A Devil In the Dungeon [Youjo Senki/Danmachi]

[Sadguychet]

First Step of Many

After a restless sleep plagued by dreams of death – specifically her own – the next morning found Tanya sitting at a small table in the back corner of the Hostess of Fertility. The tables around her were mostly empty apart from the few patrons willing to be up and about this early, which suited her just fine.

A cup of steaming coffee sat in front of her, alongside a stack of books borrowed from the library that had finally reopened its doors. She was endlessly thankful that this world had access to such a drink. Even moreso that the beans in this particular establishment were of exceptionally high quality.

She took a sip from her beverage, turning to the next page in the especially thick tome she was reading. The books she had acquired were a mix of legal codices, history books, current Guild regulations, and a surprisingly comprehensive guide to the Dungeon's known ecosystem. Tanya had been reading since dawn, her blue eyes scanning page after page with the thoroughness of a student cramming for a final exam.

One hundred thousand Valis in thirty days. A breakneck pace by any standard, and one that didn't really leave her many options when it came to the field of employment. Even if one disregarded her age, she very much doubted she'd find a position that both suited her, and paid enough to work through the debt, in any reasonable amount of time as far as her debt was concerned.

Twofold, if her prospective employers learned why she was seeking employment in the first place, that may well throw a rather large wrench into the mix.

No. From what she had gathered so far, her best options didn't lie within the city, but below it.

She turned the page of the guild regulations, her finger tracing the text. The legal framework of Orario was refreshingly straightforward. Adventuring was regulated but not restrictive. Any individual could register with the Guild, provided they were of age or, in the case of orphans, possessed the means to support themselves. No Familia affiliation was legally required for basic Dungeon access, though the text strongly recommended joining one for 'safety and guidance.'

"Guidance," Tanya muttered, flipping to the next section. "Yes, I'm certain the gods have my best interests at heart."

The most important part of the text came a little ways into the third chapter, describing adventuring and the rules involved in undertaking such a task. According to Guild law, there was no prohibition against entering the Dungeon alone. The practice was certainly discouraged, as death rates among solo adventurers were significantly higher than those in parties, but it was not illegal. The Guild simply required registration, a waiver of liability, and a small processing fee.

"I can work with this," Tanya murmured, pulling a blank page from the leather-bound journal she'd scavenged. She began jotting notes, transcribing the text and page number for later reference. "Register with the Guild. Secure hunting grounds in the upper floors. Minimize overhead by avoiding party fees and Familia tithes."

She paused, tapping the pencil against her lips.

The biggest issue, of course, was the admittedly abysmal state of her adventuring capabilities. Her stint in the Dungeon had been harrowing, and though that could be somewhat mitigated by proper preparation, it didn't change the fact that her computation orb was damaged beyond repair, her ammunition was limited, and her prepubescent body was not exactly optimal for sustained combat.

The Falna system the locals spoke of might bridge that gap, but accepting a divine blessing was out of the question. She'd rather die first. Again.

"Excuse me?"

Tanya looked up to find a young woman standing beside her table, a pot of fresh in hand. She was slight of build with gray hair that fell in waves past her shoulders, and large, expressive eyes that regarded Tanya openly. She was dressed in a waitress uniform with a nametag worn plainly on her breast reading 'Syr'

"Your cup is empty," the woman said, gesturing with the pot. "Would you like a refill?"

Tanya glanced at her cup, noting that she had indeed drained it dry sometime in the last hour. "Please."

The woman poured her a fresh cup of rich caffeine, but didn't leave immediately, her gaze drifting to the stack of books on the table.

"You've been reading since the kitchen opened," she observed, her but inquisitive. "Researching something important?"

Tanya saw no reason deflect. The woman was simply making conversation, and information flowed both directions in a tavern.

"My current financial situation," Tanya said, tapping the open time with the erase of her pencil. "I'm in an unfortunate amount of debt, and I'm assessing my options for repayment."

The woman's expression shifted to one of sympathy. "Debt can be difficult. How much is it?"

"One hundred thousand Valis," Tanya said. "To be paid within the month."

The woman's eyes widened, the coffee pot nearly slipping from her fingers. "One hundred? B-but you're so young! How did you manage to accrue that much debt?"

"Well, it certainly wasn't inherited," Tanya explained, her tone clinical. "I collapsed after climbing out of the Dungeon and, being the good samaritans that they are, the Apollo Familia used some of their own supplies and took the time out of their day to make sure I was healed up nice and soundly."

The woman's brow furrowed, "That's nice of them. But it doesn't explain why you're in so much debt."

"Well, they expect repayment of course," Tanya smiled thinly, "Both for services rendered and opportunities lost. It seems they had planned an expedition that my injuries waylaid for the time being."

Tanya turned back to her book, "They extended an offer to join their Familia and work off the debt through service. A classic arrangement, I'm told. Practically charitable, if one doesn't examine the particulars too closely."

Syr set the coffee pot down on the table, sliding into the seat across from Tanya without asking permission, her expression shifting from sympathy to something closer to indignation. "That's not charity. That's coercing people into joining them."

"Is it?" Tanya tilted her head, gesturing with her pencil. "From their perspective, they provided life-saving medical intervention to an unknown individual with no collateral and no established credit. Assuming the risk of non-payment is hardly unreasonable. The opportunity to convert that debt into loyal labor is simply good business."

Syr's cheeks puffed out slightly, her brow knitting together. It was an oddly expressive face, Tanya noted. Every emotion seemed to play across her features without a filter. "It's still wrong. They're taking advantage of people when they're at their most vulnerable."

