My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

The six of us raised our weapons against the six former dungeon divers and the siren. I couldn’t help but notice the similarities between our formations. I had a party of five slaves who were fighting for me. Meanwhile, I protected them by using my support spells. The siren had a party of six undead. She would likely support them through song. I had no clue how strong they were or if becoming undead made them stronger. However, they certainly outnumbered us.

There was one other problem that I had only noticed now. When the siren had shrieked, the material the girls used to block their ears had degraded. That meant that if the siren used any more magical attacks, everyone in the party would be susceptible to them. A bad situation only became worse.

The siren finally stood up. She pointed at her formation, and then she began to sing. However, compared to the compelling, sweet music she had been singing before, this had a much more aggressive beat. There were no words, just a song that seemed to grow more complex. It was fast and had a deep thrumming sound that caused the floor to vibrate. Considering we didn’t know what would happen next, it was extremely intimidating.

“They’re coming!” Lydia called out, readying her sword.

The lead person wasn’t one of the guys, but a woman. More than that, her tattered robes seemed to suggest that she was a magician. Sending a magician out in front seemed strange. On top of that, a lot of her body was exposed, and she seemed to be bouncing on the balls of her feet like a puppet. Terra and I prepared to block any spell that came over, but none did.

The woman suddenly started waving her hands up in the air. She tossed out her hands, and then she did a forward flip. After she landed, she grabbed something by her side, but in the dark hallway, it looked like she was holding on to something. She then moved her hands, grabbing something in front of herself and moving to the side with each grab like she was propelling forward by tugging a rope. My eyebrows furrowed, as I was almost certain there was no rope there.

She jumped forward, flipping two more times. Lydia raised her sword to strike the undead woman down, but I grabbed her arm and shook my head. Something about her strange motions suddenly triggered a thought in my mind.

The undead magician moved in time with the siren’s music. It was now making its hands form a wave, and then it started making jerky movements that made it look like it was being controlled by a puppet again. It went right up to Lydia, put its hand in her face, and then jumped back. Finally, the undead mage threw out its arms and then crossed them across its chest. Meanwhile, the other five undead all formed a pose around the girl.

The second they formed the pose, the siren shot us a condescending look, swiped her thumb across her nose, and then jutted her chin in our direction as if to say “what are you going to do about it.”

“Oh… wow…” I said, my eyes widening in shock.

“What is it? What are they doing?” Lydia demanded. “I don’t like how she put her hand in my face.”

“I think… we just got served.”

“Ah! You know what that means…” Shao’s face turned solemn.

“What does it mean?” Celeste cried worriedly, seeing Shao and I exchange knowing looks.

“It’s on!”