My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“How is Rubee? Or is it Garnet now…” Mary asked.

“She goes by Sapphire now,” I responded.

“Oh? So, she’s found another piece of her soul then?”

“You could say that-” I began and then looked up. “You know about… her condition? I thought the church was against anything to do with dungeons?”

Sapphire was a deep dwarf. At some point, she had fled to the surface with the rest of the deep dwarves and died. Part of her soul was captured by a dungeon and birthed into a miasmic being. She had a strong desire to put herself back together, and eventually escaped the bonds of her dungeon and went searching for other pieces of her soul. Whenever she found one, she’d change her name to reflect her new self. Mary had been the one who had encouraged me to rescue her back in Alerith. At the time, she had secretly been searching for a missing part of her soul. She had thought it was in Widow’s Dungeon, but it turned out it was in the Twilight Dungeon.

“Officially, yes.” She gave a sad smile. “She was captured and was going to be put to death. By all accounts, whether it's her chest or her miasmic nature, she’s truly a blasphemy for the church.”

“Really? Then why did you save her?”

She took a sip of her tea, sitting back as if she was considering my question carefully. “It was just a selfish desire of mine. The founder of our church had once had her soul broken. That ultimately created the schism in the church that has existed for hundreds of years. To see someone so frantically trying to put their lives back together, it gave me hope that one day I might be able to reunite our church as well.”

“Is that so…”

I straightened a bit under her words. That was right. I was supposed to have talks with the Church does in the Ost Republic. I had run into them a couple of times and my opinion of them was that they were a bit prickly. Technically, all Mary had asked me to do with continuing to have a harem filled with girls of various sizes, but part of me felt like I could have done more to reconcile the situation. Other things just always took precedence.

“Of course, the main reason I did it was that she reminded me of my sister.”

“You have a sister?”

“Yes, I believe you’ve likely met her.”

“I have?”

“She’s the leader of the church of the daughter.”

“You’re related?”

I had met the woman I believed to be the leader. She was the one who had put the bond between Eliana and me. She was the person who presided over the weddings too. I didn’t mean for it to sound so disbelieving, but the sisters were so different. Mary was warm and inviting, while the other girl was a bit cold and angry. Also, Mary had some large assets, and her sister was quite flat.

“Yes. I was the first daughter. My parents used to dote on me because of that, and as a result, she held a lot of jealousy for me.”

“Are you sure being the first daughter was why she was jealous?”

“Hmm? Why else would she be?” Mary cocked her head.

“N-nevermind.”

It probably wasn’t a good idea to get in between sisters.