My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“We don’t need to worry so much. Whomever went down wasn’t a Deep Dwarf and a golem with Earth Manipulator as a job. Let’s get a move on it. I can’t wait to see Master’s face when we return.”

The image suddenly flickered, a new scene appearing. Was this memory loss, or did they end the recording and start up again later. I couldn’t tell. They were deep down in some tunnel. They were lying down with a smokeless fire going. It looked like they had been camping for the night, so it was at least a day later.

“Did you feel it?” Terra asked, sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees, staring at the fire.

Her expression wasn’t nearly as happy or as lively as before. She looked almost despondent. Garnet sat up from where she was lying under the covers.

“The bond with Master? It was cut.”

“That… he would never cut the bond.” Terra shook.

“He couldn’t do so,” Garnet added. “I don’t believe it was done by him. It feels… too sharp.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe I’m it’s just my imagination, but it doesn’t feel like Master is dead.”

Terra turned around, a look of shock on her face. “You’re certain?”

“Certain, no… but I’ve felt bonds before. I’ve had people die. It’s not so abrupt. I’m just saying, from my experience, this feels more like the bond was cut deliberately.”

“So, Master is in danger.” Terra’s expression narrowed.

“Master is always in danger. This was probably something done by an enemy, and knowing Master, he’ll come out on top.”

Terra let out a breath. “I see… should we… return?”

“By the time we return, he’ll probably already recover. The other girls are closer, and if he’s in trouble, I’m sure they’re handling in. Besides, we have our task. Let’s continue. When we return, Master will just be extra hap-”

Flicker.

That time was the memory cutting out. I was glad to see the girls weren’t destroyed by my apparent death. The two of them being together would help them get through it. Garnet was always more grounded and less excited. She had dealt with the loss her entire life. Whether it was the loss of her nation, the loss of her home, the loss of her family, and even at one time the loss of the life she had started in the Twilight Dungeon. She had a unique way of looking at things, and she was able to keep Terra from panicking.

The screen appeared, and it was difficult to say how much longer they had been down there. The girls were crawling through an exceptionally narrow path. It was too small for someone like me to enter, but given their sizes, they were just big enough.

“I should have just made this area wider.” Terra panted.

“It’s large enough for us,” Garnet responded. “Lydia or Celeste wouldn’t be able to fit.”

“Celeste would.” Terra’s voice sounded pouty. “That big breasted bimbo can shrink to any size. Why do some girls have all of the assets? Even my slim body that allows me to make it through tight spots, and she can do better, yet she still has those things.”

“Are big boobs that great?” Garnet laughed. “I’m rather happy with my chest. I heard big-breasts girls have sensitivity issues, but my nipples are super sensitive.”

“Yeah… that only makes them chaffed as we drag ourselves down this path. I don’t even have Master to heal them. How much longer is this?’

“Are you the Earth Manipulator? Can’t you tell?”

“Geh… I’d rather not know.”

The two girls seemed to be moving along so peacefully. So, how did everything go wrong?