Raised in Dungeon

The crimson eyes

black hair mixed with blood

The smell of death is in the air

Much blood spurted out every time he pierced the orc's body…

And then…

The hidden anger.

"So this is Allen's true power?"

Felicia knows Allen is powerful. He was almost as good as that great Theobald. But the power that Felicia saw now was the power to swing his sword at a living being.

His hands and sword were covered in purple blood. And so his body, splattered with orc blood. Allen withdrew his blade, which was stuck in the last orc's stomach. Without expression and also without looking tired, Allen looked at Felicia.

Felicia immediately shuddered at the sight of Allen covered in blood. And not only that, but even though Allen didn't show any expression, Felicia knew that Allen was angry.

"This orc isn't dead yet, but he seems to be immobilized; I've cut the back of his ankle," Allen said to a silent Felicia.

"The-then, what should I do with that?" Felicia was trembling and somehow scared.

"'What', you say? Of course, it is for you to kill. That's what you came here for, right? To kill monsters."

"N-no, I think today is enough."

"How can that be? You have to become stronger. If you run away now, then in the future, you will have to enter this dungeon once again, and at that time, you will force me to come back with you into this dungeon. I don't want to enter this dungeon again. It contains only bad memories."

"N-no, so-sorry, I can't."

Allen sighed.

"Do you know why you were told to kill monsters?"

"To become stronger, of course."

"Not exactly... It's because you're so naive."

"Naive?"

"Right, I don't know if you realize it or not. Don't tell me… you feel pity for monsters?"

"I-I? pity them?! No way!"

"Your father, Wulfgeat, and that woman, they don't doubt your swordsmanship. They may have even praised you for being able to hold a sword at that age, though I'm not sure how old kids typically become proficient with rapiers.

When I threw the goblin corpse at you, did they stop me? No... They didn't stop me from helping you defeat the goblin because it's not defeating the goblin you need... But killing it..."

Felicia's body began to shiver. Once again, she remembered the cries of the goblin she had killed, and she felt the strange sensation in her hand again as she stabbed the goblin.

Allen approached Felicia, looking at her with his red eyes that looked down on her.

"Your kindness is not only to humans but also to all living things. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. But to me, it's a bad thing. An awful thing.

All this time, I've been thinking... why do you care so much about me? Why do you want me to stop harming people? Is it the fact that I am a human being like you? Or is it because you don't want me to hurt creatures like you?"

"W-what are you talking about, Allen?"

Allen continued,

"Both are wrong; when I saw you who was scared just now, I was finally convinced. The reason you care about me is that you pity me. You look down on others because others don't think the same as you.

Then do you realize? Your treatment of the monsters today... it's no different from how you treated me. Those eyes… you look at me the same way you look at these orcs.

You didn't kill them because you felt sorry for them.

You also care for me out of pity

Your naive way of thinking makes you equate humans with monsters. It makes me think... do you think I'm a monster… and you're just as scared of me as you are scared of monsters."

"No! That's not true! I've never-"

"Then hurry up, kill this orc. This place is not my home. But the resemblance makes me remember things I don't want to remember. I want to get out of here as soon as possible."

Felicia remained silent, sitting with her face bent down, looking at her hands that still couldn't stop shaking.

Allen sighed once more...

Convinced that Felicia would not move, Allen approached her and then held her hand.

"HiiI!" Felicia started to throw up when Allen's bloody hand touched her hand.

"Come on, let me help. I'm your personal knight, after all," Allen said.

Allen pulled Felicia's hand, not caring about Felicia's tired condition.

Then they arrived in front of the surviving orc. The orc was silent, panting, looking at the ceiling. He was already in a lot of pain because his stomach was stabbed; unlike the goblins, who groaned when they were about to die, the orc would stay still, trying as much as possible to calm down to heal faster using their regeneration ability. Since they were just ordinary orcs, their regeneration was very slow, but their power was enough to stop blood flow.

"Kill it..." Allen said.

"N-no, Allen. I said no, I-I can't do this anymore."

"Hurry up."

"Please, I can't."

Felicia cried, her mind full of many things.

Allen lent one of his blades to Felicia.

"You can use this."

The blade was also covered in blood, and Felicia could see his frightened face from there. Then Allen grabbed Felicia's hand that was holding the blade.

"Wait, Allen!"

Using Felicia's hand, Allen stabbed the orc in the neck.

"Stop..."

