Chapter 37 Amisa’s Monologue
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Nn… morning?” Amisa stirred, woken by the chirping of birds nearby. Not real birds, though. This was a Dungeon, after all. She tried to sit up but gave up. Her body was held tightly by the man sleeping beside her—Kanata-sama.
Her name was Amisa Grayladd, once the heir of the noble Grayladd Family in the Demon Lord Nation. Was, she thought bitterly. That title meant nothing now.
It all started with the “Southern Uprising,” sparked when Queen Succubus Earluza was killed by unknown hands. The south became a lawless zone, chaotic and wild. Two figures moved in the chaos: Auzawler-sama, ruling the eastern frontier, and Westone-sama, uniting the western lands. Both had clashed with Earluza before, rumored to covet her territory. They held back from seizing the south outright, fearing blame for her death.
While Auzawler-sama and Westone-sama eyed each other, General Angula, under Auzawler, invaded the south without orders. Auzawler stayed silent. Likely, Amisa thought, he’d praise Angula if the invasion succeeded but disown him if it failed. Angula, knowing this, gathered forces carefully, avoiding reckless moves.
Nobles watched closely. Success promised wealth and fame, a golden chance for lesser nobles. They sent troops to Angula. Higher nobles, wary of Auzawler’s wrath, sent third or fourth sons with small forces—a safe bet. Success meant titles for their sons; failure spared the family’s honor.
The Grayladd Family faced the same choice. Aligned with central leader Helkaizer-sama, they could’ve ignored the conflict. But Amisa’s mother’s family tied them to Auzawler, making neutrality tricky. With only Amisa and her infant brother Jonias, her father chose to send money, not soldiers. Defiant, Amisa fled home with her attendant Saria to join Angula.
Why? It sounded fun. That’s all. Back then, Amisa was a spoiled, naive girl. I’m the daughter of Count Grayladd! Why follow orders? That was her mindset.
Under Angula, she joined the 18th Squad, led by Annamira-sama, a viscount’s daughter and disciple of Sword Saint Alferna. Amisa had met her at parties. She was a fitting leader—someone worthy of commanding Amisa.
Angula’s goal was Aaren Plain, a neutral zone between Human and Demon lands, long ignored under Earluza’s policy. Its villages fostered cultural exchange. Seizing it would be a foothold for invading human territory and rallying scattered southerners under Auzawler’s name. Angula targeted a nearby Dungeon to secure resources, building a fort first. Amisa admired his plan—control the Dungeon, and supplies would flow. I was such a fool, she thought now.
Scouts reported the Dungeon held fine ores, Magic Stones, and rare materials. Only weak Goblins and Slimes roamed, suggesting a new Dungeon with treasures. Angula, pleased, sent a larger scouting force. None returned. Alarmed, he deployed 3,000 troops, including Amisa’s squad.
Sending so many into a cramped Dungeon was a mistake, even for a skilled general like Angula.
Facing Demonkin, Amisa unleashed magic. She recognized their kind—Earluza’s people. Why not surrender? she thought. You’d just serve Angula. It’s a chance to rebuild. She cast spell after spell, frustrated. Why don’t they get it?
It was no use. They lost completely.
Amisa drained her magic, as did her allies. They barely scratched the enemy, who fought carefully, sparing their lives. Still, war was brutal—some died by chance. Her squad of 20 dwindled to five, including Annamira. They were captured.
Amisa had heard tales of captured women soldiers—harsh fates awaited. Treaties existed, but few followed them. Even if returned home, their honor wasn’t guaranteed. This wasn’t war, though—just a failed Dungeon raid. The Dungeon Master’s rules reigned here. Their fate depended on his will. Amisa carried tools to end her life if needed, but the enemy stripped them away and brought her before their leader.
The Dungeon Master was human, to her slight relief. A Goblin or Slime would’ve meant no talk, only death or worse.
He offered three choices: comply as prisoners, become slaves, or escape. Amisa scoffed. Escape? Just 300 meters? Easy. She ignored Annamira’s hesitation, convincing the others to flee. If it comes to it, they can sacrifice themselves for me. I’m a Grayladd!
She was wrong. Unforgivably wrong.
A commoner tried to save Annamira instead of her. They were all recaptured. The enemy general didn’t bind or lock them up. He’s daring us to escape, Amisa thought.
She persuaded Saria, and they tried again.
Yes, I’m the fool. She saw it now. It was a trap to toy with her. As she fled to the courtyard, Ogres waited, grinning. Her memories blurred after that. She only knew her foolishness dragged Saria, loyal Saria, into ruin. Saria has every right to curse me.
Amisa awaited Saria’s judgment, ready for any punishment. But Saria, battered and barely able to move, gasped, “If you say so, my lady… please let me serve you still.”
Saria, are you crazy? Amisa thought. After what my stupidity did to you? And you still want to stay by my side?
Saria was foolish, but Amisa knew she was the bigger fool. She vowed to become a master Saria could take pride in. That meant changing their situation first.
Kanata-sama, the Master, had saved them from the Ogres’ relentless torment. Without him, Amisa would’ve been broken, fated for a grim role as a captive. They were the Ogres’ prizes, she learned, but Kanata defied that fate to free them. The torment, which seemed endless, lasted only three days. Without his kindness, Amisa trembled to think where she’d be. So, she sought his chambers, filled with gratitude and a quiet hope to improve their lives.
Though battered by the Ogres, Amisa had fiercely guarded her purity—it was all she could offer Kanata. Later, she heard he’d ordered the Ogres to leave her untouched. Without that, her efforts would’ve failed. She felt tainted, scared, but Kanata called her beautiful, letting her rest against him. I wanted to call him Onii-chan, she thought, but Lena got there first. So, she chose Master.
