Depraved Hero's Path: Enslaved Monster Girl Harem In The Apocalypse!-Chapter 47: Undying Archives Of Old: Rifna

"Nahaha." She laughed. "Any reason why you would think of me as a Guide," her gaze moved towards Zarath, "and not as a Special Event intruder?"

'It's a good question.' The Succubus gulped. 'We still can't be sure...'

She turned towards Elijah, who was standing by her side.

The confused Zarath frowned, seeing the expression on his face.

"Can you hear me?"

"Oh, yeah." Elijah nodded, snapping out of it. "Your tail and ears are... distracting."

"You really do get how cute I am~" She hummed. 'Well, even though he's just acting that way. His left hand is firmly placed on top of his scabbard, pushing it down. His right hand just needs to grab the hilt. From this posture, he can unsheath and strike horizontally in one swift motion. This world isn't used to fighting like this, so it isn't instinct but pure presence of mind.' The woman smiled. 'That's how annoying people with no openings start out, huh?'

"Master!" Zarath's eyes widened, feeling a large amount of Mana suddenly move.

The woman snapped her fingers and a couch materialized behind Elijah and Zarath.

"Thanks." Elijah said as he took a seat.

"You're welcome."

"So what's your name? And what's with the Magician's Hat?"

"Don't like it?"

"It hides your ears."

"Hm... That is a problem, nahaha!"

'What's happening here?' Zarath asked herself, still standing.

"Go on." The woman said with cold eyes. "Sit next to your Master."

"Come on." Elijah tapped the couch's surface next to him, urging Zarath to take a seat.

Snap-

A chair appeared. She sat with the backrest pushing against her breasts, arms over the backrest.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"It was just a feeling."

"A feeling? You wouldn't happen to have a feline as your spirit animal, would ya?"

"It very well might be the case." Elijah nodded. "Can I get something to drink? Since we're sitting..."

"Seriously?" Zarath asked, eyebrow twitching.

"My name is Rifna." The woman snapped her fingers, and two cans of soda appeared. They hovered in the air until Elijah and Zarath took hold of them. "I am, indeed, what you could call the Guide here."

"It's her Mana that's in the objects." Zarath whispered in Elijah's direction. "If that wasn't obvious already."

"Yeah." He nodded before turning back towards Rifna. "Why haven't you shown yourself when everyone was around? That's an annoying habit you guys have." Elijah sighed.

"You guys...?" Rifna repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"You Administrators." He said. "It felt the same as when the other appeared to give me my Rewards. That's why I could tell you were there, and that you were an Administrator."

"Nahahaha! I see!" Rifna chuckled. "Well, I suppose I understand the logic of it. However, I am no Administrator. Just a humble lover of artifacts, relics, and pieces of art. You could say that I am this Special Event Dungeon's Administrator though."

"I see-"

Zarath immediately interrupted Elijah. She was in utter disbelief.

"Y-You've met the Administrator? Like... actually met??"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Haven't you?"

The corner of Rifna's lips curled upwards.

"No, obviously!"

"I see..."

'He's using her to gain information on Monsters, the Administrator, and the Apocalypse. This is fun. I know exactly the Skill that would help him most in that pursuit, nyahaha!'

"The question remains." Elijah said, turning back towards Rifna.

"Well, maybe my answer isn't so different than the Administrator's." She shrugged. "Why should I show myself to a bunch of Slaves?"

"Oh, come on. Don't drop the S-word like that." Elijah waved his hands apologetically. "We're still in-"

"You're funny, Depraved Hero. I like you, but..." Rifna's eyes suddenly narrowed, her round pupils growing narrower by the second. "There isn't much that I detest more than slavery and the meddling with one's free will."

A heavy silence ensued.

Zarath gulped, sensing Rifna's Mana oscillating. The tension had suddenly increased exponentially, and the mood had completely changed in a moment.

"But you're still supposed to be fair, right?" Elijah muttered, resting his cheek against his fist, elbow on the couch's armrest. "Since you are, as you said, this Dungeon's Administrator."

It was only a couple of seconds later that Rifna sighed. Her Mana stopped oscillating, and Zarath could breathe a bit more easily.

'These restrictions that I'm on...' The Succubus clenched her teeth. 'With every Main Quest ending, my strength will come back gradually. Tsk. If it weren't for these restrictions, I could be so much more useful to Master!'

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"Yes, that's right." Rifna answered after sighing. "By the way, I see that your Slaves are all women. That doesn't help your case."

"Thankfully," Elijah's tone and eyes grew colder, "I don't need to build a case, since it's none of your business."

"Hm..." Rifna let her head fall to the side. "I liked you better when you were flirty."

"And I like you better when you were cute."

"You, son of a bitch!" Rifna shouted as she pointed at him. "Take that back!"

"Nah."

"Take it back!"

"I will not." Elijah slapped his thigh and Zarath's before standing up. "I've already chosen my Relic." He said while walking away, followed by Zarath. "Are you coming with? Or are we done here?"

Rifna let out a long sigh.

"Which one did you choose?" She asked before snapping her fingers.

Suddenly, Elijah and Zarath found themselves in a different area.

"We teleported." The Succubus whispered, looking around.

"Yeah."

"Are you not surprised?"

"No, I saw similar couches and chairs at the entry. There was a vending machine filled with soda cans as well."

Rifna's voice suddenly started echoing from every direction, as if the museum itself was speaking to them.

"You don't have to tire yourself. I'll take you to your chosen Relic."

Elijah let out a sigh.

"You're losing cuteness points with this."

"Wha-" She suddenly appeared in front of him. "How was that not cute?" Rifna demanded an answer, her arms straight and fists clenched.

"Well," Elijah paused to stare at her for a moment. "Now that I get a closer look at you, I guess anything you do will be cute."

"Nya?"

"Cuteness is a state of being. You either are or you're not. It doesn't depend on your actions. As such..." He smiled. "You are definitely super cute, to the core of your being."

"Nyahaha!"

'Flirting son of a bitch of a Master...' Zarath rubbed her forehead.

"Don't make me blush, depraved slaver!"

"The Slave thing excluded, I am a great guy." Elijah argued.

"You're fun." Rifna grinned. "I get why these women are with you despite the Slave Mark."

Elijah was about to bring up the fact that there were more seats available on the roster, but decided against it. A joke a bit too risqué.

"Well, then." Rifna snapped her fingers. "Where to?"

Elijah stretched his arms as he answered.

"The King's Crown."