Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

Chapter 1954: Moving To The Dwarven Castle

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The Giant Beast Dungeon.

The Underwater Abyss Dungeon.

The Volcanic Hellscape Dungeon.

The Aberrant Jungle Dungeon.

And the Underground Tower Dungeon.

These are well-known Dungeons renowned for their extreme difficulty and vast interiors. All of them distort space internally, and the Underground Tower Dungeon is said to contain fifty floors in total, with a new boss every ten floors.

Of course, there is also the most dangerous dungeon of all—the one I had planned to visit for Ignatius Dragon Materials—but now that it is supposedly the largest concentration point for this curse, everyone is steering clear.

The Dragon Tomb Dungeon.

It is said that a Great Dragon perished in that mountain, its gigantic body decaying into miasma and transforming the mountain’s interior into a sprawling dungeon.

Dragon-type Monsters—extremely rare—roam here. I’ve heard the weakest are Tier 7, while the strongest bosses reach Tier 9 to 10. It truly is an ultimate ”endgame” dungeon, as Alice often says.

”Nine Dungeons in total for all of you. I suppose you should begin working right away, Sylphy,” Alice commented, perched on my shoulder. ”It won’t be easy to clear everything within two weeks if the monsters have grown this strong because of that bizarre curse.”

”Yeah, it might not be a breeze,” I nodded.

”It’s a pity that Ignatius’s Evolution has been delayed once more,” Yggdra sighed. ”I’m sorry about this, Ignatius. I know you’re the one who wants to evolve the most among everyone here.”

”I’m literally the only one who hasn’t evolved! Ugh, why are my requirements so hard to meet?!” Ignatius screamed in frustration.

”I guess Dragon Spirits are just that special,” Alice giggled, patting his head. Ignatius was in his small dragon pup form, and Alice found him adorable when he cried. ”Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay!”

”Ugh, stop trying to comfort me like I’m a child! I know that!” Ignatius cried. ”However long it takes... but we have to get there! Sylphy! I’m counting on you!”

”Yeah, I know,” I nodded. ”I’ll get the materials. I swear.”

Master Felicia, who had joined us midway through, was quickly briefed on everything we discussed and agreed to the plan.

”I suppose we’re doing this like this, huh?” she sighed. ”Well, you’re free to go on your own. I will protect the city while you’re out.”

”Really? Well, okay,” Nepheline shrugged.

”Uh, well, I wish you could come with us, but I can’t really force you...” my mother sighed. ”Anyway, is everyone done? We should quickly get ready. We have a conference with the King of Evercraft. We need to inform him about our plans and learn whatever he can tell us about the dungeons and what’s happening out there.”

”Yeah, let’s go!” I said.

We quickly returned to Evercraft, where a group of soldiers awaited us. They were dwarven soldiers clad in Magitech Armor, which Alice described as very ”steampunk-like”—whatever that meant.

”Huh, so this is the big noble district we haven’t really visited before...” Celeste said, admiring the houses.

We traveled through the dwarves’ unique carriages, which moved on their own using magical cores and internal engines.

The noble district was filled with enormous houses where nobles resided. It wasn’t just Dwarves; a few Elven noble families lived here as well—some who had moved ages ago, others who had arrived from the capital in the last century.

Because Evercraft functions as something like a vassal nation of the Elven Kingdom, it remains largely independent in most matters.

Grandfather even allowed them to keep their kings and their own government to handle most affairs, while the Elven Kingdom supported them from behind in other ways.

He granted them a great degree of freedom despite the great war they had waged back then. Dwarves and Elves truly hated each other in those days.

Though the hatred lingers a little—I sometimes hear a dwarf call me a ”filthy knife-ear”—it is far less intense now. Other dwarves usually smack the offender for daring to insult a young lady like me.

But like any people, dwarves come in all kinds. Some are rude; others are gentlemanly. It often comes down to how they were raised.

Don’t get me wrong—culture and society play a huge role in shaping adult behavior—but I believe parenting is also very important.

”It sure is a big place, gotta say,” Mist remarked while admiring the enormous noble district elevated above the rest of the city.

”Unlike the big city down below, there are no demons here though...” Celica commented, scanning her surroundings. ”Why?”

”Well, most Demons living in Evercraft today are immigrants or descendants of immigrants from the Demon Continent,” my mother explained. ”Some are survivors from the war and everything. Before the war, there weren’t that many demons here at all. It’s a good thing the King implemented several policies to protect them and help them become citizens—as long as they prove loyal to the Kingdom and aren’t people with ulterior motives, like the terrorists we faced back in Eastgrain...”

”Um, yeah...” I nodded, noticing Celeste looking a little ashamed at my mother’s remark. ”Well, anyway... I guess that’s why there aren’t Demon Nobles, unless a demon marries into a noble family.”

”Is that also so uncommon?” Zephyrus asked. My brother seemed very interested in the topic.

”It is...” Master Felicia answered. ”Kid, a few centuries ago elves and dwarves hated each other to death. If it wasn’t for your grandfather mediating peace between the two tribes, the dispute would continue even today. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have even been born, as I am a daughter born from a Dwarf father and an Elf mother.”

”I see...” Celica nodded. ”Then Zephyrus and I are a first?”

”E-Eh?” My brother blushed as Celica smiled cutely at him and held his arm. ”W-What do you mean?”

”Um? Didn’t you say the other day that we would get married...?” Celica asked.

”I-I was... yeah, I said that,” Zephyrus nodded.

”Woah, bold words for your age, kid!” my father laughed out loud. ”Think a bit before you say things like that, son. Especially when you say them in front of a girl! They’re never going to forget it!”

”I guess nobles marrying demons is very rare—or maybe they just don’t like making the relationship official,” Celeste said.

Celica looked a little sad after that. She glanced down and slowly let go of Zephyrus’s arm.

”Ah, Celica... sorry, I didn’t mean to say anything. I was caught off-guard...” my brother muttered.

”No, it’s fine...” Celica smiled lightly. ”It’s my fault for thinking what you said was real... It was obviously a joke... haha...”

”N-No, Celica, it wasn’t...” my brother muttered, gently taking her hand. ”I am serious about... us. Really.”

”...Zephy, it’s... embarrassing in front of everyone,” Celica murmured.

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