Chapter 79

Chapter 79

I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

Episode 79: When An Elf Meets A Love Potion (1)

In the trap room with the love potion hot spring, I placed a chair in the very center, the farthest point from the entrance.

I took off my gown.

Instead of sitting directly on the wooden chair, I removed my gown and draped it over the chair like a cushion, then sat on it.

Having removed my gown, I was now naked.

Despite being naked, I didn’t cross my legs to cover my penis.

However, I would cover my penis with something else.

This was not because I was ashamed of showing my penis, but because it was a strategic choice.

Swish.

I placed the towel brought from the training room over my lower body.

Like men casually covering their lower bodies in a sauna, I roughly placed the towel over my thighs and adjusted my breathing.

“Hah.”

My penis was rock-hard and erect.

It stood so prominently that its presence was noticeable even through the towel, showing no signs of subsiding.

‘This is practically the last chance to handle things calmly.’

I had already ejaculated inside Eris three times.

Once in the bathtub, once on the bed while fucking her doggy-style, and once more while kissing her in a face-to-face position as a final act.

And immediately after ejaculating, Sylverit infiltrated the dungeon.

If I died now, I’d have to do a fresh vaginal insemination at the point Sylverit invaded to update the save point.

What if I died without updating?

-Actually, save points don’t disappear~

It might say something like that, implying all my actions so far were pointless, and return to the last vaginal insemination point.

‘That’s just wishful thinking.’

Life was finite.

Vaginal insemination regression wasn’t invincible, and I had to rely solely on the information I’ve gathered.

-Oh dear, how unfortunate~ You should have done vaginal insemination into a virgin’s vagina before dying~

What if I died without updating the vaginal insemination?

What if that was the end of my life?

‘That’s more likely.’

My gut feeling was warning me.

Don’t be optimistic.

Whenever I had thought, ‘This feels like it’s going to be fucked up,’ it always turned out fucked up.

It was in the realm of premonition or intuition, but while I had suffered consequences for ignoring those feelings, the feelings themselves had never been wrong.

‘I’m going all in.’

Right here, in this trap room filled with the love potion hot spring.

“Hwaa…”

I steadied my breathing.

The only thing around was the ‘boiling’ love potion hot spring on the floor.

‘This will do.’

After entrusting Eris to Lilith and ordering her to wait quietly, I asked her to cast just one magic spell and sent her back to the training room.

Bubble, bubble.

Steam rose.

Hot air, like in a sauna, flowed up from below.

It was like being in a heated stone sauna next to a hot spring, making my body naturally flush with heat.

Are you saying I was going to a sauna right before I died?

‘No way.’

This was my trump card.

It’s the optimal logic based on previous conversations, information, and the data I had gathered.

Both as a trainer and as a human being.

“Eris Alvatea.”

I said softly.

“Eris, Alvatea.”

I raised my voice slightly and said it again, deliberately pausing to enunciate clearly.

“The one you’re looking for is Eris Alvatea, right?”

Creak.

The door opened.

Holding an aura sword without a single drop of blood, the high elf Sylverit opens the door and looks at me.

“Ugh…!”

Sylverit wrinkled her brow.

The steam filling the room escaped through the open door.

“It’s cold, close the door and come in. I was just enjoying a leisurely sweat.”

“……Who are you?”

“A demon, Azazel Dantalion.”

I gestured for her to come in leisurely and straightened my posture.

“The person in charge of the prisoner Eris Alvatea.”

“…….”

“Be careful. The moment I die, the woman you seek will die too.”

I pointed to my neck.

“If I die, the explosion magic on this necklace will activate. Eris has the same necklace on her neck.”

“…….”

“So, close the door and come in quietly, forest maiden.”

“…….”

Sylverit still didn’t relax her wary expression.

“Where is Eris?”

But she closed the door and came inside.

Looking at me, she scanned the room for traps.

“…….”

“Curious about what this room is? It’s nothing special. Just a hot spring.”

“……Are you saying you’re going to take a hot spring bath before you die?”

“It’s a hot spring, but it’s also the battlefield where I can fight best.”

Battlefield.

Yes, this was a fight.

A fight in the unique style of the trainer Azazel.

“Sylverit. Orc slayer. High elf. S-class adventurer.”

“Yes, you know me well. You, a human traitor with a demon’s mark.”

“Traitor, traitor… Heh heh.”

The victory condition was to stall for time.

“Who do you think was betrayed?”

“What?”

To buy time, I need to lead Sylverit to doubt the situation.

“Count Alvatea asked you to rescue Eris, didn’t she?”

“…….”

An obvious deduction.

But stating the obvious as if it was significant often makes it seem like there was more to it.

“You came to rescue ‘Eris’ as her former teacher. Am I right?”