"Most business models rely on leverage," Tanya said simply. "This one is simply more direct than most."

She turned back to her notes, scratching a figure onto the page. "Regardless, I have no intention of accepting their terms. For one, indentured servitude lacks the stability of traditional employment, and I prefer to maintain control over my own career trajectory."

The less said about who she would be serving, the better. Tanya's research hadn't just delved into the economics of this new world. She had also taken the time to familiarize herself with its religious landscape, and what she had found was deeply troubling.

The gods of Orario were not distant, abstract entities requiring faith to believe in. They were tangible, walking among mortals in the flesh, living in extravagant compounds, and personally selecting followers to bless with supernatural abilities. They held festivals, conducted business, and – on rare occasions – even engaged in romantic trysts with their own Familia members.

It was a theocracy disguised as a meritocracy. Every meaningful institution in Orario bore the fingerprints of some deity or another. The Hephaestus Familia controlled the majority of high-quality weapon production. The Loki Familia counted among the most powerful exploration forces in the city. Even the Guild itself, ostensibly neutral, had been founded by a god.

And the common people? They prayed openly, attended festivals without irony, and spoke of their patron deities with genuine reverence rather than the performative piety Tanya had observed in her previous world.

Atheism and agnosticism were virtually nonexistent here. Why wouldn't they be? The gods answered prayers with measurable results. They bestowed blessings that could be quantified in statistics and combat performance. Faith wasn't required when evidence was abundant.

Tanya had to admit, it was a brilliant trap.

Being X had crafted a world where his existence, and that of entities like him, was irrefutable. Where the very concept of disbelief in gods was akin to denying the existence of the sun. There was no room for skepticism when the supernatural sat at the table beside you and ordered lunch.

Which meant that Tanya's particular brand of theological dissent would be viewed as madness at best, or blasphemy at worst.

She had read enough to know that the gods of Orario were not universally benevolent. A mortal who openly rejected their existence or denounced them as frauds would quickly find themselves a target. Not for something as rash as execution, perhaps, but definitely for attention.

Tanya had long since learned that the attention of any being who touted themselves as above the mortals around them was never a blessing.

Syr studied her for a moment, her large eyes searching Tanya's face. Whatever she found there seemed to trouble her, though Tanya couldn't imagine why.

"Well," Syr said finally, standing and retrieving the coffee pot. "If you need anything, just let us know. Mama Mia likes to take care of her guests, and I hope you find a way to pay off your debt."

She departed with a gentle smile, leaving Tanya alone with her books and her thoughts.

The girl turned back to her research, flipping to a section on the Dungeon's upper floors. If she was going to hunt monsters for profit, she needed to know what she was facing.

One month. One hundred thousand Valis. All she had to do was maintain a low profile, avoid antagonizing any major Familia unnecessarily, and keep her theological opinions firmly to herself.