Allen continued to pull out her hand and thrust it into the orc's neck again.

"Stop!"

Felicia couldn't get her hand out of Allen's grip.

Allen kept thrusting at that orc.

"STOP!!!"

After several thrusts, the orc finally died.

and Felicia fainted from the heart pain.

"How stupid..." muttered Allen.

Allen let go of Felicia's hand; then he carried Felicia's unconscious body.

"You're overdoing it," From behind, Wulfgeat approached them and held Allen's shoulders.

"But you didn't stop it. You just watched from there. Aren't you afraid too?"

Wulfgeat instantly became angry again, squeezing Allen's shoulders even harder.

"Don't get cocky, kid, just because you killed 38 orcs yourself."

"38? I thought it was only 20."

"20?! You are a stupid peasant. Even though there were 38 of them, but you counted 20. A fool like you doesn't deserve to be Lady Felicia's knight."

Allen smacked Wulfgeat's hand, removing it from his shoulder. Then he jumped forward, away from Wulfgeat.

"How did you know there are 38 of them?! I killed one in that room, and another orc ate the other. What are you planning?!"

Wulfgeat wasn't there from the start. He went to relieve himself somewhere and reappeared after all the orcs were out. Wulfgeat shouldn't have known how many orcs there were, let alone the exact number. Even though some orc corpses were piled up after Lavinia burned them, and there were dead orcs in the room that Wulfgeat could not see, he knew that there were 38 in total.

Why did he know that?

"You are hiding something! I realized it from the start! What are you planning to do?!" shouted Allen.

Wulfgeat's face then took on an annoyed look; then he muttered something...

"You're annoying... That girl is annoying too... You're all annoying... You're all bothering me; you're all putting me down. I can't stand it... I can't stand your insults... You're just a peasant and a former slave, but you look down on me.

I despised that little girl from the beginning; she never made her family proud, and now she's tarnishing the earl's noble name by befriending a peasant, HECK! SHE EVEN LIKED A PEASANT AND MADE HIM A KNIGHT!"

Allen disregarded everything Wulfgeat said and uttered

"You were the one who locked all those orcs in that room. So that they could kill Felicia and me? I don't know how you did it. But unfortunately, your plan failed. All your efforts were pointless; I'm alive, Felicia is alive, and that woman is alive too."

Wulfgeat then smiled widely and began to laugh.

"HAHAHAHAHA"

"What's so funny?!"

"Do you know what my god's blessing is?"

Allen looked around. Since Wulfgeat still looked confident, it meant he still had a plan. Maybe his god blessing was some kind of trap, or summoning of monsters.

But neither was true.

"My god blessing is called, My Intruder."

The moment Wulfgeat mentioned it, Allen immediately fell. His body suddenly went limp, unable to move at all.

"Wh-what happened?!" shouted Allen.

"My blessing is to send my mana into other people's bodies to mess with their mana. Once my mana enters the target's body, it will disrupt the opponent's mana, paralyzing their body for a whole day. The question is, when do I put my mana into your body?"

Allen immediately knew the answer

'Shit! I was caught off guard! I was too wrapped up in my anger!" Allen thought.

That was when Allen let Wulfgeat grab his shoulders. And he let Wulfgeat hold it for quite a while.

"Well, I don't need to tell you the answer," Wulfgeat said as he got closer to Allen.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Wulfgeat choked Allen's neck with his right hand and Felicia's neck with his left hand.

"You want to kill me this way? It's no use; your hands won't be strong enough to break my neck," Allen said.

"I will kill you, you filthy-mouthed peasant!"

With all his might, Wulfgeat strangled Allen's neck...

But…

"WHY?!"

No matter how hard Wulfgeat tried to strangle him, he could not. He wasn't strong enough to choke Allen.

"You know why you can't? It's because you're weak. Your blessing is also the sneaky kind that's useless in a fight. I misjudged you during the duel; you're just a big-mouthed noble."

"STOP TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT!"

Wulfgeat then moved closer to the hole.

And...

Throwing Allen and Felicia's bodies into the large hole in the center of the room...

'SH*T! I provoked him too much!" thought Allen.

"HAHAHA TAKE THAT! YOU WILL BE EATEN BY THE MONSTERS ON THE 6TH FLOOR! THERE IS NO WAY A CHILD LIKE YOU COULD LIVE ON 6th FLOOR! AHAHAHAHAHAHA"