[Chapter:8][Koarleina(I).]_Lord Of The Spells

“Big Brother, are we going to the lowest floor of the Dungeon?”(Ari)

“Yes, have you ever been there?”

“*shake* *shake* No, Big Sister said there are many scary monsters in the lower floors that can easily destroy the continent. Big Brother, why do monsters fight against us?”(Ari)

“Why, huh?”

Hearing Ari’s question, Zenith, who was walking relaxedly with the little elf atop his shoulders and another dazed elven girl following him while questioning life, tries to recall what he had heard from Alice before, when she intervenes.

((Honestly, there is actually only one reason why monsters attack those of the Sentient Race, because that is how they are born.))

‘I thought monsters are born from thoughts and mana?’

((Yes, and also from emotions. And you should know too that there are very few emotions as strong and infective as anger, hatred, and despair.))

‘Ahh…so that’s how it is…monsters are born from negative emotions, so it’s only natural that their very first instinct would be hatred and anger towards those that are different from them…’

((Yes. Hatred, anger, despair, hopelessness, fear, terror, doubt, suspicion, and other negative emotions are more often than not far stronger than other positive emotions like patience, hope, joy, etc…perhaps Love is the one emotion that doesn’t lose out to those negative ones…))

‘Love makes one blind….there’s a reason why there are a lot of proverbs based on love, after all….’

Although Zenith knew the reason, explaining it in ways for a twelve year old child like the adorable little one giggling to herself while playing with his hair wasn’t easy. Nonetheless, a 20 digit wisdom, while not always useful, does have moments when it shines like the gold it is.

“Hmm…it’s because monsters have been wronged.”

“Wronged? So monsters fight us because we did bad things to them?”(Ari)

“Yes.”

Emilia’s long, pointy ears twitch as she realises that her master was talking about one of the greatest mysteries of the multiverse, not counting a maiden’s heart, that had been subjected to countless debates over the centuries. Knowing how powerful he was, capable of turning those between level 600 and 700 to ashes before they can even detect him, she gets slightly closer, disregarding the wariness that she feels towards the Pervert before her, curiosity winning over caution.

“You see, monsters lack love. Humans, Beast kin, Elves, Dwarves, Demons, the Noble kin, everybody has a few things in common, one of them is enjoying good food, while another is fear towards the unknown. Say there’s a person that is always wearing a mask, hidden away in long cloaks, that is always following you. What will you think? Will you be scared?”

“No? I would think that that mister is my admirer, but is wearing a mask because he’s too ugly and might scare me?”(Ari)

“Uh…”

Even Zenith had never expected such an answer, inadvertently freezing for a moment, before smiling wryly. Making a note to himself that children can be as sharp tongued as they are innocent, not to mention she said it with such a genuinely convincing expression that people might actually believe her, Zenith tries to divert the topic.

“*cough*…so, uh, where was I? Ah, yes, the unknown. Say there’s a, uh, person who always carries a large axe, but you only see him at night. And in the morning, that person disappears and there is a lot of blood on the floor. You clean the blood, but that night you see that person again, with the same big axe, and the next morning there’s blood again? Isn’t it scary?”

“….yes, it is.”(Ari)

Despite saying that, Zenith could see that Ari didn’t find it frightening in the least. The elven teen behind them, on the other hand, was already shaking her head, as if trying to get the scary imagination out of her head. Who’s the kid here…, he thought, as Zenith continues his explanation.

“So, anyway, people like us are scared of monsters. Because they are different from us. And since we are scared, we don’t…play with them. How would you feel if Big Brother doesn’t play with you?”

“Ah! Big Brother! You promised!”(Ari)

Perhaps thinking Zenith truly wouldn’t play with her, Ari raises her voice while pouting, making Zenith chuckle as he rubs her smooth alive hair.

“Of course I’ll play with you, but you’ll be sad if I don’t, right? You’ll be angry, right?”

“Yes! Ari will be angry if Big Brother doesn’t keep his promise!”(Ari)

‘So don’t even think about breaking it!’, is what Zenith felt her expression meant, as Ari declared loudly.

“Right. And since people are afraid of monsters, they didn’t play with them. Because of that, monsters got angry. What will Ari do if she gets angry?”

“I’ll….I’ll….”(Ari)

Ari tries to sound more threatening, but her stuttering to answer only made her look cuter. Smiling, Zenith gave her a hint.

