My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“Six hours still feels like a really long time.” Eliana sighed into my chest.

When I had walked into the room, she had immediately run to me as eloquently as a princess could and threw her arms around me lovingly. Unlike Carmine and Alysia, she wasn’t able to hide the worry that painted her face.

“Six hours minimum.” I reminded her.

“I still don’t understand why you can’t just absorb the lore like you did with former Master.” First spoke up, a small frown on her face.

“I haven’t absorbed everything from King Roth yet. Furthermore, what I did process has mostly been chopped up and fragmented. To absorb something in its complete state is very different. Calypso said that if I tried to absorb it too quickly, I wouldn’t be able to handle it and I would lose myself or something.”

First gave me a somewhat confused expression. Calypso had explained it better than I was. It wasn’t that hard to understand. You are your lore. If you tried to absorb an entire other person without chopping their memories up, then both people and personalities would exist. It would be like when I merged with Lydia, except when I merged with Lydia, she gave her soul to me and ultimately let me be in charge.

If I tried to merge with someone who didn’t want to be subservient, we’d end up in a power struggle for control. Normally, that would cause the two souls to be imbalanced and then the merge would fail with the two souls forcefully repelling each other. That’s why Calypso had to show me some soul-binding tricks so that I could remain in charge over the other soul.

However, that was only the start of it. I wasn’t binding a single soul here, but a fragment of the origin of the human species. It was the origin of all humans, and it contained a kind of history of humanity. If I absorbed it all at once, then I would be lost inside it. I’d be like Twilight, a million voices controlled by a single will, and that will wouldn’t be my own. I had to become the master of the lore, instead of becoming its slave.

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Either way, I had to make it work. I was certain it was the only way that I would have the power to throw back the fey, and it was the only way to keep the fey from getting the lore. I couldn’t take the lore with me, or it would only return to the dungeon, and if I destroyed the lore, there was a chance the fey would still be able to find enough of it to do what they started out doing. I couldn’t hold it and guard it indefinitely, I didn’t have that kind of strength on my own.

“Is everyone ready?” I asked.

“The lionesses have a perimeter around the room. No one is allowed in or out except the approved personnel.” First declared.

“Titan’s Fall is reinforcing the entrance to the building,” Alysia spoke.

“The other factions have all taken up their defensive lines as they discussed.” Eliana nodded. “I will remain by your side. Cici will run orders for me.”

“I will stay by your side too!” Anne spoke up.

“Y-you?”

“I d-don’t know what you’re planning,” Anne spoke quietly. “B-but if it goes wrong, you’ll need a healer, won’t you?”

I frowned slightly. I had not explained things to her clearly, but it was impossible to get the protection I was looking for without admitting I was going to do something. Thus, everyone only knew as much as they had to.

“I suppose…”

“Then, I will help! F-for Sapphire! It’s for Sapphire! I’m doing it for Sapphire, okay?”

“You said it three times…” I frowned, but after a bit, I began to see the potential benefits of having the church here. “Fine, you can be in here, but no paladins.”

“Ah!” She blushed and then put her hands on her hips. “F-fine… my inquisitor will run the orders for me.”

“Fine.” I agreed. “Eliana, First, Alysia, Cici, Chance, Anne, and the Inquisitor. No one else is allowed inside until the ceremony is complete. Agreed?”

Everyone nodded and the doors were finally shut. It was time to begin.