Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

Episode 18: How To Get A New Prisoner (1).

He licked the feet of the Vampire Princess with all his loyalty.

It wasn’t like he had a fetish for that; he did it to show his loyalty like a dog.

“You were great, Trainer.”

“What.”

The succubus secretary, who had come into the trainer’s private room, looked at me with eyes that seemed to be gazing at something incredibly impressive.

Of course.

For a human to kneel before a demon was serious enough, but to beg for life while licking their feet?

It was practically forsaking one’s humanity.

No matter how clean and odorless the Vampire Princess’s feet were-

Ah.

There was an odor.

Correction.

It was a fragrance.

I was not sure if it was because she was a vampire, but there was indeed a sweet, fruit-like scent emanating from her.

‘Even so, I wouldn’t do it if just anyone asked me to lick their feet.’

Even to stay alive, would I lick the feet of goblins or orcs?

It would be better to use my tongue to talk my way out of it rather than lick.

Anyway.

“So, am I officially a trainer now?”

“Yes. But there’s one problem.”

“A problem?”

“Yes. You’re human.”

Ah.

“…Can I become a vampire? Or another kind of demon?”

“That’s not necessary. The Master believes that since you’re human, it’ll be easier to corrupt other humans, and has allowed you to remain human.”

Phew.

“So, what’s the problem?”’

“My subordinates and the Holy Demon Knights know you’re a trainer, but the combat units or regular legion soldiers might misunderstand.”

“…….”

“Usually, humans here are either prisoners or toys soon to be discarded.”

“I suppose so.”

I was a bit crude to say, but during the Age of Exploration, if a Black person was wearing a suit in Europe, wouldn’t people think the same?

Wouldn’t the owner of that slave be quite peculiar?

‘That’s not entirely wrong, though.’

I was a traitor to humanity.

In exchange for receiving a suit and a whip from the Vampire Princess, my role was to capture humans and turn them into fallen beings like me.

“So, how can I avoid being misunderstood?”

“By marking yourself as a member of the Vampire Legion. Other demons might be startled to see a human, but they’ll recognize the mark.”

“What kind of mark…?”

“A tattoo on your face.”

A tattoo.

I didn’t particularly like or dislike tattoos in my past or current life.

But my ex-girlfriend in my past life had tattoos.

She had one on her buttocks with wings shaped like ‘Please stick it here’, which was a bit off-putting, but I didn’t know other men would see it too.

“Hmm…”

“Don’t you like tattoos?”

“It’s not that I dislike it, but if it’s covering my face… No, I should do it. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.”

“…Hehe.”

The succubus secretary laughed softly and reached for my face.

“Rest assured. It won’t show on the outside. It’s a symbol only visible to demons.”

“Is that possible?”

“It’s the power of magic.”

The succubus secretary’s finger pressed against my right cheek.

Slowly, like drawing a teardrop under my eye, her finger traced a circle.

“It’s done.”

“Already?”

“Yes. To demons, you’ll look like… well, someone with this mark on their face, which makes it even better.”

The succubus secretary pointed to her lower abdomen.

Hum.

As she ran her hand over her abdomen, the magic activated, and the tattoo began to glow.

The same womb tattoo that had once glowed on the abdomen of the knight Eris.

…Could it be?

“Isn’t it beautiful? It’s a design personally conceived by the Master.”

“That’s on my cheek now?”

“Yes.”

“…….”

A man walking around with the Vampire Legion’s womb tattoo (invisible to humans) on his face.

‘I won’t get beaten to death randomly anywhere now.’

At least, no one would try to kill me just because I was human.

“Secretary.”

“Yes.”

“If someone tries to kill me even after seeing this, what should I do to them?”

“That’s obvious.”

The secretary made a gesture of cutting her own throat with her hand.

“They’ll end up headless.”

I had become a trainer, but I’ve only just achieved one success.

The priestess Dalia.

Regarding this achievement, I had one concern.

‘Adjust the regression timing again?’

It had been exactly one day since the last time I had sex.

Since Dalia fell, I licked the Vampire Princess’s feet and became a trainer, so adjusting the timing of the sex regression now wouldn’t be bad.

‘Or gather more information and buy some time.’

Even if I returned to the past, I’d act the same towards Dalia and the Vampire Princess.

Pretend not to know the information I had gained through regression.

Act as if it’s my first time corrupting Dalia and licking the Vampire Princess’s feet.

Unless someone could read my memories or knew about my ability to regress, I should make the most of this power.

Therefore.

“How do you plan to conduct today’s training?”

The trainer’s morning.

“I need to set a direction.”

Before starting the day’s work, I showed two fingers to the succubus secretary who brought me breakfast.

“In the morning, I’ll manage the fallen and deal with new prisoners.”

“Are you talking about Dalia?”

“Yes.”

Dalia, who had become a vampire, didn’t need to have the womb tattoo on her face.

Instead, she had the womb tattoo on her lower abdomen as a symbol of the fallen, but she didn’t seem to mind that.