“Throw a tantrum?”

“Right! Ari will throw a tantrum if Ari gets angry!”(Ari)

She nods her head. Zenith couldn’t help but pinch her cheeks as he saw how cute she looked, making Alice click her tongue.

‘Jealous? You’ll get your chance soon, both to pinch and be pinched.’

((Wh-Why would I be jealous!? Humph!))

“So, so, monsters are throwing a tantrum? Because we aren’t playing with them?”(Ari)

“That’s right. People aren’t playing with monsters, nor are they treating monsters as other people. Instead, people are treating monsters as a plague, as a pest that must be eradicated. That is why monsters fight against people. You know those few monsters that actually listen to people?”

“Ahh! Ari knows! Ari once saw a big lion monster that had a Tamer ridding it!”(Ari)

“Right, those Tamers understand the monsters lack love, and they treat monsters with care and affection, and play with them, and feed them, and do all kinds of fun things together, and even fight together. That’s why those monsters don’t attack other people.”

“Then, then, Ari can have monster friends as well?”(Ari)

Looking at the excited little elf, Zenith couldn’t help but chuckle as he opens her Status using the nearly undetectable connection between them, fortifying that connection while at it.

((User Parameter Display(Status)))

User ID:[Ari]

User Priority:[Grade-10]

Race:[Elf] Age:[12 years] Sex:[Female]

Primary Class:[Zenith’s Slave:Lv-1/???]

HP:14.5/14.5 HP Recovery:0.013 /second

MP:3/3 MP Recovery:0.012 /second

SP:15.75/15.75 SP Recovery:0.014 /second

((Stats))

Strength:6(10) Intelligence:8(10) Mana Density:0(0)

Endurance:7(10) Wisdom:9(10) Mana Recovery:0(0)

Vitality:9(10) Willpower:17(10) Mana Capacity:0(0)

Agility:10(10) Dexterity:7(10) Mana Perception:0(0)

Control:8(10) Focus:8(10) Mana Manipulation:0(0)

Charm:30(10) Luck:???(10) Mana Affinity:12(0)

Life:???(10) Natural Recovery:6(10)

((Skills))

[Zenith’s Blood:Lv-10/10] | [Familiarity:Lv-10/10] | [Survival:Lv-4/10]

‘Oh? What’s this class?’

((This…it’s actually a named class…*sigh*…I’m not even surprised…))

‘A named class? Like a class that is defined by a certain person’s relation?’

((That’s right. A class is, basically, an identity, and apparently, no other identity is greater than being your slave.))

‘Huh…now I’m curious what class you’ll get.’

((What?))

‘It’ll either be Zenith’s Wife or Zenith’s Love, I guess?’

((Wh-What no-nonsense!? I won’t get a c-class like that!?!))

As to be expected by a possessor of a Lv-10 smooth talking skill, Zenith was getting better and better at teasing his dear. Though, he was actually quite curious. If his name was now a greater form of identity than other classes, than what about his own class?

((Status))

Name:Zenith Zero

Race:Human(?) Age:16(?) years Sex:Male

Class:Apprentice Spell Caster

Level:1(84.27%)

HP:?/? HP R:? /sec | MP:?/? MP R:? /sec | SP:?/? SP R:? /sec

((Stats))

Strength:? Intelligence:? Mana Density:?

Endurance:? Wisdom:? Mana Recovery:?

Vitality:? Willpower:? Mana Capacity:?

Agility:? Dexterity:? Mana Perception:?

Control:? Focus:? Mana Manipulation:?

Charm:? Luck:? Mana Affinity:?

Life:? Natural Recovery:?

((Skills))

[Knowledge-(Contemporary) | (Ancient) | (Futuristic) | (Prophetic):Lv-?/10]

[Mastery-(Weapon) | (Combat) | (Art) | (Research) | (Miscellaneous):Lv-?/10]

[Spellcraft-(Mastery) | (Knowledge) | (Experimentation) | (Foresight):Lv-?/10]

((Grimoires))

[Ancient-(Holy) | (Necromancy) | (Space) | (Time) | (Soul):Lv-?/10]

‘….huh?’

Zenith tilted his head in confusion, making the little elf who was busy playing with it yelp in indignation. Quickly tilting it back, he let his hair be at the adorable one’s mercy while lightly frowning.