She could manage that much.

~~~

After a few more hours of study, Tanya decided she had done enough cramming for one evening and placed the books in her room. She ate lunch in her room, did another equipment check, then slipped out of the front doors of the Hostess of Fertility just as the beginning of the lunch crowd began to roll in..

The midmorning streets were crowded, the foot traffic thick enough that Tanya had to weave between bodies sideways. It shouldn't be difficult to register with the Guild, provided they didn't entertain some fee due to her previous excursion technically being unsanctioned. With luck, she would be able to descend today.

Tanya kept her pace brisk, her eyes forward and head down as her mind ran through the list of tasks she needed to accomplish at the Guild.

Unfortunately, she was far too preoccupied with her thoughts and as she rounded a corner, she nearly collided with someone coming from the opposite direction.

Tanya sidestepped at the last moment, knocking shoulders with the other person instead of sending them sprawling. She opened her mouth to deliver an apology and continue on her way, but the words died in her throat.

The boy standing before her was absolutely drenched in blood, enough that Tanya could do nothing but stare. It soaked him from his hair to the tips of his boots, as if he had stepped into a shower dyed red.

Tanya wasn't the only one staring. The sight drew eyes from every direction. Passersby stopped mid-stride, their conversations dying as they stared at the blood-soaked teenager standing in the middle of the street.

Tanya had seen her fair share of carnage. The trenches of the Rhine had been painted with enough blood to fill a dried up river. She had walked through battlefields where the mud was as red as claw and pieces of both ally and foe hung from barbed wire like macabre decorations.

This sight didn't beat them, but it was certainly a close second.

"Oh, sorry!" the boy said, a bright smile splitting his face despite the gore. His red eyes were clear and alert, with no trace of pain or shock. "I was in a hurry and didn't see you there. Are you okay?"

Tanya stared at him for a long moment, her mind processing the sight. The boy was speaking clearly, moving without hesitation, and showed no signs of the pale, glassy-eyed shock that typically accompanied severe blood loss. The blood wasn't his


"I'm fine," Tanya finally said, taking a step back as a drop of crimson stained the ground in front of her boot. "Though I believe you may have frightened half the street."

The boy blinked, seeming to notice their audience for the first time. His face scrunched in embarrassment, but if he was blushing, Tanya couldn't tell.

"Ah, sorry about that," he said again, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just came from the Dungeon so I haven't really had a chance to clean up. I was going to see my Goddess."

Tanya's eye twitched. Here he was, covered in enough viscera to fill a bathtub, and his first priority was to seek out his god. Either his head was empty, or he was simply clueless.

"Your priorities are your own," Tanya said, stepping aside to let him pass. "I suggest you hurry. The crowd is beginning to attract attention."

The boy's eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn't considered that walking through a public street while looking like a walking crime scene might draw notice. He ducked his head in a quick bow, his white hair flopping forward.

"Right! Thanks, um..."

He trailed off, clearly waiting for a name. Tanya simply raised an eyebrow.

"Have a good day," she said instead.

The boy straightened, his smile returning with full force. "Thanks! I hope you have a good day too!"

And with that, he was gone, disappearing down the street at a near-sprint, leaving a wake of disturbed whispers and wide-eyed stares in his wake.

Tanya watched him go, her expression unreadable.

"Moronic," she murmured.

She turned and continued toward her destination, filing the encounter away in the back of her mind.

A few minutes later, she exited the busy streets to step inside similarly crowded halls of the Guild. Men and women lined up in cues in front of attendance kiosks, waiting to attend to their business. Whatever that may be. Tanya found the shortest line and stepped to the back.

The line moved with a speed that Tanya found frankly refreshing. It was a stark contrast to the sluggish, red-tape-ridden bureaucracy she had often dealt with in her previous lives. It took her only minutes to move half a dozen places, and soon enough, she was next up.

When she stepped up to the kiosk however, found herself staring at a woman who was, oddly enough, not looking at her.

The woman was only marginally taller than Tanya herself, possessing a stocky, solid build that suggested she could wrestle a grown man into submission without breaking a sweat. She had tan skin, dark hair cut into a angled bob, and wore the standard Guild attendant uniform that looked ready to burst at the seams due to her musculature.

Tanya tilted her head slightly, analyzing the woman's features even as she waited to be acknowledged. The library texts had mentioned the prevalence of demi-humans and the interbreeding between species. The woman was clearly a byproduct of that.

"If you're here to register, please have the proper forms ready," the woman said boredly, her eyes still scanning a document on her desk. "If you're here to exchange magic stones, you need window four."

"I am here for the former," Tanya stated, "Though I'm afraid I don't have any identification."

The woman sighed, a long, rattling sound of profound boredom, and finally looked up. Her dark eyes locked onto Tanya's face, and she blinked.

"You!" the woman barked, slamming her hand down onto the counter.

Tanya stiffened. "I beg your pardon?"

"You're the girl!" the woman exclaimed, once again failing to enlighten Tanya as to what she was talking about. "The one that nearly died out in front of the dungeon!"

Tanya frowned, glancing around as whispers emerged from the people around her. "I didn't realize that the tale had spread so far."

The woman snorted, waving a hand. "Do you have any idea how boring it gets around here? Your name's gonna be on everyone's lips for the next few months unless something more interesting happens."

She stuck out a hand. "Adris Garsana. I was the attendant scheduled to handle your intake yesterday, but wouldn't you know it, nature called at the exact wrong moment. By the time I got back, you were already up and gone."

Tanya looked at the offered hand for a moment before taking it. Adris's grip was firm, calloused, and professional.

"Tanya Degurechaff," she replied. "And I apologize. If I had known there was someone waiting to gawk at me, I would have laid in bed for a few more hours.."

"That woulda just made me feel right shit," Adris laughed, "Anyway, it's good to see you're back on your feet. What brings you back here? Here to beg the Guild for a loan?"

"No," Tanya said, placing her hands on the counter. "I am here to register as an adventurer."

The silence that followed her statement was pronounced. Adris stared at her, one eyebrow slowly climbing toward her hairline.

