My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“What’s that?”

As I was innocently pondering things, the bodies in front of us began to glow with a strange light. After a few moments, there was a flash, and then they started to collapse into dust. In the span of a minute, the bandits went from being there to being gone. The group of us stared at the pile, completely confused as to what had just happened.

“Anyone have an explanation?” I asked, my eyes narrowed.

“Their spirits were called.” Miki said. “That was the Resurrection spell.”

“So quickly?” Ruby asked. “It’d usually take weeks for someone to get resurrected when they died out on the field.”

“Not if they have a pendant from health insurance.”

She snorted. “Yeah, if they’re rich enough… ah… not that I mean…”

I shrugged. I knew what she meant. Most normal people didn’t have the income I had managed to acquire. I was a noble, a Hero, and a Dungeon Diver. I was able to get health insurance, although I found out later that nobles had their own form of life insurance and I was just wasting my money. The result was that I had ended up worrying my party, since the castle was able to bring me back faster than the company.

However, these guys were not nobles. They were just a pair of scouts. They were weak, low-level thieves that would have no value to the Bandit King. Unless they happened to be his biological brothers by pure coincidence, no one would pay to give them a special pendant and watch over their life. Even with the pendant, it would likely take hours to realize someone died, find a Priest, and then resurrect the person. That’s assuming they wouldn’t take any effort to try to find the body and thus decrease the cost of Resurrection substantially.

Even ignoring all of that, they were also both resurrected simultaneously. Normally, one Priest would be working, and so they’d cast Resurrection one person at a time. That meant one body should disappear, and perhaps five minutes later another body would leave. Even if two Priests were working, what was the chance they both completed their ceremony within seconds of each other? Simply put, what we had just seen was something that shouldn’t have existed.

“Grand Master…”

“Master?” Miki asked, overhearing me.

“It’s just something that woman had said. She said that the bandits were an unceasing wave. There can’t be that many bandits out here. The numbers required would have to be 10,000, but I suspect there are only around 1000 bandits. They’re just being resurrected extremely quickly, to the point where they can rejoin battles before they were even finished.”

“B-but… if you die and your body is remade, then there is weakness, it takes days to recover.”

“True…”

In reality, I didn’t have any proof of this except two bodies disappearing too quickly. However, Bandits were just people who wanted wealth. They weren’t soldiers. They wouldn’t do large-scale wars, not usually. They definitely wouldn’t sacrifice their lives if they didn’t feel it was guaranteed. A soldier might have faith in their general, love of their country, and the support of their comrades. I couldn’t believe bandits could be held together the same way. It was definitely suspicious. I needed to talk to that Grand Master again. I felt like he might know something.