‘Alice?’

((Yes?))

‘Why is my status different from before?’

((Huh? What do you mean?))

The box representing Alice enlarges, and Zenith’s Status reappears on it. But Zenith freezes when he sees that.

‘Wait….if you’re here….then who’s that?’

((What….))

The box representing Alice projects a question mark as it tilts to face the holographic screen on which Zenith’s Status was displayed. Zenith doesn’t say anything, merely continuing to walk while letting Ari play with his hair and seemingly listening to her and Emilia’s chat, but he had in actual fact already released the limiters on his stats, which he soon realised were far greater than he had thought they were.

‘What in the world….this….this isn’t a 10^19….this….my stats…my strength and life force and mana….they’re….increasing? In real time?....without me doing anything?...what’s going o-….Alice?’

That was when he felt it. Alice wasn’t answering. Ari was no longer playing with his hair. Emilia was no longer talking. Time, was no longer flowing.

“….who?”

Zenith mutters while squinting his eyes, and in but a moment, unfathomable amounts of mana gush out of his body, ripping past space and time, spreading to every corner of the frozen dimension, and then beyond it. In but a mere moment, his mana, his senses, and his presence spread to each and every corner of the ever expanding multiverse which had stopped in time, and nothing, from the Abyss’ Hive mind to the System’s ethereal form to the System’s physical body escaped his perception.

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

In that moment, Zenith was essentially, truly, omniscient. Not merely omniscient in the meaning of being able to see and hear and sense everything, but knowing everything. His mana and senses ripped past space, reaching the undefined corners of the multiverse, and from those corners, they transcended space and matter, slipping into the vast, infinitesimal expanse of nothingness, of the Void.

Despite it being Zenith’s first contact with the Void, he grasped at its essence by pure instinct, tearing the very presence of nothingness apart to reach further and further, until finally, his mana collided into a near unsurpassable obstacle.

Time. The Flow of Time. And not merely the small, tiny, thin, and feeble lines that he is much used to stopping at will, but a flow so huge, so gigantic, so enormous, so breathtaking, so, simply, astounding, that his own mana seemed insignificant before it. Time, in all of its majesty, was there before him, stopping him in his path. But will Zenith agree to this decision of Time?

Obviously not.

Give way, surrender, and become mine, or become extinct.

His voice was soft, yet it reached beyond the Void. His voice was spelled in no known language, yet it was understood by all of existence. His voice was neither domineering, nor majestic, nor did it demand respect, yet it was obeyed by reality itself. For that was precisely what Zenith had done, using his mana, overbearing, overwhelming mana, to make Reality bend to its knees.

And so it did.

You…so it’s you…I see…very well then…I see no reason to interfere…as long as you know your limits…as long as you do not cross the line…

His voice resounded within the annals of time, reaching from the very Beginning to the End of existence, from before Creation was created, to after Extinction had ended. And it was an amused voice, one filled with curiosity. Yet it was also the last words that were uttered by him, as his mana, which had made Space, Time, the Void, Life, Death, Existence, Extinction, and Reality itself, into its subordinate, receded back to his body, from beyond Time itself, back to the small, nearly insignificant Dimension that calls itself Koarleina.

((….are you talking about?))

“….and then, those Adventurers were like….”(Emilia)

“…ehehe~…Big Brother’s hair is so nice and soft and warm and….”(Ari)

‘Nothing, dear. I was just wondering why my status changed.’

((Your status? How did it….huh?...wait…what?....wha-…what’s going on!?))

Once again checking his status, Zenith couldn’t help but chuckle as he heard his darling’s scream of astonishment and disbelief.

((Zenith Zero))

Race:Zenith Zero Age:Unknown Sex:Male

Class:Zenith Zero

Level:?(??.??%)

Class:Apprentice Spellcaster

Level:1(84.27%)

((Stats))

Body:♾ | Mind:♾ | Magic:♾ | Luck:♾ | Life:♾

((Skills))

[Knowledge-(Omniscience-Locked) | (Miscellaneous):Lv-♾/?]

[Mastery-(Omnipotence-SemiLocked) | (Miscellaneous):Lv-♾/?]

[Spellcraft-(???????-Locked) | (Miscellaneous):Lv-♾/?]