"Register," Adris repeated, the word falling flat as if she had spoken in a foreign language. She stared at Tanya, then leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Kid, you just crawled out of the Dungeon looking like you went a few rounds with a silverback. You sure you wanna go back?"

"I do," Tanya nodded. "I have already reviewed the Guild's statutes. Solo adventuring is permitted, provided the adventurers register and sign the necessary waivers."

Adris rubbed her temples with a groan. "Legally? Sure. You can walk right back down there and get yourself eaten by a goblin five minutes later, and I'll be forced to fill out the paperwork."

"I managed to survive well enough last time."

"Well enough, she says," Adris snorted, "Look, kid, unless you got inducted into a Familia in the last twenty-four hours, you don't have a Falna, and that means you're weaker than the freshest level one. I'd suggest you take a little bit to think about this and find a god to–"

"I'd prefer to remain without any blessing," Tanya carefully kept the sneer off of her face, "I'll admit I was unprepared last time, but I've done my due diligence and my research. This is the most effective way to pay off my debt."

Adris looked at her for a long moment, her brown eyes searching Tanya's face. Then, she let out a sharp, cynical laugh.

"You've got a problem with the gods," Adris observed, surprising Tanya. "I've seen it before. Usually from people who got burned by a bad Familia, or religious nuts who think the Dungeon is the entrance to the underworld. You're smarter than that though."

"Let's just say I've had bad experiences with their kind and keep it at that," Tanya countered evenly. "I prefer to be left to my own devices as far as my soul is concerned."

"You're going to get yourself killed is what you're going to do," Adris muttered, pulling a thick stack of parchment from beneath the counter. She uncorked an inkwell and grabbed a quill, the feather looking absurdly small in her calloused hand. "Still, I can't stop you. The paperwork says you're of sound mind and body, and you're not a criminal."

Adris tapped the parchment on the counter to straighten it, the sound sharp against the ambient noise of the hall. "Fill this out. Name, age, race. The usual."

Tanya picked up the quill and printed her information with neat, blocky handwriting, the kind born from two lifetimes filling out official documents in triplicate. She was pleased to find that she could answer most of the questions truthfully; it seemed to only cover the bare essentials to the sentience of the one filling it out.

At the bottom of the document was the final field. Familia Affiliation.

Tanya left the space blank.

Adris snatched the parchment, scanned it quickly to ensure the legibility was passable, and then reached for a stamp, slamming it down onto the paper with a heavy thud. Setting it to the side, she then grabbed a small slip of metal from a drawer and slid it across the counter.

"Here," Adris said. "Your adventurer card. Don't lose it. Replacements cost five hundred valis, and I'd rather not add on to that debt of yours."

Tanya took the metal plate between her thumb and forefinger. It was a simple, unadorned piece of metal with her name and age engraved on it, alongside official text denoting its purpose.

"If you're planning on heading down today, you'll want to head to the main entrance," Adris said, jerking a thumb toward the massive tower of stone visible through the high windows. "Babel. I'm sure you've seen it. The entrance is at the base."

"I believe I can find it," Tanya said, slipping the card into her pocket. "Thank you for your help, Adris."

"Yeah, yeah," Adris waved her off, already reaching for the next of forms. "Try not to die in the first five minutes. If my bosses find out I'm the one who gave you that card, they'll get grumpy, and I hate grumpy paperwork."

The more things change… Tanya thought, stepping away from the kiosk and heading for the door.

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[RedHood001]

OOOOOOOOOOH!!

I like this turn because... I don't think I've ever read a Danmachi fanfic where the MC or any character isn't part of a Familia at all. Ryuu doesn't count for obvious reasons, and I don't remember anyone who's not aligned with a god one way and at some point or another.

Tanya being the unique one here feels in-character because she definitely wouldn't accept pledging allegiance to any god in Danmachi, especially this early on after Being X. She COULD change her mind in the future, depending on what happens, but here she should start off on her own.

The thing with Tanya here also has implications that adventurers could register without being in a Familia. It's probably not common because having a Falna makes it easier to progress in any status development, at least compared to having none at all. I'm definitely excited for Tanya's growth and reputation in Orario because I know this is going to make her unique.

Thank you for the wonderful updates!! I hope you're doing well!!

 

[Cataquack Warrior]

So what's Tanya going to do when Apollo decides to keep her even after she pays off the debt? That's when things are going to get hot, methinks.

One thing Tanya might do if it becomes clear that the Apollo familia intends to take her regardlesss, is simply stay in the dungeon. Sure, it's crazy, but there are a few relative safe spots, and since gods can't go down there, it's one way to stay out of their reach.

Also, I think Tanya should have put in some sort of statement like "not applicable" in the Familia Affiliation slot. Because leaving it blank is just asking for corrupt bureaucratic interference, like someone being "helpful" and filling it in with Apollo Familia for her.

 

[Creationist]

OOOOOOOOOOH!!

I like this turn because... I don't think I've ever read a Danmachi fanfic where the MC or any character isn't part of a Familia at all. Ryuu doesn't count for obvious reasons, and I don't remember anyone who's not aligned with a god one way and at some point or another.

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It's because you're basically required to be in a familia to actively venture into the dungeon. Even Ryuu's still part of the Astraea familia.
That's also ignoring the sheer power booster Falna is, which is impossible to acquire or upgrade without a deity.

 

[RedHood001]

It's because you're basically required to be in a familia to actively venture into the dungeon. Even Ryuu's still part of the Astraea familia.
That's also ignoring the sheer power booster Falna is, which is impossible to acquire or upgrade without a deity.

Click to shrink...

I know that it's a requirement since Falna at least provides a boost for adventurers in many ways. That's why I've never seen a fanfic where the character doesn't join any familia is so rare to me. I think I've only read one other Danmachi fic, a crossover as well, but I forgot the name of it.

 

[Fauxtale]

It's because you're basically required to be in a familia to actively venture into the dungeon. Even Ryuu's still part of the Astraea familia.
That's also ignoring the sheer power booster Falna is, which is impossible to acquire or upgrade without a deity.

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I dont think being in a familiar is actually required. It is heavily suggested to be part of one but thats because even a new level one adventurer is captain America compared to your average unblessed. They still die in droves to goblins and kobolds

 

