My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1550

I stepped out of the portal with the two girls at my side. The last time I was in this city, I had died. At that moment, my hand glowed, and form appeared next to me.

Alysia took a deep breath and smiled. “Home.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been rather quiet lately.”

“Master hasn’t been needing me lately, so I’ve kept myself busy tending to your soul world. You haven’t bothered to fix it since it was destroyed. You do remember that place is my home, right?”

“Ah! That’s right!”

When Alysia wasn’t in her sword form, she used to reside in a dark place free of senses. However, once I formed a soul world, she had seemingly relocated there. Yet, I had destroyed my soul world when fighting King Roth and the lionesses. The world was a dried-up husk of the beauty it could be. I started allowing some mana to leak into the world. Now that I was providing it energy, it was slowly coming back to life.

Alysia had built a small shack that was far shabbier than the building I had already created, and a small garden that had nothing alive in it. She wasn’t a farmer or an architect. That was for sure. It was a pretty pitiful sight.

“L-looks good.” I smiled, practicing the art of white lies.

Thankfully, Alysia wasn’t focused on me and was instead looking around her former city. She had never really got to say goodbye to her home when we left before. As turbulent as the city was, she was born here and had grown up here. She was a princess and would have ended up with a life married to some noble had I not shown up. Instead, she ended up becoming a sentient soul weapon, and her entire people and their way of life were resettled near Chalm.

The two younger women managed to keep their cool despite a woman suddenly appearing next to them. I supposed with aunties like Celeste, Astria, and Shao, who could seemingly appear from anywhere, the thing that stood out most from Alysia was her height and her wild red hair. I reached out and took her arm, and the pair of us headed toward the castle she had once called her home.

“Alysia, is that you?”

“It’s Alysia! You should have told us you were coming.”

As we approached the former Osterian headquarters, I was surprised to see a couple of Osterians walking out. I had been told that not all of the Osterians had up and left the Ost Republic with that first group. Others stayed behind to help settle things in the Ost Republic, and a few trickled in every week. Still, there were some either too old or too involved with the Ost Republic to just up and leave. So, while a significant chunk of Osterians, were in Chalm now, that didn’t mean they weren’t still people here.

These were women that I appeared to remember. They were part of Alysia’s prior party, Titan Fall.

“Faith! Marice! What are you doing here?” Alysia called back, running up to the other girls and giving them hugs.

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It seemed like I wasn’t the only one who would be having a reunion.