((Grimoires))

[Lost-(Omnibus-SemiLocked) | (Void) | (Creation) | (Nihility):Lv-♾/?]

[Forgotten-(Omnibus-SemiLocked) | (Order) | (Chaos):Lv-♾/?]

[Unknown-(Omnibus-SemiLocked) | (Reality) | (Phantasm):Lv-♾/?]

((Wha….what…is this…huh….eh…wha….ah….?...))

Alice became completely dumbstruck, unable to neither speak nor type properly, as even the box representing her threatened to collapse. Chuckling, Zenith decided to leave her alone for a while and join in on the elven duo’s talk instead.

“So you’re an Adventurer Emi?”

“E-Emi?”(Emilia)

“Yes! Big Sister is an Adventurer! Ari will also become an Adventurer when Ari grows up! Big Sister promised to take Ari on Adventures!”(Ari)

“Oh? Why don’t you become an Adventurer right now?”

“Because, Big Sister says she’s not strong enough to protect me yet. Ari said many times Ari will protect Big Sister instead if Big Sister isn’t strong enough, but Big Sister only smiles…Big Sister never listens to Ari.”(Ari)

Ari glares at Emilia, pouting, causing Zenith to laugh out loud. Once more, he reaffirmed that his decision to lock away the majority of his newly attained skills was the correct one. Would he have enjoyed this funny conversation had he allowed himself to be omniscient? Perhaps, but he sure didn’t want to risk it. Especially since he knew that the only way of undoing it would be severing his memories of omniscience, completely destroying them. Which was, even for him, unbelievably difficult, since his Mind was, well, infinite.

((I…I….I don’t….get it…what….just what happened….how……))

Zenith sighed to himself helplessly, before he answered.

‘Don’t overt think it. Just think of it this way, your hubby’s omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent now. Just like a God. Not the self-proclaimed ones that are above level:1,000, but an actual Almighty God.’

((Eh….huh…uh…yeah….right….))

So shocked she was, that Alice couldn’t even react to Zenith calling himself her hubby. Helpless, Zenith could only curb his desire to shake his head lest he cause the little one to fall, and got back to the discussion at hand.

“Well, you don’t have to wait anymore. As long as you want to, I’ll get Ari registered tomorrow. You want to become an Adventurer, Ari?”

“Yes! Thank you Big Brother! You’re the best!”(Ari)

The little one says happily, giving him a peck on his cheeks. Although stunned, Zenith chuckled at her show of joy nonetheless, and punished her by messing with her long and soft silver hair, making her hold her head while pouting.

“Umm…don’t I get a say in this?”(Emilia)

“”Nope.(!)””(Zenith and Ari)

Both of them said simultaneously, causing Emilia to puff her cheeks in anger. Looking at the seventeen year old acting not unlike a kid, Zenith reaches his hand over and ruffled her head.

“H-hey! Not my hair!!”(Emilia)

Despite her protests, Emilia couldn’t hide her decreasing anger, almost making Zenith think his little family got another tsundere.

After that, the group of three(four, since Alice wouldn’t let herself be excluded) carried on with their excursion-like carefree walk to the lowest floor of the Dungeon Koarleina, with Emilia describing her experiences as an Adventurer and Zenith teasing her now and then and Ari chuckling and giggling and Alice muttering ‘Impossible.’, ‘How could this be?’, and ‘Just when did this happen!?’, every now and then.

A certain spirit, on the other hand, wasn’t so relaxed.

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“What’s going on!? What’s with that human!?”(Koarleina)

Dungeon spirit Koarleina, in the form of a rather muscular woman in violet and crimson knight armour, with red hair tied into a pony tail, large crimson eyes, a beautiful face, a huge rack, a shapely yet also athletic body, and a pair of absurdly huge sledge hammers on her back, screams out loud in a shrill, despairing voice.

“That’s cheating! A man is supposed to fight with his fists! How can all the monsters I created turn to ash the moment he steps onto the floor!? And they ever reappear back when he goes to the next floor!! What is he, the God of Ash and Rebirth!?”(Koarleina)

Koarleina was absolutely dumbfounded at this turn of events. Back then, roughly thirty six minutes ago, when she sensed the massive surge of mana in the 52nd floor, she was honestly terrified. Koarleina likes strength, and she herself feels that the physical body is far more important than intelligence or wisdom or mana. Of course, for the sake of fighting more efficiently, she was forced to raise her mental stats as well, else her senses wouldn’t be able to keep up with her speed and reactions.

