Building Harem And Dungeon With Monster Girls

"Oh, you didn't break into my home for the express purpose of harming me?" I asked. "You came here to do violence even after I disabled all my defenses, held back my monster girls, and tried to talk to you. Would you even parley with me? No, you just attacked. You attempted to enforce your will on me with violence. Just like that dungeon builder--"

"I'm nothing like you filthy dungeon builders!" she snarled and threw the bowl at me.

It hit my chest and splashed stew across my robe. I felt it soaking me. The bowl fell to the ground and clattered there. She bolted to her feet, staring at me, her arms shaking with rage. I stood up to face her, not wanting to show weakness.

"Are you certain you're not like a dungeon builder? You use violence to get what you want. You have no regard for another's land, but trespass to take what you desire by force. You attack the innocent and think you're justified. That you have the right to do it." I wiped stew off the front of my robe. "I'll have Usiku bring you another bowl."

"I'm not hungry," she hissed and whirled away from me. She laid down on her bed with her back to me.

"Okay," I said. "Sulk like a child."

"Child?" she glared at me.

I looked down at the bowl. "You didn't just throw a fit because you didn't like the truth?" I shrugged. "Seems like a child to me."

I turned for the door when she snarled, "Why are you holding me? Is this a sick game? Are you torturing me?"

"I'm holding you because I hope to convince you I'm not evil. You're a prisoner because you attacked my home. I think that deserves some amount of punishment. It's what happens to criminals."

"I'm not a criminal!"

"Breaking and entering. Assault. Attempted murder." I reached the door. Usiku opened it. I looked over my shoulder at her. "Seems pretty criminal to me."

She screeched at me as I stepped through the door. Usiku closed it behind me. She stared at my robe and what was dripping off of it. "I don't think you are very good at this, Lord Leo."

"Yeah, you're right," I said and winced and rubbed at where the bowl hit me. "That hurt. She throws hard."

"She's a warrior. You're lucky she didn't try to strangle you."

"I have my magic." I smiled at her. "And you were watching my back."

That brought a smile to my fomorian. She glanced down at the bars in the cell. I looked, also. Halia was lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. She had her arms folded before her. She was muttering.

"I shook her up," I said. "She sees herself as righteous. That she has every right to attack me."

"From what I've seen of other dungeon builders, she may have a point."

I sighed. "We have to change that, or we'll never have any peace. We'll never figure out why I was brought here. What possible reason I was given this power. It couldn't just be so I could be an asshole sending my monster girls to attack peaceful towns, or so that adventurers could break into my domain and kill me."

"Unless you're the whetstone."

I frowned at Usiku.

"You know, what you sharpen a sword with. Someone's honing adventurers on dungeon builders. Weeding out the bad ones, improving the good ones. They move from dungeon to dungeon, fighting the ones who have been growing stronger and stronger."

"Yeah, but it sounds like this has been going on for hundreds of years. If not longer."

Usiku shrugged again. "It feels like it's over my pay grade."

"Yeah. It does feel that way."

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