My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1601

“Let her go? That’s impossible!” The councilman slammed his fist down.

“We’re not letting her go,” I responded quietly. “I’ll have her in custody the whole time.”

“And just who are you!” He responded accusingly.

“I’m the one who captured her in the first place?”

He blinked for a second. He had forgotten that!

We were no longer in the dungeon. After Calypso had laid out her terms, we had gone up to the building above to speak about it. Calypso was clear in what she wanted. She would lead me through the gauntlet, but she wouldn’t tell me where this alternative entrance was. This naturally lead to the Inquisitor demanding that she be given a few days to break Calypso, and it all had descended into a mess. It was Eliana who had suggested we not argue in front of the prisoner and finish this discussion somewhere other than a dungeon.

So, we were now in a well-lit receiving room with some boiling tea in the corner, but I didn’t feel like the conversation had become any better. I was seriously considering ignoring this councilman, grabbing Calypso with Portal, and leaving on our own. I didn’t need his permission there. However, as I considered it, I saw Eliana’s desperate eyes and I realized that we had to do things diplomatically for her sake. I had to do it for the baby. I knew the baby had nothing to do with it, but it made me feel better when I said that enough times.

“Have you ever heard of any second entrance?” Eliana asked, trying to redirect the conversation once again.

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“There is no such thing. We would have found it by now.”

“Yet, you agree that the doors are shut and that such a thing should be impossible.” I cut in.

He gave me a look and then sighed. “From what I understand about dungeons, to even semi-permanently shut a single boss room, let alone four them, should be an impossibility. The longest obstruction I’ve ever seen lasted twenty-four hours. The C-ranked boss room has been closed for at least twice that long.”

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Accidents did sometimes happen and dungeons could be sealed. Otto Tibult had once caused an avalanche that blocked me and Lydia down in a dungeon. At the time, we had thought we were trapped permanently. Had I known it would have been gone within a day, that whole thing would have gone a lot differently. Then again, the King had once kept the boss room closed for months in the Widow’s Dungeon. While a dungeon master was “in combat” the door could be left closed. I believed that even in that case she had opened the door though, and only closed someone got close to the entrance.

I had once heard about an old dungeon parable. Supposedly, a man had entered a dungeon, but whenever he got near the door to the next part, the dungeon would close one door and open another. When he walked over to that door, the dungeon would switch. He was unable to progress, because every time he approached a door, it was shut, but at the same time, the dungeon rule wasn’t broken. There was always a means of progressing forward.

The story was made as a warning. Dungeons were tricky things, and when they wanted to, they could seriously screw with a person. What the Fey had done was a trick, nothing more. The real path through the Champion’s Gauntlet was still available.

“If we don’t go through the gauntlet, the Fey will,” I spoke up. “And then you won’t have a dungeon to rule over anymore. The choice is yours.”

The councilman stared at me for a moment, and then let out a long sigh. “Fine, take her. I just hope you don’t regret it.

I was hoping the same thing.