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âLord Sherlock, what shall we do? I suggest cutting open the belly of Evelynn to check whatâs inside. She deceived us first,â Bru said to Sherlock when Nicholas brought Sherlock and Evelynn to the safe room.
Evelynn sat in embarrassment at the side. There was only a bed in the room.
Nicholas was mistaken, so he didnât arrange two rooms for both of them or two beds in the room. The color of the room was also very strange.
It was a hint! The room created a feeling of heightened heartbeats and blushing.
Sherlock didnât respond to Bru. He poured himself a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea.
Nicholas brought Eggface and the parrot to another small room. Sherlock had registered Eggface as his secretary on the guest list, while the parrot was merely Sherlockâs pet.
Whether it was his secretary or pet, it wasnât appropriate for them to stay with Sherlock. Moreover, Sherlock was staying with his dance partner Evelynn.
The Merchant Alliance had made detailed arrangements, so Sherlock didnât have to worry.
âEr... Lord Sherlock, I can sleep on the floor or the sofa,â Evelynn said as she blushed while watching Sherlock drink his bloody chrysanthemum tea.
âItâs alright.â
Sherlock sipped his tea while he walked to the bed and sat down. Then he patted the spot beside him and said, âYou may sleep on the bed. Come over here, Evelynn, I have something to tell you.â
âAh?â
Evelynn was stunned. She didnât expect Lord Sherlock to be that direct. She was nervous, but she stood up and walked towards the spot that Sherlock had indicated.
âDonât be nervous. Iâm not going to eat you up, Iâm going to tell you something.â
Sherlock wanted Evelynn to relax, but his words werenât effective. Evelynn became more nervous.
Evelynn walked to Sherlock, who wasnât nervous at all. He was like a bad boy.
Evelynn sat beside Sherlock as instructed. She closed her legs and looked nervously at Sherlock before lowering her head.
Sherlock extended his hand. Evelynn thought something was going to happen, but in the next instant, her thoughts sank. The feeling was more obvious than the Sludge Monsterâs mental attack.
When Evelynn opened her eyes, she was back in the small black room that had a pool of water and a huge metal railing. The railing had the word âSealâ on it.
Behind the huge railing was a creature that was breathing heavily.
Evelynn looked around nervously. She didnât know why she had returned to this room.
This time, she wasnât alone. Sherlock was standing beside her.
âI see.â
Sherlock looked at the huge railing and Evelynn. He said apologetically, âApologies, Evelynn, I didnât tell you. I was worried that you may feel frightened or nervous.â
âLord Sherlock, what is this...â
Evelynn looked on in fright. Previously, she was too nervous and terrified to notice the things before her. She thought it was her imagination. However, with Sherlockâs help, she returned to that room, so she couldnât treat it like her imagination.
âI donât know what it is. I have to see how many tails it has,â Sherlock said with a smile. Evelynn was befuddled, not understanding what Sherlock was saying.
âTails?â
âLord Sherlock, since when did you like to joke?â Bru smiled and said to Sherlock in his mind.
âWait, whoâs speaking? Is that the monster before us?â
It was very surprising that Evelynn could hear Bruâs voice.
âOh, greetings, Miss Evelynn. Iâm the Dungeon Core of Eternal Kingdom, Bru. I would like to thank you for introducing me to Lord Sherlock,â Bru said politely to Miss Evelynn.
âDonât be nervous, Evelynn. Our awarenesses are fused together, so you can listen to our thoughts,â Sherlock said as he walked to the huge metal railing.
âWait, I heard voices in Lord Sherlockâs mind. Then Lord Sherlock can also hear...â
Evelynn was terrified. At the same time, she heard her heartâs voice.
âIâm together with Lord Sherlock. This is exhilarating.
âWhat is Lord Sherlock going to do to me? Iâve chosen a conservative dress. Iâm very nervous and a little afraid.
âI wonder if Lord Sherlockâs kid will be more Devil or Succubus. I hope itâs more like a Devil...
âAh, which kindergarten is best for the kid? Winterfellâs kindergarten isnât bad. However, Winterfell isnât the Central Dungeon of the Underworld. Itâs better to study at the Central Dungeon.
âItâs better to choose a strict kindergarten. Then the kid will grow up and be successful...
âI wonder whether itâs a boy or a girl. I hope itâs both a boy and a girl. When itâs time for their marriages, the brother will get married first, followed by the sister. Let them get married one year apart, donât let them get married in the same year...
âRetirement is also an issue. Iâm staying with Lord Sherlock for my whole life. During our twilight years, if we need money to tour the world... It would be better for Lord Sherlock to save a bit and reduce unnecessary expenditure...
âWait, whatâs this about? Why am I thinking of such strange things? What if Lord Sherlock hears my thoughts? Please stop these terrifying thoughts!â
Evelynn was trying to suppress her thoughts nervously, but they were persistent and wandered about. She wasnât sure if Lord Sherlock could hear them. If he could hear them, it would be very embarrassing for Evelynn.
Sherlock was nonchalant, seeming as though he didnât hear anything. He walked to the metal railing and placed a single hand on the paper seal that was on the metal railing.
Sherlock infused his Mana, and the paper lifted at one corner. However, he was unable to remove the entire paper seal. Sherlock frowned. It was outside of his expectations.
âWhat are you doing?â A voice came from behind the metal railing.
Sherlock didnât expect the creature behind the metal railing to talk to him. He backed up a step as a black figure edged closer to the railing.
The black figure extended in height and stood before Sherlock.
It was a cute and petite fox.
The fox squinted his eyes. Behind him were a few long tails that were like wavering flowers in a breeze. But there was no breeze in the room.
âWhy did you knock on my door? Why are you looking for me?â the fox looked at Sherlock and asked.
âWhat... is this...â
Evelynn looked at the fox in disbelief. If Sherlock hadnât told her it was the mental realm, she wouldnât have been able to imagine that a fox was living in her body.
...
Nicholas sat in his office with a headache. Before him were other Dungeon Lords who came to participate in the Merchant Allianceâs Ball.
During the ball, a Sludge Monster, who was a representative of the Northern Dukedom, was killed under the eyes of the public.
It was as though someone had given the Merchant Alliance a slap on the face.
Though the Dungeon Lords were gathered for a meeting, they couldnât come up with a viable solution.
Everyone looked at each other. They had to go through the procedures.
While they were getting restless, footsteps were heard from outside. A creature approached rapidly as though he was about to report something. Before the creature came into the room, a huge explosion was heard.
Boomâ!
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Nicholas stood up in shock as a creature opened the door and dashed in.
It was an Orc commander who said, âLord Nicholas, a Fallen Angel is outside the manor. She requests to come in, but she wasnât invited...â
The explosion ended just after the Orc finished speaking.
Everyone looked at the Orc commander, befuddled.
âShe... can come in by herself...â the Orc commander said.