3” or “5F Hallway F8”. There was no way out of it. He'd have to find this thing without hints or help.

“Screw it, I'm already here. Maybe I'll find a map of the place or something. It's important so something worthwhile has to be here!” He convinced himself.

“Tibaut?” Agnes asked.

“Oh, I said that out loud. Don't worry Agnes, I was thinking about something. Don't mind me. (Ugh, I'm drained. But there's no way in hell I'm sleeping down here.)”