[D.O.A-2100]

I'm not familiar with Danmachi, so I'm curious to how Being X would be perceived compared to the other gods. Not just in power, but morally, from the perspective of mortals and other gods. If there's any justice for Tanya, he would be seen as a hypocritical, corrupt, and abusive god, leaving no wonder as to why Tanya would feel such deep enmity for the divine.

 

[crbox]

Not just in power, but morally, from the perspective of mortals and other gods.

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It'd be the power he's actively throwing around that'd make him stand out rather than anything particularly moral. And not in a good way, or an awe-inspiring way. It'd be the equivalent of going onto a playground with set rules that everybody else sticks to, and then breaking them for the lols/cause he wants to.

Completely disregarding that there are actually punishments for breaking said rules that'd get him kicked out of said playground and back to the office where everybody can throw around just as much if not more weight than him. An office he probably wasn't expecting to end up at given he (probably) doesn't work there, but that's where everybody like him works in this section of the multiverse...

If that makes sense.

 

[ArgoDevilian]

An interesting story. One thing I feel like that would be inevitable though is Tanya joining a Familia.

Thing is, even if she does get out of this Debt, her position only grows worse.

Before, she was just a minor interest that Apollo figured he could get a new pet out of.
If she clears the debt without falna however, that interest skyrockets.

He's going to be a persistent thorn to her. And that's just assuming only Apollo knows about her Debt and lack of Falna. Plenty of Gods would want find her interesting after all this.

She needs to join a Familia, if just for the protection.

And she'll probably also realize that not ever god is an asshole like Being X and Apollo.

In fact, I question what the fuck Being X was thinking. Even in the best case scenario - Tanya joins a familia, becomes a sort of religious person for her God - that wouldnt change her view of Being X being a petulant child with a god complex.

At best, she'll learn that there are good Gods, like Hestia and Ouranos, and there are asshole gods, like Being X and Freya.

And all the good gods, hell even some of the asshole gods, would agree that Being X is just being a little shit.

its like an unspoken rule that if the Gods want to interfere with the World, they need to Descend and seal their Arcanum.
Being X would never fucking do that. hell, it wouldnt surprise me if he tries to do that body takeover thing on one of the Gods, because he's that much of an asshole.

 

[KingNecron101]

I am a bit confused on how she is going to be able to do anything. Maybe if her computational orb was still intact, but as is and with the debt over her shoulders I can't imagine Falnaless being a actually possible route.

 

[Sadguychet]

Delving

Tanya's first willing foray into the Dungeon was already shaping up to be a much more pleasant experience than her desperate dash to safety.

Tanya regarded the monster charging toward her with narrowed eyes. A quick flick of her wrist as it got into range, and the goblin dropped to the ground, choking on its own blood as its mangled weapon slipped from its fingers.

Tanya watched it writhe for a moment, her knife dripping onto the stone floor of the Dungeon. The creature's hands clawed weakly at the wound in its neck, its beady eyes rolling back in its skull as it gasped for air that would never come. Stepping forward, she ended its suffering with a firm stomp to the neck, feeling the vertebrae crunch beneath her boot.

"Much easier," Tanya murmured, crouching beside the dissolving corpse to retrieve the magic stone. "It's remarkable how easy it is to deal with these things when one isn't fighting for their life."

The stone wasn't very big and shined dimly under the light of the cavern. Tanya examined it for a moment before dropping it into her pouch with the others.

She had killed six creatures just like it so far. Six corpses, six stones, and not a single scratch on her person. So far, she hadn't even been grazed.

Preparation, she decided, made all the difference. She had spent a great deal of time researching the monsters she might find on these upper floors, as well as those she had come across on the ones below. Her efforts had clearly borne fruit.

Tanya moved forward, her boots making soft sounds against the stone. The Dungeon's upper floors were a labyrinth of corridors and caverns, lit by luminescent moss that clung to the walls in patches. The light was dim but serviceable, and she had already mapped out a route that avoided the more heavily trafficked areas.

Her knife sat comfortably in her grip. It wasn't her preferred weapon, but she was not going to use her Luger unless she absolutely couldn't help it, and not just out of mercy for her eardrums. Her ammunition was finite. She couldn't exactly requisition more 9mm rounds in a world that had never heard of Parabellum cartridges.

A sound echoed from somewhere to her left. Tanya pressed herself against the wall, slowing her breathing as she listened. The skittering of claws against stone, the guttural chittering that marked goblin communication. A patrol, perhaps, or a hunting party.

She counted the noises. Three, maybe four. Manageable if she was careful.

Tanya crept forward, keeping her footsteps light. The corridor bent ahead, and she used the angle to peer around the corner without exposing herself. The goblins were huddled around something on the ground—a corpse, from the look of it. They were preoccupied, their attention focused on their meal.

The first goblin died without ever knowing she was there. Tanya's knife found the base of its skull, severing the spinal cord and dropping it instantly. The second turned at the sound of the body falling, but by then Tanya was already moving, her blade slashing across its throat in a spray of blood that thankfully mostly missed her.

The third and fourth reacted with the predictable panic of ambush victims. One fled, scrambling to its feet and running down the corridor in a desperate attempt to escape, while the other charged, brandishing a crude club and a screech of rage.

Tanya sidestepped the charge, lashing out as it ran by her. Her knife found the goblin's heart, and she twisted before yanking it free. The creature dropped, twitching and smoking.

The fourth goblin had made it to the ceiling, clinging to the stone with wiry limbs as it screeched for help. Tanya considered her options. She could let it go—it would warn others, potentially draw more enemies, but she could simply leave the area before they arrived. Or she could pursue, risking being led into a trap.

Neither option was optimal.

Instead, Tanya breathed and reached deep within herself.

Magic in this world was different. In her previous life, it had been more akin to science, answering to formulas as opposed to feelings. Her computation orb had served as the crucible in which raw mana was refined into usable spells, and without it, complex casting was essentially impossible. The formula for a simple optical spell might exist in her mind, but without the hardware to process it, the mana remained mostly inert.