“……!!”

But adding any information changes the situation.

“…….”

“You used to call Eris ‘Erishi’. You’d still call her that if you met her now.”

“……Who are you?”

Sylverit was Eris’s teacher.

That’s information even demons could gather through espionage.

But knowing her pet name?

“Demon Azazel Dantalion. Head of negotiations for the liberation of human prisoners in the Vampire Legion – Blood Thirsters.”

“…….”

A non sequitur, but revealing my position in this legion showed my stance.

In reality, such a position didn’t exist.

“Rest assured. Eris is alive. For now, that is.”

“What did you do to her?”

“What did I do?”

“You…!”

The atmosphere was much more hostile than the previous two conversations, but I could be sure.

“Calm down, lady. It’s nothing to be so angry about. I was just wondering what kind of prejudice you had against our demon army.”

“What?”

“What did you think when I asked?”

Right now.

“It’s sad. Judging the demon army as a whole is prejudice, prejudice.”

“Ha. Prejudice, you say?”

“Yes.”

This conversation was going better than the previous two encounters.

“The Vampire Legion rips out hearts, the Beast Legion eats prisoners, the Undead Legion turns prisoners into undead soldiers, and the Demon Legion enslaves humans and plays with them like toys.”

It was the same now.

It was not prejudice, it was the truth.

“I’d like you to see our Vampire Legion in a slightly different light, at least.”

“…After killing all those adventurers?”

“They were prepared for death from the moment they entered this place. We offered them a way to live. But they simply didn’t meet our requirements.”

“A way to live?”

“Yes.”

I made a ring shape with my fingers so that even the elf could understand.

“Money.”

“…….”

“We demanded one million gold for Jake Gilberte, the bastard son of the former Baron Gilberte.”

This was probably common knowledge spread throughout the territory.

“Unfortunately, Baron Gilberte didn’t agree to the deal. Instead, he wanted to confront us.”

I probed a little.

Even though I was going all in this time, I gathered information in case there was a ‘next time’.

“……If they had made a deal with the demons, I would have dealt with it first.”

Thankfully.

Baron Gilberte was meticulous enough not to get caught by an S-class adventurer.

“Yes. So, we killed Jake Gilberte. Since the negotiations broke down, we had no choice but to kill the hostage.”

“…….”

Sylverit frowns.

As if thinking about something, recalling something.

“……No way.”

“Eris Alvatea is alive.”

“Wait.”

Sylverit interrupted me.

“No way, did she make a deal with you?”

“…….”

Her.

Deal.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb! Eris…her mother, Count Alvatea!”

She said it herself, not me.

Sylverit said it herself.

“……Heh heh.”

Clap clap.

I chuckled and clapped lightly.

“Correct, forest maiden.”

We negotiated with Count Alvatea.

“Parents can’t win against their children. Even elves are like that, but parents tend to loosen their grip on reason in front of their children.”

Correction.

Would do.

“The price for Eris’s life hasn’t been decided yet.”

Because the negotiations hadn’t been concluded.

“But sending a rescue party while pretending to negotiate. Tsk.”

If you asked the person involved, they’d probably protest, “Negotiations? What negotiations?”

“Eris Alvatea is alive. At least for now.”

I raised a hand and fiddled with the red gem in the center of the necklace.

“To be honest, I don’t know what decision I should make right now. Did Count Alvatea break off the negotiations and betray us, or did you come here before they could contact you?”

“……..”

“Am I being too paranoid?”

You could call it lingering resentment, but saying what the other person might say was the best way to make your thoughts stick in their mind.

“Did you come to save Eris, or to kill her?”

“…….”

She had no choice but to remain silent.

“Well, it doesn’t matter.”

“What?”

To buy more time and gather information.

“We don’t necessarily have to negotiate with Count Alvatea.”

“…….”

“Forest maiden, Lady Sylverit. This is perfect. I wanted to talk to a high elf, and now I get to talk to such a beautiful lady.”

Relaxing the tense atmosphere, I take a deep breath.

“Would you like to have tea and talk? Or…would you like to relax in the hot spring and bathe?”

“…….”

“Not that much? Then I guess you’ll just listen while you breathe there.”

While breathing.

Breathing was something you’d eventually do even if you tried not to, once you were aware of it.

“By any chance.”

This is the love potion hot spring room.

“Do the elves have any intention of joining hands with the Vampire Legion?”

Due to the heat magic on the hot spring, the steam from the hot spring continues to rise from below, filling the room like a sauna.

“A non-aggression pact. A secret agreement to avoid bloodshed.”

“…….”

“To be honest, we’re in no position to increase our enemies right now.”

Sylverit.

“……What do you mean?”

She perked up her ears and swallowed her saliva.

Rising, rising.

The steam continued to rise.