Chapter 32 True New Dungeon ®
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
In the soft glow of evening—a hologram crafted by the Core to mimic a sunset—Kanata lounged in a chair, Alice nestled on his lap, absorbed in a book. Her occasional giggles at humorous passages filled the quiet room. Kanata, amused, playfully prodded her chest, earning a scolding, “Don’t distract me, please.” Their peaceful moment was interrupted by El’s arrival.
”Still with her? Rena was pouting earlier, saying you’ve been taken away,” El teased.
”I spent plenty of time with Rena the other day,” Kanata replied.
”That wasn’t ‘spending time,’ that was training. Though to you, it’s probably the same,” El smirked. “Anyway, a new Dungeon’s been found—hidden behind an ancient tree in the forest’s north end.”
At this, Kanata stood abruptly, Alice tumbling from his lap.
”Are you leaving, Onii-san?” she asked.
”Yeah, Alice, get ready. Your healing might be needed,” he said.
”Got it! Work time!” Alice cheered, rushing to prepare.
Kanata quickly geared up, magic tools in hand.
”Who’s coming?” El asked. Dungeon expeditions required precision, not numbers.
”Alice for healing. Annamira and Millie as vanguard. Rena too, I guess. For magic, Sara’s unavailable, so Amisa and Saria will join.”
T/N: Sara’s absence is due to her time of the month—a reminder of the challenges girls face.
Amisa, once defiant, had been broken by Ogres and now served obediently. Her newfound submission was unexpectedly endearing, and he’d recently claimed her innocence.
* * *
That night, Amisa slipped into his room, clutching a pillow, her face flushed with nerves.
”Master… I wanted to thank you for saving me. But… I have nothing to offer,” she stammered, tears welling. “I… I’ve only my heart left. Please… accept it as my gratitude.”
Her words, filled with shame and sincerity, touched him deeply. “Amisa, you’re not tainted. These tears prove your purity,” he said, brushing them away with a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Will you be mine?”
”Yes! Happily!” she cried, wrapping her arms around him.
As they sank onto the bed, she whispered, “I’ve been… hurt before, but I’ve kept this moment for you. Please… be kind.”
”I will,” he assured her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. Her presence, soft and warm, glowed in the dim light. Her delicate frame seemed to carry a quiet strength, her eyes shimmering with trust.
”Don’t look…” she murmured, shyly turning her face.
”Why not? You’re beautiful,” he said, gently guiding her hands away and kissing her forehead. His warmth enveloped her, her heart racing with each tender touch.
”Oh…” she sighed as his fingers brushed her cheek, her breath catching. Her body relaxed under his care, her trust in him growing.
”So responsive…” he murmured, his voice soft as he held her close, their connection deepening with every shared moment.
”I… I’m—”
”Let it out,” he urged, his embrace tightening, offering her comfort.
”Oh!” Her voice trembled as she leaned into him, overwhelmed by the warmth of his presence.
”So beautiful,” he whispered, his hand resting gently on her back. Her scent, a mix of innocence and devotion, stirred his heart.
”Master…” she murmured, her voice quivering as he held her, his closeness a quiet promise.
”Ready?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.
”Y-yes…” she breathed.
With a gentle embrace, he drew her closer, their hearts beating as one. “You feel like home,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe as they held each other tightly.
”Oh… it’s… so warm…” she whispered, her fingers clutching his shoulders—a soft, comforting grip. As their closeness deepened, the room filled with the quiet sounds of their shared breaths.
”Amisa… I’m here,” he said, his voice steady.
”Me too… Master…” she replied, her heart soaring as they found solace in each other, their connection sealing in the moment.
Collapsing onto the bed, he held her close, their breaths syncing. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice heavy with contentment.
* * *
The next morning, Kanata awoke to find Amisa sleeping peacefully beside him, a content smile on her face. He smiled softly, brushing a kiss across her forehead. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, still heavy with sleep.
”Good morning, Master…” she murmured, her voice thick with drowsiness. Her gentle, half-asleep expression made him pause, captivated.
”Good morning, Amisa,” he replied, stroking her hair before kissing her softly. Their lips lingered, a quiet connection, until they parted with a tender smile.
His hand brushed her cheek, eliciting a soft “Mm…” and a shiver. Her warmth was undeniable, every touch sparking a quiet joy. He rested his hand on her shoulder, feeling her relax beneath his touch.
”S-stop…” she whimpered, though her arms wrapped tighter around him, pulling him closer.
He held her gently, his touch full of care. “Oh…” she sighed, her breath soft and sweet. Her trust in him was clear, her heart open as he stayed close.
”So responsive…” he murmured.
”Don’t say it…” she whispered, her cheeks flushed, though her smile betrayed her comfort. His hand rested on her back, tracing gentle patterns that made her sigh.
”Oh!” she gasped, her voice melting into soft laughter as his touch warmed her heart. Feeling her joy, he held her closer, their connection deepening.
”Oh… I’m—I’m so happy!” She leaned into him, her smile radiant as she nestled against him.
As their morning continued, he drew her close, their warmth intertwining. “Here we go…” he whispered, holding her tightly. Her heart raced, and she clung to him, their closeness a quiet dance.
”Oh! It’s… wonderful!” she cried, her voice full of joy. Her enthusiasm warmed him, their shared moments building toward a deeper bond.
”Oh! I’m—I’m so happy!” She laughed, her heart soaring as she held him tightly.
Their connection deepened, her joy spilling over. He followed her lead, their hearts entwined. As their morning continued, Amisa lay content, her smile soft and warm. He kissed her gently, resting beside her.
Their morning was a blur of warmth and laughter, her gentle reactions a delight. Her smiles and soft sighs filled the room, and he couldn’t help but cherish every moment.
Eventually, Saria burst in, frantic. “Where’s Amisa?!” she demanded, only to find her still nestled with Kanata. “Not again!” she groaned, tugging Amisa away.
That night, Kanata teased Saria, sharing a playful moment with her while Amisa watched. Saria’s embarrassed cries of “Don’t watch me!” only added to the lighthearted mood, her laughter echoing in the room.
* * *
The next day, as they prepared for the Dungeon, Kanata’s mind briefly wandered to his time with Amisa before he refocused.
”We’re heading into a new Dungeon!” he declared, leading the group through the forest. Annamira and Millie handled the magical beasts, leaving them unchallenged until they reached their destination.
The Dungeon was unlike anything they’d seen—a labyrinth of webs, heavy with the scent of decay. At its heart stood the Arachne Queen, a towering figure with a human upper body and a spider’s lower half. Her chitinous armor gleamed, her red eyes piercing, and her aura distorted the air itself.
Kanata sensed her immense power, knowing a fight would be deadly. To his surprise, she spoke, her voice halting but clear.
”I… no fight… want. You… same? Talk… can we?”
He lowered his guard, relieved. “Let’s talk,” he agreed.
* * *
Author’s Note:
The Arachne Queen, Ku-chan, makes her debut! The princess’s appearance will be next time, thanks to Amisa’s scenes running long.
Notes:
• Millie – A desperate female knight, sheds pride for survival, her trembling pleas and fiery spirit captivating Kanata’s interest. Captured on Chapter 19, when squad raiding the dungeon.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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