Here, however, the rules had changed.

Tanya had spent her evenings at the Hostess of Fertility experimenting in the privacy of her room and what she had discovered was both surprising and deeply intriguing. Her magic in this world was more malleable or at the very least responsive. Though she still needed to set the rules that her magic would follow, the equations had been… dumbed down, for lack of a better phrase.

It was still difficult, certainly. Like learning to write with one's non-dominant hand after lifetimes of using the other. But it was possible, if only for a moment or two.

Tanya raised her hand toward the fleeing goblin. She visualized the formula in her mind, the complex equation that was usually handled by her Type 95 doing the grunt work instead of her brain. A second passed, and then two, before her mana responded, pooling in her palm with a warmth that was familiar yet foreign.

The goblin turned, as if to check if she was pursuing, or perhaps it had felt the surge of magic. Either way, that decision cost it dearly.

A green glow suffused the edge of Tanya's knife before shooting outwards as if it had been shot from a cannon. Tanya flicked her wrist as it sped past the goblin, and the creature shrieked as her magic caught it along its back.

Tanya prided herself in keeping her knife as sharp as it needed to be. Her mana blade was even sharper. Magic wasn't bound by the limits of metal, and it would be fair to say the edge of her attack had more in common with a strand of hair rather than the razor that was used to cut them.

The goblin let out a gurgled cry as its body fell to the ground in two separate halves, bisected along the waist. Tanya's spell, for its part, lasted just long enough to get the job done before wavering violently and dispersing. Tanya frowned as the fatigue set in immediately. Though magic was easier achieved, it seemed that the trade-off was a drain far greater than she was used to. Hopefully it could be mitigated with practice.

The rest of the morning passed in a similar vein. Tanya established a rhythm: find a corridor, carefully clear the monsters, harvest the stones, move on. The Dungeon's upper floors were teeming with the creatures, and while individually they posed little threat, their numbers made them a consistent source of income. Each stone wasn't worth much—perhaps a hundred Valis if she was being generous—but the volume added up.

She was not alone in her efforts. Other adventurers passed her by occasionally, parties of two or three who moved with a variety of confidence through the upper floors. They would nod in her direction and then proceed to clear out tunnels before she could reach them. It was mildly irritating, but Tanya understood the nature of the workplace. The Dungeon was bountiful, but not infinite. Competition was inevitable.

Still, the Dungeon was, in essence, a self-sustaining resource extraction operation. The monsters were the product, and they regenerated at a rate that allowed for continuous harvesting. It was the kind of system that would make any industrialist weep with envy, and Tanya certainly wasn't going to complain.

By early afternoon, her pouch had grown heavy. The weight of the stones pulled at her hip, and she could feel the strain in her lower back from the constant crouching. Her knife was slick with residue that she hadn't had time to properly clean, and her cuirass bore a new scrape from a kobold that had managed to land a glancing blow.

Even so, it was a profitable day, all things considered. She didn't know quite enough about the exchange rate to estimate her haul, but the weight of her pouch spoke for itself.

She was considering packing up for the day when voices echoed through the corridor—human. Another pack of adventurers was just ahead, heading in her direction.

Seeing no reason to hide herself, Tanya rounded the corner and found herself face-to-face with a group of three. They were dressed in a mix of leather and metal and bore the emblem of a wine chalice on their breastplates. Their equipment was well-maintained but showed signs of wear, the kind that spoke of regular use rather than neglect.

The party consisted of two men and a woman. The taller of the men had a spear slung across his back, while his shorter companion carried a shortsword at his hip. The woman, who appeared to be the leader based on her position at the head, had a rapier at her side and an expression of mild surprise as she saw Tanya round the corner.

"Well lookie here," the woman said, her eyes scanning Tanya's form with an appraising look. "Didn't expect to see anyone this out of the way on the third floor. Are you by yourself, kid?"

Tanya kept her face blank, though her eyes narrowed a bit. Though the Dungeon was ostensibly the enemy of all adventurers, that didn't mean that humanity wouldn't still do what it did best. Give a man a knife and there's a chance he'll use it to take what isn't his.

Deep below ground, surrounded by monsters and dangerous terrain, "accidents" were bound to happen. It wasn't common, but it certainly wasn't rare enough to remain ignorant of the dangers. Tanya would be best served keeping her solo status to herself for now.

"I just wandered a bit from my party," Tanya nodded curtly. "I'm making my way back to them. We have a spot to meet up nearby."

When in such a situation, it was always prudent to ensure the other party believed that you would be missed. Tanya had made it appear as if she was expected to rendezvous with her party soon and dissuaded this group from preventing her from doing so.

Whether or not they picked up on her subtle threat wasn't easy to tell. A snort came from the shorter man. "And you're taking the time to loot? You're pretty thrifty."

"I prefer to think of myself as a pragmatist," Tanya said evenly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my destination lies past you. I wouldn't advise going the way I came anyway. There's not much there anymore."

She moved to step around them, but the woman shifted to block her path. The motion was casual, almost friendly, but Tanya immediately tensed.

"Wait a moment," the woman said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "That armor you're wearing looks familiar. Where did you get it?"

Tanya's mind flashed back to the dead adventurer, his face caved in from whatever had killed him, his armor still serviceable if battered. She should have guessed that he might have friends who would realize she was wearing a dead man's clothes.

Tanya's fingers twitched around her knife. "I found it. Why do you ask?"

The woman's eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer. The two men flanked her, their postures shifting from casual to something more alert at their leader's movement. "That armor belongs to a member of our Familia. He went down into the Dungeon a few days ago."

Tanya filed away the timeline. A few days. That aligned with her own arrival in this world, and with the state of the body she had found. The corpse had been fresh, or close to it.

"I see," Tanya said, keeping her voice neutral. "Then I'm afraid I have unfortunate news for you. I found the armor on a body a few floors below us. The individual in question was already deceased when I came across them."

