The mural here actually revealed exactly what was going on. The first image showed the princess being taken by the demons. She was presented as a beautiful woman with blonde hair. I certainly couldn’t imagine her as the cursing woman in the other room. I could still hear the sounds of shouts and things being thrown. It was only for that reason I felt I still had a few moments to check over everything first.

The second image shows a demon lord pushing himself on the woman. However, in the third, it appears like another man shows up and picks her off her feet. He’s a demon as well, and it looks to be a higher rank than the lord. The lord was sulking and pouting while the white knight was walking away with the girl in his arms in a princess carry. She was looking at him with a blush, and it looks like she had fallen for him, or at least was starting to.

So, I didn’t need to do anything anyway. The white knight was going to burst his way in, save the princess, and then she was going to fall for him. Wait… she was the princess of the humans. He was a demon knight. If the pair of them fell in love, wouldn’t that start a war in the same way as the lord was just talking about? What should I do then? If I allow the story to go a different way, then there is no way I can predict how to end it. On the other hand, the current course is exactly what brings this lore to an unsatisfying end. Was it better to change the direction this dungeon was going, or follow along with the story it wanted to tell?

I recalled my impulsive self once saying in the Widow’s dungeon that I would bend the dungeon to my will and make it tell my story. However, that was easier to say when I was a Portal away from going home. At the moment, I wasn’t even technically in the same world. Just like when I left Earth and came here, I might end up trapped in another world, never to return. However, where my last world was a bitter one, and I only left my mother behind, too many people depended on me from this new world. Dying was one thing, but being unable to return was something far worse.

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It was while I was waiting there that I started to realize something wasn’t right. Thedemon knight hadn’t come to rescue the princess. The room had also quieted down a bit. If he was raping her right now, who knew what the future would hold! Making my decision, I ran out of the room and elbowed my way into the room next door, drawing my starsword.

In front of me, the demon was completely naked. He was on his knees. Behind him was a woman in a torn-up dress. She had a piece of cloth stretched around his neck and was pulling it tightly with gritted teeth. Meanwhile, she had her foot jammed into his back, trying to increase the tightness. He was blue-faced, choking, with his eyes bulging and his tongue sticking out. However, the most noticeable part of him was he was sporting an erection, which he was openly playing with.

“Ooohh… yeah… almost there!” He croaked.

“Why won’t you die!” Hearing her words, I looked up to see a familiar face.

“Carmine?”

“Eh? Master?” She looked up from the suffocating man and tilted her head, then let out a cry. “Ahhh! It-it’s not what it looks like!”

She let go of the clothing choking the guy, who sat back up while rubbing his neck. “Hah, hah… it’s exactly what it looks like!”