But in her heart, she knew that mages and warlocks were hard to deal with. In fact, unlike what most people would think, mages and warlocks are harder to deal when in close range than from afar. From far away, you can simply cast large scale and long lasting spells or make it rain arrows or simply lunge boulders at them, but once close, as long as the mage has enough mana, and you can’t break their shield in one go, you’re screwed.

If it’s a knight, even if you can’t cut through their defence and deal substantial damage, you can at least use brute strength to fling them away, making them disorientated. But not to a mage. Viewing it in that perspective, a mage actually makes a better vanguard than a knight or a guardian ever could. Especially since unlike an all rounder knight and a defence oriented guardian, a mage’s damage rate would make even a berserker call foul. Of course, the prerequisite of this is that said mage or warlock must be capable of bearing the mental and, sometimes, physical, brunt of using multiple skills simultaneously. Now spells, using several hundreds of them at once can be done as easily as blinking one’s eyes with four digit mental stats. Skills? Not so easy.

“This is ridiculous!! How can he turn even level:846 Giants into ashes!? And the piles aren’t even getting bigger! Giants are tens of meters taller than Trolls!! Why are the piles of ash still the same size!? How is that possible!?”(Koarleina)

Unable to comprehend the invading human’s inhuman strength, Koarleina could only try to find minor faults such as this in frustration, and a predictable and completely ordinary response that is naturally applicable to anyone that has their homes that they built so carefully and their monsters that they created with such great excitement invaded and destroyed so quickly by a single man.

Just thirty odd minutes ago, this inhumanly powerful human, this rather attractive looking man, appeared in the 52nd floor with a sudden surge of overwhelming, overbearing mana. Then, all that mana vanished without a trace, and all that remained was a weak looking, and also weak in reality, naked young man with an unknown level:1 Class. She thought to herself, maybe this young man was the result of an accidental summon from a God, and decided to let him live. After all, he’s such a small kid, barely sixteen years old, and he even has an Unknown Class, although it seemed like a magic based class. True, Koarleina dislikes magic, but she actually has a rather motherly side that she had never shown to anyone, not even to her fellow Dungeon Spirits, and she simply couldn’t bear to let him die.

‘I think I’ll send a Troll to knock him out and bring him here. Then I’ll be able to teleport him back to the first floor. He should be able to handle level:5 Goblins with his two digit magic stats, right? Ah, but I guess I’ll have to get him some clothes first...and maybe examine his body closely for any wounds..hehe’

She thought to herself, yet by the time the dumb, lazy, and turtle like Troll reached him, the youth had gone inside a Safe Room.

‘Ahh! This damnable Troll! How can you be so slow with a sixty in Agility!? Wait till you get here, see how I’ll take care of you! You’ll be having a death match agains an Infant Giant! Blasted thing!’

She directed her anger at the Troll for being far slower than its level should allow it to move, seemingly angry at his obvious fault in combat, though only she herself and perhaps a certain omniscient being knew that it was anger at not being able to see the cute little guy faster.

‘Looking at him, he’s actually pretty adorable…he lacks muscles, but he’s pretty good looking for a kid…especially naked….hehe, maybe I’ll keep him as an assistant? Who knows, he might even be thrilled with being able to train with Giants…’

Muttering to herself in a daze, Koarleina suddenly jumped when she saw the Safe Room’s door open.

‘Right! I forgot the Time Magic inside the Safe Rooms! I don’t know why each floor can’t so without a Safe Room, but since it helps those Knights and Guardians and Berserkers take a rest and heal up, I guess it doesn’t matter.’

Of course, it also helps mages and warlocks quite immensely as well, making them instantly regenerate their lost mana, but that wasn’t something she’s willing to think about.

‘Ahh, there he is. Oho, what’s this? Looks like he’s become much more good looking while inside? He’s still naked….but he’s actually…attractive? And he looks like a twenty year old now…it can’t be…did he actually spend nearly five years inside the Safe Room? No way, right?’

Koarleina was confused at how the kid had suddenly become a rather striking, albeit still nude, man. He still had little muscle, but his body wasn’t lean like those, she thinks and I quote, damnable blasted cowardly nut jobs, that are the mages and warlocks, and is pretty well balanced.

