The sprouts erging from the ground turned into winding vines, and within that wondrous green light, the figure of that person slowly appeared.
Golden hair, shoulder-length, with two longer locks braided and hanging down his waist.
The wind blew through his bangs, revealing a pair of deep green eyes shimring faintly. Two pointed ears drooped slightly, adorned with delicate gems.
A pure white cloak tinged with green trailed along the ground as he walked slowly toward Mrs. Andersen. Her frantic screams didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest. On the contrary, Mrs. Andersen kept retreating, hesitation creeping onto her face.
He bent down slightly, lifting her face gently in his hands, as if her grotesque features didn’t bother him at all. His fingers softly brushed her cheek, wiping away the tears streaming down as he murmured, "Don’t worry, there will be a better place for you."
Mrs. Andersen opened her mouth in protest, but before she could utter a sound, sprouts burst out from her body. In the blink of an eye, she had turned into a lifeless husk — a cradle for those tiny shoots — and beca a small, verdant mound.
[I just felt a refreshing breeze blow through my heart]
[What the hell, I an, yeah, he looks amazing, but his power’s kinda terrifying]
[I don’t know, I find it kinda soothing... just so plants growing, that’s all]
[Maybe it’s psychological, but that stuff freaks out — I’d rather die instantly than have that happen to ]
[Let guess, a Nerio fan]
The group led by Hers didn’t even get a proper look at the man’s face before they were engulfed in light. When they opened their eyes again, they were already standing outside the door on the third floor, right in front of the Andersens’ room.
At that mont, soft footsteps echoed — soone was coming up the stairs. The group exchanged glances, setting aside their confusion, and quickly escaped.
Mrs. Andersen lifted her skirts slightly, expressionless as she opened the door and stepped inside.
She seed to enjoy being in that room. After burning the pile of dresses, she imdiately returned without lingering for long.
Her expression remained utterly calm, as though she hadn’t sensed anything strange — as if the monster that had hunted them inside that small dungeon wasn’t hers to begin with.
"Why do you all look so worn out? Is everything alright?"
Seeing Hers’s group appear in the grand hall, Fiona couldn’t help but speak before quickly rushing toward Alice. "Sister Alice, it hurts so bad—my ear’s torn! Please heal !"
Alice nodded and quickly went around healing everyone. Although she couldn’t fully nd their wounds, at least the pain eased sowhat.
The group gathered together, swiftly exchanging the information they’d obtained.
Just as Hers was about to speak, the footsteps echoed distinctly—Mr. Andersen had returned. And he wasn’t alone. There was another set of steps, light and unhurried.
Hers raised a hand, signaling everyone to stay silent, his gaze fixed on the grand doors.
Mr. Andersen appeared first. His face lit up with a cheerful smile when he saw them. Striding forward eagerly, he said, "Perfect timing! You’re all here, and I just happened to have sothing important to discuss with you!"
As he finished speaking, he stepped aside—but he hardly needed to, because the man behind him was far too striking to ignore.
Tall—well over one ter eighty, towering above Mr. Andersen—with flawless, almost ethereal features and a soft, gentle smile.
Golden hair falling to his neck, two slender braids trailing to his waist, and eyes a deep, tranquil green.
He wore an immaculate white three-piece suit, with gemstones glinting faintly on his pointed ears.
Mr. Andersen’s grin widened so much it nearly split his face. "This is the priest who just arrived at the church. His abilities are truly exceptional—I’ve witnessed them firsthand! I’m sure you’ll make excellent teammates and speed up handling these unusual incidents!"
The group was speechless for a mont. Honestly, the man looked nothing like a priest. If anything, he seed more like a prince out of a fairytale.
After a pause, Mr. Andersen sighed with apparent frustration. "I don’t an to rush everyone, but my wife is terribly timid. Because of everything that’s happened, she hasn’t even dared to leave the house..."
His gentle, devoted deanor might have been convincing—if the group hadn’t seen him chopping up human flesh without so much as a flicker of emotion.
Nyx stepped forward with a polite smile. "We’ll certainly make good teammates. By the way, Mr. Andersen, shouldn’t you check on Mrs. Andersen? She’s only co out of her room once since morning—we’re genuinely worried about her ntal state."
When Mr. Andersen heard that, he looked as though he wanted to drop everything and sprint upstairs. Soon, only the humans and the newly arrived priest remained.
Just as Nyx was about to speak, Hers took a step forward. His expression was serious as he faced the man directly and asked, "Hello, I’m Hers. Were you the one who saved us just now?"
He didn’t bother beating around the bush—after all, the man’s golden hair hadn’t changed. It wasn’t hard to recognize him.
The man looked at Hers with a gentle smile. His eyes curved slightly, like crescent moons, their light as soft as rippling spring water. Fiona’s eyes widened—she must be imagining things, right? Otherwise, why did it feel like the entire room had brightened just because of his smile?
In truth, Hers felt the sa. It was as if a spotlight shone directly above this man’s head.
"Pleasure to et you, human. I am Dorian."
Dorian?
Everyone froze in surprise. They knew that na—the sa one Nerio had spoken in the previous dungeon.
But why had he appeared without any dungeon system notification? Just like Nerio did before...
"You all look surprised. What’s wrong? Do we know each other?"
As he spoke, Dorian walked over to the sofa, sat down gracefully, crossed one leg over the other, and tilted his head slightly as he looked at Hers’s group.
Hers nodded cautiously and said, "Nerio ntioned you once."
[Wait, seriously? That part was in the livestream? I knew there had to be sothing important that got cut when the system glitched!]
[So... is Dorian actually a god?]
[No idea, but he gives off such a weird aura... like a prince. Anyway, ladies, I’m marrying that prince!]
[Cut it out, he literally kissed goodbye this morning!]
[Here we go again. Can we analyze the dungeon instead of thirsting over fictional faces?]
Hearing Hers’s words, Dorian chuckled softly, as if genuinely amused. It seed he hadn’t expected Nerio to bring him up. "Oh? I see. No one has bullied Nerio, has he?"
Everyone: "..."
Comnts: "[...]"
[Did I just hear that right? Does Dorian even know what he’s asking?!]
[No, he clearly has no idea what a demon Nerio actually is!]
[I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Dorian’s ears look just like Nerio’s. They have to be brothers!]
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