My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“You plan to interfere?” He asked.

“I plan to fix her,” I responded. “I can save her life. If you try to stop me…”

“Hehe… you already suspect my strength, and you still threaten me?” He gave me a dangerous look.

I coughed. “I was going to say I would convince you…”

“However, you should know by now what happened to Lydia. I allowed you to fight her because I wanted you to see for yourself. She doesn’t remember anything. She doesn’t remember you, her name, or anyone else in her life.”

“I know…” I closed my eyes. “The miasma destroyed that part of her soul. Everything related to us is gone.”

“It’s the way soul reaving-daggers work.” He sighed. “They burn from the outside in. She likely wore the memories of her friends and loved ones outwardly. Only those things buried deep survived that attack.”

There was a long period of silence after he had spoken. As for me, I was partially thinking, but I was also running through my available jobs and skills in my mind, deciding on my next course of action. After some time, I finally came to my conclusion.

“Alysia, I’m going to need you to do something for me.”

“No!” She immediately declared. “Not that, Master.”

“Alysia. You’re the only person I would trust to do this.”

“There has to be some other way.”

“Maybe… but I don’t have the time to come up with one. This is my choice. Please honor it.”

“Master…” She whimpered but didn’t argue anymore.

I walked over to Lydia’s side, looking her over one more time. The silent Kingpin watched me out of the corner of his eye. I didn’t know what to make of the man. He had seemingly saved Lydia’s life. The assassins that Lord Roth had sent should have killed her, but he had managed to keep her alive and then take care of her. It seemed like I owed him for that. Perhaps, there would be a time when I could repay him.

“Do you intend to interfere anyway?”

“I do.”

“Even though she doesn’t remember you? Even if you do manage to heal her, she still won’t know who you are.”

“I understand.”

“If you fail to heal her, and somehow cause her to die here, I will kill you where you stand.”

I met his dangerous glare. “I accept.”

“Hmph…” He snorted. “Then do as you will. I’m curious what this healing method you’ve concocted is. I may not be a White Mage, but I have a certain level of knowledge when it comes to souls. The current state of her soul is disordered, and I see no means of completing what was started. This was her choice… I mean, her life is in your hands now.”

“That’s why I won’t fail.” I smiled, holding out my hand.

Alysia formed in my hand, but her form was much smaller. She appeared as a dagger, perhaps even smaller. One might be amiss to see her as a letter opener. It was almost like she was hiding her physical size, afraid of being larger.

It didn’t matter, because what I was cutting wasn’t physical. I slammed the blade into myself, and I started to cut.

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