Kanata gave her a room and asked her wishes. Amisa requested a large bed to share with Saria, and he agreed. She had clothes, fresh undergarments daily, and baths—things she once took for granted. No more shame or loss of dignity, she was told, as long as she served Master.
At home, she hadn’t valued such a life. Kanata showed her its worth, and she was grateful. He assigned her a maid, Miisha, who taught her much. Miisha offered to do everything, but Amisa wanted to learn. “You’re so stubborn,” Miisha said, laughing.
”Didn’t you know? I’m quite spoiled,” Amisa teased back. Miisha giggled. Sometimes, Miisha and Saria playfully bickered over who served Amisa better, but it stayed lighthearted. I’m happy now, Amisa thought. All thanks to Master. She’d do anything to keep this human life.
”So, I need your guidance,” Amisa said, bowing low to the small woman before her.
Elriese Feimas, tied to Succubus Queen Earluza and Vampire Origin, daughter of Marquis Lucas, an ancient Demon Lord’s heir. Now, Kanata’s navigator and self-proclaimed First Wife. Why self-proclaimed? Amisa didn’t ask—Saria said that was wiser. In fairy form, Elriese’s magic was immense, far beyond Amisa’s reach.
”Why me?” Elriese asked, eyes gleaming with amusement.
”I’m clever enough to know the First Wife is the best ally,” Amisa said. “I heard flattery to the top works best.”
”Pfft, hahaha!” Elriese laughed. “You’re fun. Why not Sakura?”
”Sakura-sama… she’s terrifying,” Amisa admitted. Sakura’s public humiliations—forced walks, cruel games—haunted her. She could barely stand in Sakura’s presence.
”Oh my, she really scared you,” Elriese said, hopping onto Amisa’s head, giggling.
”What do you need?” Elriese asked.
”How to live here—what makes people happy, what upsets them. And… how to please Onii-chan,” Amisa said.
”Onii-chan?!” Elriese’s tone sharpened, her aura flaring. Amisa dropped to her knees. “S-sorry! It slipped!”
Elriese sighed. “Not your fault. But… is Kanata into younger girls or something?” she muttered, grumbling. Amisa wondered how long she’d have to bow.
Later, Elriese allowed “Elder Brother” instead of “Onii-chan,” since Lena and Alma used it. It’d lack uniqueness, Elriese said. Amisa didn’t understand but trusted El-sama.
Amisa and Saria became El-sama’s aides, but “Elriese” wasn’t allowed—only “El-sama,” or she’d get mad. The work was grueling, with piles of paperwork. Did I choose wrong? Amisa wondered, blaming Sheila for El-sama’s busyness.
Still, she slipped into Elder Brother’s chambers, dodging other girls’ eyes. He rarely had others there; they stayed in their rooms. Sometimes he returned alone, lonely despite his power. When Amisa sneaked in, he welcomed her warmly. El-sama said only Sara-san, Alice-san, and Amisa slept in his chambers often. Even Lena rarely gets called, Amisa thought, feeling a small pride.
Today, she watched Elder Brother’s sleeping face, her heart swelling. “Chu… nn, chu…” Unable to resist, she pressed soft kisses to his lips. His rough lips felt warm, comforting. He’d been up late with Alusia-san, looking tired. If I can ease his burden… she thought.
”Nn… chu…” She kissed deeper, lost in the moment. Kissing Elder Brother filled her with joy. “Chu, slrp, pcha…” His warmth spread through her, stirring her heart. More… I want more…
She kissed harder, craving closeness. “…nn… nnh…!” Elder Brother stirred, seeming uncomfortable, but she couldn’t stop. I’m sorry, Elder Brother, but my heart aches for you…
”Haa… nnh…” She kissed once more, then slowly pulled back, a shimmering thread of warmth lingering between them.
”Nn… Amisa?” Elder Brother woke, his voice soft.
Her mischief was caught, but he pulled her close, hugging her tightly, and kissed her deeply. “Nn, chupa, slrp…” His touch explored her, warm and firm, drawing her in.
”Nnh, nn…” Kissing Elder Brother… it’s so good… She wanted more, but he pulled back.
”Onii-sama…” she murmured, longing for more.
”Amisa, serve me,” he said, kissing her again. She savored his lips, then trailed kisses down his neck, his chest, lower still… “Kapu, chupa…” She tended to him gently, her heart racing.
”Churu, slrp…” I love making Elder Brother feel good… She focused, wanting to please him.
”Nn, jupo, ngu…” It was hard, but she pushed on, his warmth filling her senses.
”Ku, Amisa!” he gasped, a rush overwhelming them both. She felt it deeply, savoring the moment. “Gok, nn… puha…” The warmth settled in her, grounding her.
She tended to him again, gently, as she’d learned. I love you, Elder Brother… Amisa swore to serve him, her Master, forever.
Notes:
• Angula – The leader of the enemy squad that raided Kanata’s dungeon about a month after he met Alusia. His three-hundred-strong force sent a smaller unit that was defeated by Kanata’s traps and fifty elite warriors, after which Kanata mocked their leader’s name and sent a warning to him.
• Sheila – Adopted daughter of the Akart family, is captured by Kanata and knows her family won’t ransom her. Given the choices of ransom, slavery, or a 300-meter dungeon escape through ogres, she joins the attempt and sacrifices herself as bait. The escape fails, and in the end Sheila survives with Annamira and Rena by accepting slavery under Kanata.
• Alusia – Fallen princess of Mercuria, clings to royal pride while navigating slavery, seeking vengeance. Appears: In a cramped slave trader’s carriage, shackled and reflective. Reason: Captured after her kingdom’s fall, now a slave. Event: Transported by slave merchants, intercepted by Kanata, beginning her servitude.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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