The woman's expression flickered—not with grief, but with something that looked closer to irritation. "Henry's dead?"

"Quite thoroughly, I'm afraid. Something had caved in his skull. Likely a kobold or something similar, given I found a rather large group of them relatively close by."

"Damn it," the shorter man muttered. "That idiot. We told him not to go down alone."

"Told him," the taller one agreed, shaking his head. "Multiple times."

Tanya observed their reactions. There was sadness, certainly, but it was muted and overshadowed by something else. Frustration, perhaps, or disappointment.

The woman crossed her arms over her chest, her rapier swaying at her hip. "Well, that complicates things. Henry's gear was worth a decent amount. The Guild would have given us the rights to it if we found him, but now you've gone and claimed it."

"I wasn't aware that the dead retained property rights in Orario," Tanya said. "My understanding was that salvage was subject to a finder's claim."

"Salvage?" The woman laughed, though it carried no humor. "That's a generous term for looting a corpse."

"Perhaps, but I prefer to think of it as efficient resource allocation," Tanya replied. "The previous owner had no further use for it, and I had immediate need."

The shorter man scowled, his hand drifting toward his shortsword. "You've got a lot of nerve, kid. That armor is Soma Familia property. You're walking around wearing gear that one of our own bled in."

"And I am grateful for its protection," Tanya said, her voice still calm. "Should you wish to negotiate its return, I am open to discussing fair compensation for the service it has rendered me. However, I would remind you that I am under no legal obligation to surrender it if I find your offer distasteful."

The woman's smile turned sharp. "You really got a mouth on you, kid. A lot of things happen in these tunnels that the Guild never hears about. Maybe you start rethinking what you're doing before it lands you in a heap of trouble."

Tanya's eyes narrowed at the threat. She could fight them. Her knife was still drawn, and she had enough mana for perhaps two more of her spells before exhaustion set in. Three against one was poor odds, but she had faced worse.

However, before she could move further upon that train of thought, the shadows in the corridor began to shift.

Tanya heard it first—the skittering of claws against stone and the guttural chittering of goblinkind, and she sighed.

"You might want to postpone this conversation," Tanya said, her grip tightening on her knife as she caught sight of shadows moving behind the group. "We have company."

The woman turned, her rapier clearing its sheath in a single fluid motion. The two men followed suit, their weapons raised as the first goblins emerged from the darkness behind them.

There were more than Tanya had anticipated. A dozen at least, their beady eyes gleaming with hunger as they poured into the corridor.

But they weren't the only threat to be faced. Tanya turned as she heard a noise behind her–almost drowned out by the goblins' cacophonous cries–and cursed.

The creatures were taller than goblins, their bodies lean and sinewy beneath armor-like plating. Their arms ended in wicked claws that gleamed like polished steel, and their faces were devoid of any feature except for hollow, empty eyes. They moved with an eerie silence, their forms blurring at the edges as they drifted forward.

War Shadows.

"Shit," the taller man hissed. "War Shadows this high up? That's not normal."

"Neither are this many goblins," the woman said, her voice tight. "They must have migrated up from the lower levels."

The goblins surged forward, and the Soma Familia members moved to meet them. The woman's rapier flashed in the dim light as she cut down the first one as it leapt toward her. The two men followed her lead, the spearman thrusting his weapon to keep them at bay while the shorter one's shortsword carved bloody arcs through the many who slipped through.

Tanya backed away, positioning herself against the wall as she assessed the battlefield. The goblins were manageable in small groups, but a horde of this size required coordination that she simply didn't have with the present group. The War Shadows, however, were a different matter.

One of the creatures drifted toward her, its claws extended. It moved with an unsettling grace, its form seeming to phase between solid and ethereal. Tanya had read about them in the library. War Shadows were known for their speed and their razor-sharp claws, which could cut through armor as if it were paper.

The Soma Familia members were already engaged with the goblin horde, their attention fully occupied by the swarming creatures. The second War Shadow was circling around the flank, preparing to strike at the woman's exposed back.

"Behind you!" Tanya called out.

The woman spun just in time to parry the War Shadow's claws, her rapier catching the blow with a screech of metal. But the creature was fast, and its second strike caught the spearman across his arm. He howled in pain, his weapon clattering to the ground as blood sprayed across the stone.

Realizing that this may be too much for the group and not fancying her chances alone if they were to die, Tanya pushed off the wall and sprinted toward the injured War Shadow, her knife held low. The creature turned at her approach, its hollow eyes fixing on her with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. It raised its claws, preparing to strike, and Tanya slid beneath its guard, her knife carving a line across its midsection.

The War Shadow shrieked, a sound like grinding metal, and stumbled back. The wound wasn't deep enough to kill, but it was enough to draw its attention away from the spearman. Tanya rolled to her feet, putting distance between herself and the creature as it recovered.

"Focus on the goblins!" she shouted to the Soma Familia members. "I'll handle the War Shadows!"

The woman hesitated for a fraction of a second, her eyes meeting Tanya's. Then she nodded, turning back to the horde with her rapier raised. "Let her distract those two! We'll deal with this lot!"

Tanya didn't wait for acknowledgment. She was already moving, her mind racing as the first War Shadow recovered and lunged toward her.

It came at her with claws extended, its lanky body shivering with anticipation. Tanya ducked beneath the first swipe, feeling the displaced air ruffle her hair as the claws passed inches above her head.

She countered with an upward slash, but it jerked its body out of the way just in time, leaving her knife to scrape a shallow wound instead of the gash she intended. The creature barely seemed to notice the cut, its hollow eyes fixed on her as it reared back for another strike.

Tanya twisted away, her boots skidding on the stone as she put distance between herself and the monster. It screeched at her, a cry clearly meant to intimidate and make her pause. Unfortunately, it gave her just enough time to formulate a magical equation in her mind.

The air around her knife shimmered as she poured the energy into the blade, extending its edge with a ghostly green glow. The War Shadow lunged, and Tanya swiped her hand through the air like she was conducting a full orchestral score.

