What is this Dimensional Chat???

The rhythmic skittering of eight spindly legs echoed across the stone floor. Kumoko, a reincarnated high school student trapped in the body of a low-level spider monster, was on high alert. Surviving in this dungeon was no joke—giant frogs, venomous lizards, and deadly traps lurked around every corner.

"A-Are they really coming here? Did I make a good first impression?"

Striking a series of exaggerated and increasingly bizarre poses, Kumoko tried to project an air of confidence, but instead, she just looked ridiculous.

[First... You really need to stop. This is embarrassing, you know?]

[Seriously, what are you even doing?]

[From what I've observed, they're competent individuals and formidable allies. We can count on them to help us escape from this shithole]

A bright white light suddenly flared deep within the dungeon, revealing several figures stepping through. These were the group chat members Kumoko had spoken with just days ago, the ones she had surprisingly clicked with.

"There you are!" The Beautiful Gothic Girl called out excitedly. "Are you the one with the nickname White Lady?"

"Y-Yes, that's me," the girl replied.

"My~ nice to meet you! My name is Kurumi Matsumi, and—"

Before she could finish, another voice chimed in.

"Master, is this the dungeon you were talking about earlier?" A new figure stepped forward, her cold eyes looked around in curiosity. "And… this is my first time seeing a talking spider. Life does work in strange ways."

"Yep~ it's been a while since I last stretched my legs. Time to get some action!" Kurumi stretched, then suddenly turned her attention to one particular person. Her eyes sparkled with recognition. "Fran-chan!"

Without hesitation, Kurumi dashed forward, arms wide open, and enveloped the smaller girl in a tight embrace.

"Ah~ I can't resist this fluffy sensation~ You've grown so much! I can feel how much stronger you've become, hehe~ I've missed you!"

Fran stiffened for a moment before pulling back slightly to meet Kurumi's gaze. "I've been... busy. But I'm glad to see you too." Her words were simple, but Kurumi knew they carried weight coming from someone like her.

Kurumi chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of Fran's hair away. "You still have that serious look, huh? But I can tell—you've come a long way. How's everything in your world? Anything exciting happen?"

"I'm doing well, Kurumi-san. My adventure has been... eventful," Fran replied, her ears twitching slightly. Then she turned toward another unfamiliar presence. "By the way, who's the person next to you?"

"She's a friend, Fran-chan. Why don't you two get to know each other?" Kurumi suggested.

The ice queen narrowed her eyes slightly, scanning the new face. "Is it really okay to bring someone this small and weak here, Master? I don't think it's wise to take her along. She's no bigger than a squire."

"About that..." Kurumi trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The light in the dungeon dimmed, and from Fran, a dark crimson aura began to bloom. It wasn't fire, nor was it any magic they had seen before—it was something far worse. The air grew thick with an eerie stillness as her aura shimmered like a mirage, swirling around her in a terrible mix of death and decay.

A suffocating pressure filled the chamber. Everyone's skin tingled, a deep, primal fear settling in their bones. Some felt their knees weaken, their bodies instinctively recoiling from the oppressive presence radiating from the small black cat girl.

At that moment, everyone near Fran understood—this was no mere child. This was a force that straddled the veil between life and death.

"Wh-What is this? This little black cat… she's not normal! And what's with her absurd title and status?! How can someone this young be this powerful?"

For the first time since she reincarnated, Kumoko felt it—a chilling sensation clawing at her instincts. Fear. Fran was worthy of the titles she bore: Blade of the Golden Emperor and Champion of the Rot Goddess.

Morgan, though still standing, was barely holding herself upright under the crushing weight of Fran's presence. Yet despite the fear gripping her chest, she met Fran's glowing eyes with something else—respect. "What… what are you, child?" she rasped, her voice unsteady.

Fran's voice broke the silence, soft yet resounding, as if echoing from a place beyond the mortal world.

"My name is Fran, The Blade of Satria," she whispered, her blue eyes glimmering with an ominous light. "I am the flower that blooms on the battlefield. And thou would do well to remember that."

A heavy exhale escaped Queen Morgan's lips—only now did she realize she had been holding her breath. She straightened herself, brushing away the moment of weakness. Then, with newfound steadiness, she spoke.

"You are more than I imagined," Morgan said, her voice calm but firm. "I will not make the mistake of underestimating you again. My name is Morgan Le Fay, Queen of the Fairy Kingdom of Britain. And I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Friends of the Master are friends of mine as well."

Fran gave her a small nod. "Very well."

Kumoko finally released the breath she had been holding. "Huft~ Finally, it's over," she muttered, sagging with relief. The sheer intensity of the situation had drained her. The last thing she wanted was a fight breaking out among group chat members.

Then her brain finally processed what had just happened.

"Wait… she's Morgan Le Fay?! THE Morgan Le Fay?! The infamous villain from the Arthurian legends? The same one who tangled with King Arthur and Merlin?! How the hell is she here with Kurumi-san?! Damn, she's so beautiful and elegant…"

Kumoko wilted a little. "A peasant loner like me doesn't deserve to stand anywhere near someone like her…"

Not long after, another bright light flared within the dungeon, illuminating the dark cavern. As the glow faded, two figures emerged—a strikingly elegant woman with an air of nobility and a man standing protectively at her side.

"Ugh… Where are we, Master?" the woman groaned, crossing her arms as she surveyed the damp, eerie surroundings. "I hate this place already. It's filthy. Hardly a setting befitting someone of my prestige."

"Please, Baobhan." Peter stepped in front of her, his expression pleading. "She's my friend from the group chat. I wouldn't ask for your help if it wasn't life or death."

Baobhan let out a slow, dramatic sigh. "Fine," she relented, her tone firm. "But after this, you owe me. Are we clear, my love?"

Peter's face lit up with relief. A broad smile spread across his lips as he pulled her into a grateful embrace. "Thank you, dear. I knew I could always count on you."

Baobhan stiffened in his arms, her face flushing. "I-Idiot! Not in front of—"

She trailed off, her eyes widening in shock as they locked onto a familiar figure standing just beyond the group.

"You… Mother?!"

Morgan Le Fay's piercing gaze met Baobhan's with an unreadable expression. Her voice, smooth yet laced with something deeper—something almost dangerous—broke the silence.

"Baobhan." Morgan's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. "It seems even the whispers of the forest could not keep us apart for long."

To be continued...