My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1671
“Huh? What? Where am I?”
“My king, the summoning spell has indeed worked!”
“I can see that.” A young man sitting on a majestic throne declared. “A yellow-haired fey… you’re the first I have ever seen.”
Calypso was standing there, but she looked far more youthful, and she was wearing a t-shirt and pants which stood out among the grandiose clothing of the fey nobility. Her hair wasn’t black, but a rich yellow color. Her eyes were like green emeralds.
“A… a fey?” she blinked.
“May I know the name of our champion?
“My name?” She blinked. “My name is *&^TG&*^”. Where am I? Champion?”
“Hello, *&*^j, seeing you here fills me with much joy. We have summoned you from another world to our own. We implore you to help us. We are under attack from an evil race from another world that seeks our destruction. Thus far, we’ve been on the losing end of a long and continuous war. Our enemy wished to take everything from us, but with your help, I think we can finally save ourselves.”
The image flickered, and later memories appeared. I realized that this wasn’t fragmented in the same way that most dungeons were fragmented. Rather, the lore had been directly tampered with. Calypso had censored things. I had long guessed that her original name wasn’t Calypso. After all, the fey hadn’t recognized her at all. When they spoke in these memories, it was blatantly muffled so that I didn’t know it.
There were other details edited out too. Standing next to the king had been a black figure whose features I couldn’t determine. This entire story had been doctored by her, allowing me to see exactly what she wanted me to see. Did that mean that the memories were false? I didn’t think so. If she was just going to make something up, she wouldn’t have chopped out so much, or been so blatant about it. Rather, I think there was something she wanted to show me. She wanted me to know these things about her, although it was impossible to understand her reasoning.
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“I-I could die…” Calypso was no longer in her street clothes, but fine armor, and she was holding a sword. “This mission the king wants me to go on is really dangerous, isn’t it? If I die, you won’t have your champion anymore!”
Across from her was an older fey man, whose appearance was being obscured. I could only tell his age because his hands seemed calloused and aged.
“We all have to deal with the threat of death.” He spoke quietly. “However, you might be an exception.”
“An exception?”
“The king would not be happy if I showed you this, but I won’t allow a pupil of mine to go into a fight without understanding the entire picture.” He made a gesture, and a few moments later, a woman was pulled out and dropped next to them.
She was in slave attire not unlike the attire Lydia and Miki had worn when I first encountered them.
“Wh-who is she?” Calypso cried out in alarm.
“She’s a prisoner of war.” He explained. “However, she also has a job known as a White Mage. Should you die on this mission. She’ll be able to bring you back.”
“S-she looks like me.”
“Nonsense! They are not like us! Look at her brown hair! Her ears are round. She is not one of us!” He sounded generally angry.
“Round? Is that strange? I was born with Stahl’s ear. My parents never got it corrected, but I’m very self-conscious…”
“I’m just a filthy human!” The White mage suddenly cried out. “We humans are enemies of you fey!”
“Silence, fool!” The man slapped her, causing Calypso to jump, before turning back to her. “What were you saying?”
“Ah… nothing.” Calypso lowered her head, her eyes in contemplation.
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