The Chronicle of the Dungeon Master of Slaughter – A Reclusive Beautiful Girl Became a Dungeon Master, So She Pursues the Path of a Hikikomori – Chapter 53

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐄𝐥𝐟'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟑: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐄𝐥𝐟’𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

I follow my master, who walks fearlessly through the cave, no, the dungeon, with a lantern in hand.

Yesterday, a lot of things happened.

Or rather, it might be more accurate to say that shocking things happened.

They were so shocking that even after a night, there are many things that I still can’t understand.

I could only understand half of the conversation between my master and the Demon Lord.

But, there are a few things I understood.

Probably, my master is not human.

Because, there’s no way the Demon Lord would scout a human.

Considering what she said about the dungeon, perhaps my master is the ruler of the dungeon, the kind spoken about in fairy tales.

And, that master has become a subordinate of the Demon Lord.

In other words, she has become an enemy of mankind.

Last night, I realized I was bought by an incredible person and I was trembling in my futon, wondering how I would be treated from now on.

Then, I had a dream.

The content of the dream was the memory of when I was kidnapped by bandits.

Faces of those I despise who killed my father and laughed about it emerged.

Next, the content of the dream changed to the scenes when I was with my previous master.

It was the memory of the time when I was horribly abused, in pain, in distress, in suffering, and yet nobody helped me.

I often have these two dreams.

Despite wanting to forget them, they never, never disappear from my dreams.

Whether I’m dreaming or when I wake up from the dream, I am terrified, in pain, and the trembling doesn’t stop.

But, this time was different.

[Wake up.]

Saying that, not kindly, but shaking my shoulders, my master woke me up from the nightmare.

Looking at my master’s face who woke me up, the fear of the nightmare faded away.

Perhaps, it may have been overwritten by a greater fear.

But at that time, I didn’t think of my master as that scary.

Things like the Demon Lord, enemy of mankind, the scale is too big, I don’t think I’m fully grasping it yet.

The fear I have of my master is like a vague anxiety.

Specifically, what should I do and how to avoid a horrifying experience.

That, I don’t know.

I’ve been told that if I break an order, I’ll be crushed, but conversely, if I don’t break an order, nothing will happen.

At least, as of now.

🔹𝔸𝕨𝕖𝕓𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤.𝕔𝕠𝕞 ― 𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝e𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 “𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥e𝕤” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥e𝕣𝕤🔹

Upon thinking this far, I thought.

My master is not human, a subordinate of the Demon Lord, an enemy of mankind, but.

Even so, isn’t she a much, much better master than the bandits or my previous master?

After all, I haven’t been horribly treated by my master yet.

I’ve been forced to change clothes in front of her and stuff, embarrassed, but I haven’t been treated badly.

So, I think there’s no need to be so scared.

My master might be a terrible person.

She might be a bad person.

From now on, she might kill many people.

But, even so, I think I will follow this person.

There’s no choice for a slave like me anyway.

Until the day my master uses me up, I decided to live as this person’s slave.

The person who saved me from the nightmare, this person.

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