My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1628

Over time, I had annealed a lot of memories to my soul. Countless blessings, jobs, and information had attached to me, and I had even had my soul cut in half. It shouldn’t have been too surprising that during that time when my soul was ripped in two and I had two memories from two different places, then some of those memories wouldn’t be the clearest.

As she announced herself, I started to remember my trip to the Faerie Plains in more detail. I had been trying to avoid the Fey after realizing that they were hostile toward humans. We were hiding in a cave when a group appeared and attacked us. It was a group of escaped slaves, and they were being led to freedom by a Fey. That Fey was this woman. This confused me though because she was sympathetic to humans.

“Why are you here?” I asked blatantly. “I thought you wanted to help the human slaves?”

“Help?” She let out a laugh. “Help? You killed my sister and started a rebellion that killed thousands, and you want to speak of help?” ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

“I had nothing to do with them,” I answered warily.

“You encouraged them!” She pointed a finger hatefully. “The Waterfield Rebellion had just ended. Demetri just wanted to live on a farm for the rest of his life. He wanted to have a family and live in peace. Then, you came along, and you filled him with the idea of a Human King. You told him about the humans here, and a society where humans could live free. He began a new rebellion… one that lasted for two months. The Waterfield Rebellion was a drop in the bucket compared to what you did.”

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“Okay… they had the right to be free…” I was trying to think as quickly as possible to de-escalate the situation.

“What do you know of it?” She snarled. “You came, killed my family in front of me, and then started a war. A thousand Fey died, and we had to purge ten times that many humans to put an end to it.”

“You… killed them?”

Her expression turned haunted for a second, but then she shook her head like she was trying to convince herself of something. “You killed them! This was your fault. I was just letting them live free… but you turned them into weapons. You turn the innocent into weapons. I see that hasn’t changed.”

Her eyes flicked to the two girls next to me, who quickly dodged behind, hiding their faces.

“I never asked Demetri to fight for me. What he’s chosen to do…”

“He’s dead!” She snapped, stopping my words. “I… killed him with my own two hands.”

“You… what?”

“I had to… I had to stop it. No one asked him to trust me to a peace talk.” She laughed. “He thought I would act fairly and that we would come to peaceful terms, but why would I be fair? How can there be peace between Fey and Humans? Were you fair when you beheaded my sister? You’re a murderer, and every human is a virus. All humans deserve death!”