Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 927- Plans for building a Dungeon City

If Simon allowed these weapons which had been turned into cursed relics to roam freely, it would no doubt cause chaos in the world. They were better off being contained, kept away from anyone who might get tempted to use them.

"These items, they are unusable. The curse energy that taints them has rendered them unstable. Trying to wield them would be dangerous for anyone. They could easily turn on their wielder, corrupting or even killing them.We'll need to keep them sealed away"

Simon concluded, his voice firm "They're too dangerous to leave unguarded, and until we understand more about the source of this curse energy, we can't risk exposing them to anyone."

The Valkyries and the orcs nodded in understanding. Since their lord was telling them it was dangerous, these items must not surface in the world.

Annette bowed slightly and said "We'll ensure they remain secure, Master. No one will come near them without your permission."

Simon nodded and turned to leave the storage. Now that things were settled here, he turned to head towards the residential quarters which was also located on this floor.

Although he said residential quarters, no inhabitants of the dungeon resided there. The residential quarters were mainly made to entertain guests. Previously, it was used by Cynthia and her entourage.

With Simon taking the lead and the Valkyries following a step after him, they headed for the residential quarters.

"By the way master, Bea has something to tell you" On their way, Alice suddenly commented. The cheeky girl blinked towards Bea who was equally surprised.

"Hm? Is that so? What is it that you wanted to tell me, Bea?"...

"Eh? Ah, that..." When Simon turned towards her, for some unknown reason she couldn't look at him. Her eyes darted everywhere and she behaved much like her sister Emma.

It didn't take long for Simon and the others to arrive at the residential quarters where Cynthia and her entourage were waiting for him.

"Lord Simon, you are here" The former gave a slight bow.

Behind her were Alvara and the others, the same group who had been in the dungeon before. Compared to a couple of months ago they looked more sharp and gave off a strong aura than before.

The war with the kingdom of Blackthorn not only increased their level, but it also forged their minds and allowed them to break out of their shell.

The one who showed the most exemplary growth, Cynthai looked far different than before. It wasn't a mere change in her physical appearance, although she did seem more poised and regal than before.

It was something deeper—a shift in her demeanour, a newfound resolve that radiated from her. She no longer carried the aura of someone still coming to grips with her responsibilities.

Instead, she exuded the presence of a queen who had accepted the weight of her crown and was prepared to make the hard decisions necessary for her kingdom's survival and prosperity.

The others, too, had grown. Alvara and the rest of Cynthia's entourage had shed the remnants of their past selves. They stood straighter, their eyes sharp and alert, their auras reflecting the battles they had fought and the challenges they had overcome.

The war and the numerous trials had tested them, forced them to grow beyond what they once were.

"Welcome," Simon said, nodding to Cynthia and her group who looked nothing like the people who had entered the dungeon months ago after being pushed into a desperate situation.

After giving their usual greeting, they headed inside the residential quarters. Although it was ordered by Simon and made by the orcs as an experiment to see their labour force and capability, the residential quarters were built far better than he imagined.

The houses were spacious, with high ceilings and intricately carved wooden beams that added warmth to the atmosphere. The large windows allowed people a clear view of the traiing grounds. The furniture were comfortable and elegant, designed for utility.