‘Ahh, he looks so surprised seeing the Troll! Hehe, I wonder how he’ll react when he wakes up and sees me. Will he blush? Maybe...even get aroused?’

The Troll then notices him and, to her utmost horror, actually raises its wooden club!

‘Hey! Damn Troll!! What do you think you’re doing!? Put the Club down!! If you actually hurt him, I’ll throw you to the hounds!! God damn it! Why couldn’t I have sent a more intelligent monster that can remember what I asked it to do!?’

For the first time in her long, long life(She doesn’t admit she’s older than 18, though.), Koarleina regretted only creating monsters that had single digit mental stats in return for high physical stats. As she saw the club raised to over the Troll’s head, and the indignant expression on the youth’s face as he raised his hand to point at the Troll, she couldn’t help but scream.

‘Don’t!! Hey you idiot! Run! Dodge! You don’t even have clothes on that hot body of yours! Don’t tell me you’re handsomeness made you a retard!? Aren’t magic classes supposed to be intelligent!? Run already! R-‘

Before she could even finish her sentence, she heard him say a word, or rather, three words, which she will perhaps never forget in her life.

“((Ut Incenderent Cinere))”

*thud* *plop*

‘…huh?’

And the next moment, the Troll disappeared. Literally. And then, a sizeable pile of ash dropped down, along with the stinky leather armour and large wooden club of the Troll.

‘…huh?’

Koarleina could only stare at the scene shown on the artefact she bought from the Dungeon Store called ‘LED Curved Television’, utterly dumbfounded.

What happened next, was a complete nightmare.

The man, still naked, walked forward. Then, he suddenly stopped. Then, a quantity of mana so large that she nearly pissed herself surged from within him, terrifying her into shivering.

‘Th-that’s enough mana to decimate the entire floor!!’

And the next moment, that charming yet terrifying young man disappeared without a trace. Stunned, she kept staring at the now empty place of rock with only a pile of ash and a leather armour and a wooden club for several minutes, before she realised what had happened.

‘Space magic! He…he just ripped past Gogam’s dimensional walls!!’

Thinking back on how she had wanted to keep this young man as an assistant, Koarleina nearly pissed herself, again. This was a terrifying man with enough power to perhaps level her in an instant, and even fight evenly with Gods! The Dungeon Boss she created, is a mere Lesser Titan that has only recently gone up to level:1276, a far cry from a mortal, but still only in the beginning stages for a God!

‘He…he was just a level:1 before, right? Ho-how did he suddenly become so strong? Could he really have spent five years inside the Safe Room? But…but to spend five years, he’ll need food and water…and if he uses the ether, his growth rate will only be one tenth of its original…’

Thinking up till there, Koarleina realised just how terrifying the attractive youth’s Talent was! But before she could even think further, another burst of mana came about. And this time, the mana was so dense, so large, and so horrifying, that she directly fell on her butt! And a small puddle formed beneath her as she shivered and shook in fright.

‘Ahh….ah…that’s….’

And then came that man again.

He was tall, at around 192cm, with a balanced, slightly muscular physique. His body wasn’t the overly buff one that abandoned speed in return for brute strength, nor was it the thin as a fiddle one that is meant only for rogues. No, his body was an extremely ideal looking one, with only as much muscles as one could appreciate them.

And oh, how beautiful they were. His soft looking, extremely fair, nearly porcelain-like unblemished skin did more than justice to those near perfectly carved muscles, those corners and joints that seemed to be dragged right out of a priceless painting that depicted nothing but ideal beauty.

But no, beauty was not the correct word. While his body was like a beautiful sculpture, his face was anything but that. No, his face, was the embodiment of handsomeness. A perfectly well balanced face, with his lips curling up into a charming smile, his pure white eyes gazing at the pile of ash he had not too long ago created with nostalgia. His long white hair, that would make snow appear dull, hung loosely, yet it only added more to his charm, not less. With nary a piece of clothing, that young man, made Koarleina, shudder in shock.

‘Nnnn…’

And a puddle that was similar, yet also different, from the previous one, appeared beneath the dazed and blushing Dungeon Spirit who had for the first time seen, felt, and experienced the feeling which the man before her, Zenith, feels to his own love.

[Chapter:8][Koarleina(I).]

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