“She can use divine power.”

“…Yes. Whether to call it corrupted divine power, we are still investigating that magic.”

The succubus secretary scratched her cheek, avoiding my gaze.

Was there something she’s keeping from me?

‘It doesn’t matter.’

If she was supposed to tell me, she would have, and if it’s something I didn’t need to know, there’s no point in prying.

I was curious, but there’s a saying that goes, ‘Don’t pick at a scab.’

“Dalia said she can use the goddess’s power as is. Even though she’s become a demon, she believes the goddess still watches over her as proof of her faith.”

“The goddess’s proof.”

“Whether this happens when those with divine power fall into demons or if it’s a mix with vampire traits, I don’t know.”

Likely, it’s the succubus secretary—or the Vampire Princess herself—who’s analyzing the cause and effect.

“I just want to confirm if Dalia is the only case or if other priestesses can do the same. If Dalia is special, I need to take more care of her; if not, we can produce countless fallen.”

“……!!”

The succubus secretary’s eyes widened.

It seemed my line of thinking was correct.

“So, can we supply more priestesses?”

Currently, there were no human prisoners in the dungeon.

“It doesn’t have to be a priestess. Any woman with divine power will do. The fact that they have divine power like Dalia is the key here.”

Of the four female prisoners who were alive, excluding the knight Eris and the priestess Dalia, the other two were ‘gulped down’ by demons.

Men?

Dalia dealt with them cleanly as punishment for abandoning their faith.

Any traces left were quickly cleaned up by vampire slimes under the guise of room cleaning.

I didn’t care where the blood and flesh went.

This was the Demon King’s army, and I was both human and demon.

I was just glad I didn’t die.

“I feel a bit awkward asking this, but is it difficult to capture people like us?”

“Honestly, it’s not that hard.”

The succubus secretary answered honestly.

“Do you remember how you got caught here?”

“I know. We thought it was an ordinary dungeon, but when we entered an area where something like mist was spread, we teleported to this dungeon.”

I advised against going in, but being just a porter, my words were immediately dismissed.

“Do you know about the structure of the dungeon?”

“I know. There’s a ‘boss’ equivalent, and the entrance can open anywhere in the world.”

“Yes. The physical entrance remains, but it’s not just one physical door.”

The succubus secretary pointed to the full-length mirror placed opposite the bed.

“There are magical doors too.”

“Is that mirror capable of spatial movement or something?”

“If you wish, I could give it that function, but that mirror doesn’t have such capabilities.”

I could roughly guess the use of the mirror.

“There are magical gates in the dungeon. Like the mist you entered, there are areas that transcend space. Demons call this ‘the Corridor of the Demon Lord’, but…”

“Corridor of the Demon Lord?”

“Yes. In human terms, we call it a ‘Gate’.”

“Ah.”

I understood immediately.

It’s one of the elements that any adventurer should know about.

Gate.

Simply put, it’s a dimensional door.

Even though the Vampire Princess’s dungeon was in the Demon King’s territory, a second gate to enter this territory could appear smack in the middle of some human kingdom.

“The dungeon you entered is a baby dungeon we created separately within our legion.”

“Baby dungeon?”

“Yes. We set up rooms with traps, and those who fall into these traps are summoned here.”

“……I see.”

I understood.

“Then other adventurers could come through there.”

“Yes. No one has come through yet…”

“Good. Then there’s one good method.”

A good trap meant:

“Regardless of what kind of enemy comes through, you can catch them, right?”

“Unless it’s a [Hero] or [Diamond-tier] adventurer.”

“Good. Then let me make a proposal.”

This wouldn’t be crossing a line.

“I’ll use prisoners to capture other humans.”

To corrupt, we needed prisoners, and to supply prisoners, we needed to lure in people who would become prisoners.

“Dalia, who has fallen, won’t work… Are you talking about Eris?”

“No.”

“Then…?”

“Jake.”

I touched my neck.

“We know he’s dead, but those outside don’t know our great knight has died, right?”

“That’s true.”

“So, I’ll write a letter on his behalf and send it outside. A will.”

“……Won’t they be suspicious?”

“They’ll be suspicious. We can make excuses. Say he wrote the letter with the help of a porter because his arm is broken.”

There’s a belief stronger than suspicion.

“Jake, that bastard, was still a noble’s bastard after all.”

The hope that he might be alive.

“For his siblings, it’s the most frustrating situation.”

Or, the hope that he’s dead.

“Even as a bastard, if he’s alive, he can receive an inheritance.”

Schrodinger’s Jake.

Until you checked, you didn’t know if he’s dead or alive.

“Aren’t you curious? Whether the father will send someone to check if his bastard son is alive, or if the half-siblings will send someone to confirm if he’s dead to avoid the inheritance going to him.”

The eyes of the succubus secretary looking at me were…

“Whichever the purpose, ‘people will come here’.”

They began to sparkle with excitement, ecstasy, and anticipation.