As Tibaut read through the paper, Agnes found a crate hidden under a cloth behind a pillar. She dragged the fabric off to find various green bottles.

“Are these?” She picked one up and looked at it.

One of the girls came beside her, pressed her cheek against hers, and looked at it. A smile came over her face and she uncorked it.

“Want some?” She said as she held it out.

The woman grabbed it with both her hands and took a swig.

(“Hehe, try to steal him away from me, will you? I can't wait to see your reac-”)

Beside her, another one had opened a bottle. She smirked before forcing it into Agnes’s mouth.

The bottle wasn't flush with her mouth and she created a green mist after it touched her tongue. She began spitting it out and using her shirt to wipe it off her tongue. After the first swig, the monster that drank it simply took it out of her mouth.

She pouted while looking at the other with tears in her eyes. (“Ah, I knew it. It was those nasty healing potions the priest used to keep with him. Wait, Tibaut’s still injured maybe I can use this to-”)

The ticket to Tibaut’s pants was quickly cut off when the monster girl behind her, dragged her to the floor, having her legs straddle Agnes’s back. The one that took a swig of the bottle leered at her while giggling.

(“What is she-”)(●□●)

She turned to Tibaut and within an instant, she knew what the harlot was planning. After all, she was planning the same thing.

(“N-no, you couldn't be thinking of!”)

The monster placed her bottle into Tibaut's mouth and…

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(“Woah, is Agnes good? Shit, she must have been running on fumes after we escaped from the priest.”)

Only the whites of her eyes were visible and she was foaming at the mouth. The monster girl placed a potion in her mouth, so Tibaut wasn't too worried for her health.

(“Or maybe she just passed from fear? To be safe I should probably take her off Agnes.”)

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He drank a few more potions and the pain eventually subsided. He wasn't as fresh as he was when he entered the dungeon but this was good enough considering the blows he took.

(“Hmm, hey Drake.”)

(“What, have you grown tired of calling me a bitch?”)

The monster girls had gotten used to the red drake and were now only mildly irritated when they spoke. (Well most of them, the one with blonde iridescent hair calmed herself by biting a nearby table.)

(“How much time has passed since I've left Elizabeth? I've kinda lost track.”)

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(“Oh, you do have a brain. You're correct in thinking you'll only have to wait over a day before Elizabeth supposedly arrives. So stay here and keep yourself occupied.”)

(“What? Down here's no good. I have to be on the third floor at least. I'm not gonna just let them fight them by themselves.”)

(“Sigh, you could do with an increase in wit. Unfortunately, I don't think any modifications I made to this body would help in that regard.”)

(“...”)

Was it really them who brought him into this world? If so, Tibaut might be one of the unluckiest men in the multiverse. This wasn't a goddess asking him to save the world, just an annoying and miserable old crone in his ear that made him her errand boy.

(“So you do know your role.”)

He clicked his tongue.

(“So about what? Over twenty-four hours until they arrive right?”)

(“Hmm, sure.”)

He wasn't confident in that answer but trusted it regardless. After all, it wasn't as if he had a watch with him.

(“You mentioned knowing where Elizabeth was when I ran away. Can you sense her like that gate?”)

(“Who knows? Maybe I'm just making better use of your five senses than you are.”)

Tibaut scoffed and rolled his eyes.

(“You know what, I'll just head up as soon as I wake up. You're no good.”)

And with that, Tibaut decided the hard stone floor would make for a good bed and quickly fell asleep.

(“Heh, I'm sure you'll be surprised when you wake up.”)

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The ten shadows ran through the dense midnight forest. There were no roads here and there probably haven't been roads here in centuries.

“Hurry the hell up, you slow bastard!” Tina shouted.

It looked like stealth wasn't a priority to this group. “Shut the hell up? Girl, do you think I'm gonna be as quick with this brat over my shoulder,” Nigel responded. Over his shoulder was Kevin, holding a hand over his mouth with weak-looking eyes.

“So you think the rest of us are slacking?” She shouted. On her shoulder was Lily, who looked quite comfortable on this ride.

“Sorry, I'm so slow, Tina. But ya know, people like me gotta conserve our energy.” She said with a smile.

“Elizabeth, I'm sure I could travel just as fast if I dragged her with a rope,” Tina responded, eyeing Lily's undefended rear.

She began struggling but she held on to her tight.

“If you'd like for me to drag you like that as well, I'll consider it.” She responded. She had the black-haired Nora over her shoulder, leading the group.

Tina kept her mouth shut while grimacing as she heard Lily's giggles.

“I'll volunteer if you get this old hag off me,” Furor answered.

“Come on Furor, this is great training,” Ruby responded.

“Why the hell are you even on my shoulder, you're probably the third quickest here.”

“You did offer, didn't you?”

After seeing Tina and Elizabeth lug what he felt was deadweight, he boldly shouted: “If any of you bastards think I'm gonna carry you, fucking try me!” Ruby was quick to oblige him.

“Can't you tell this bitch to run with her own feet!?” Furor shouted at Elizabeth.

“Sorry but as long as Nigel maintains his current pace, there's no problem with her being on your shoulder.” She answered.