Her enhanced blade caught the creature's claws mid-swing, slicing all three of them off in one fell swoop. The monster shrieked, abandoning its charge in favor of nursing its wound, and as it stumbled off-balance, Tanya lunged forward and drove the blade into its chest.

The War Shadow shrieked and clawed at her. Tanya wrenched her knife free and dove to the side, feeling the tips of its claws rake across her cuirass. The metal held, but she could feel the impact in her ribs. If she hadn't been wearing it, she would have been shredded.

She rolled to her feet and pressed the attack before the creature could recover. Two quick strikes to the same wound she had already opened, each one carving deeper into its chest. The War Shadow staggered, its movements becoming sluggish as dark ichor seeped from the gashes, and Tanya twisted, lashing out with her blade.

The monster's head detached from its shoulders in spectacular fashion, rolling across the floor a ways down the corridor.

The body dissolved into ash before it hit the ground, leaving behind only a magic stone that clattered against the stone floor. Tanya scooped it up without breaking stride, already turning toward the second War Shadow.

It was circling the Soma Familia members, looking for an opening in their formation. The goblins had been thinned out significantly, but there were still enough to keep the group occupied. The taller man, the spearman, was clutching his wounded arm and trying to stay out of the fray.

The second War Shadow saw her coming and abandoned its circling. It surged toward her, faster than its companion had been. Tanya barely had time to raise her knife before it was on her, claws flashing in the dim light.

She deflected the first strike. The second caught her across the thigh, slicing through her flight suit and into the flesh beneath. Pain flared, and she hissed through her teeth as she stumbled backward.

The creature pressed its advantage. Another swipe, this one aimed at her throat. Tanya threw herself to the side, her shoulder hitting the stone wall hard. Her knife hand came up on instinct, catching the War Shadow's claws on her blade.

It was a testament to imperial craftsmanship that the blade didn't shatter immediately, but the impact still sent a jolt through her arm that made her fingers spasm. Her knife nearly slipped from her grip.

"Please just die," she snarled, pouring more mana into the blade.

The green glow intensified, and with a surge of effort, she pushed the War Shadow back. It stumbled, and Tanya seized the opening. She lunged forward, driving her knife into the creature's "throat" and carving downward in a brutal slash that opened it from neck to navel.

The War Shadow collapsed in a heap. Tanya stood over it, breathing hard, her knife dripping with ichor that slowly evaporated into wisps of dark smoke.

The spell flickered and died and the fatigue set in immediately. Her limbs felt a bit heavier than usual and a dull ache was setting in behind her eyes. She had pushed her magic further than she had intended, and the cost was making itself known.

But there was no time to rest. The goblin horde had been reduced to a handful of stragglers, and the Soma Familia members were mopping them up. All except for the spearman, who was still clutching his wounded arm and looking pale.

A goblin broke free from the melee, its beady eyes fixing on the injured man. It raised its club, preparing to bring it down on his skull—

Tanya's knife took it in the back.

The goblin shrieked and crumpled, dissolving into ash before it hit the ground. The spearman stared at her with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing without sound.

"Those who remain still in an active melee are usually the first to die," Tanya said, retrieving her knife from the dissipating corpse. "Do remember that for next time."

The last of the goblins fell to the leader's rapier, and silence descended over the corridor. Tanya took a moment to catch her breath, her hand pressing against the wound on her thigh. It wasn't deep, but it stung. She'd check it more thoroughly once she was safe above.

She moved to collect the magic stones from the War Shadows she had felled, dropping them into her pouch with the others. The stones were larger than the goblin stones and pulsed with a faint inner light. Worth significantly more, if her research was accurate.

"I'll be taking these," she said, holding up the stones. "You can have the others."

"Like hell you are."

Azalea stepped forward, her rapier still drawn. Her eyes were hard, her jaw set in a stubborn line. "You're wearing gear that belongs to our Familia, and now you're claiming stones from monsters that attacked us?"

"Monsters that I killed," Tanya corrected, her voice flat. "Your party was occupied with the goblins. I can't imagine you would have fared better fighting on two fronts."

"Azalea, come on." The shorter man sheathed his shortsword, his expression weary. "She saved Darris's life. And she took down two War Shadows by herself. That's not nothing."

"We would have taken them too," Azalea snapped. "We killed the lot; those stones should belong to us."

"The stones belong to whoever killed the monsters," Tanya said, her grip on her knife tightening. "That is Guild law. If you wish to dispute it, you are welcome to file a formal complaint with the administration. I'm certain they will be fascinated to hear how you attempted to extort a solo adventurer in the Dungeon."

Azalea's face twisted with anger, and for a moment Tanya thought she might actually attack. The woman's rapier was still in her hand, and her stance had shifted to something more aggressive.

"Azalea." The shorter man's voice was wary. "She used some kind of skill to kill those War Shadows. Did you see it? That green glow? I've never seen anything like it."

"A skill doesn't change the fact that she's—"

"It changes the fact that she could probably kill us if she wanted to," the man interrupted. "She took down two War Shadows by herself. While we were struggling with goblins. Think about that for a second."

Azalea hesitated. Her eyes flicked to Tanya's knife, still drawn and still faintly stained with monster blood.

Finally, she let out a sharp breath and sheathed her rapier. "Fine. Keep the stones. But this isn't over, girl. You're walking around in gear that belongs to the Soma Familia, and sooner or later, someone's going to collect on that debt."

"You can get in line behind everyone else," Tanya said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have wounds to attend to."

She turned and walked away, not allowing herself to limp until she was certain she was out of sight.

~~~

The trek to the surface proceeded without anything eventful occurring. One or two more monsters slain and Tanya was once again at the gates of Babel, her pockets much heavier than before.

Taking her haul to the Guild, she walked away seven thousand Valis richer after the fees were processed. A good haul, thanks mostly due to the War Shadows' much more valuable monster stones.

One day of hunting had yielded nearly ten percent of her total debt. If she could maintain that pace, she would be debt-free in a fortnight.

Unlikely, of course. The War Shadows had been an unexpected boon, and their stones had inflated her earnings significantly. She couldn't count on such luck every day, but it was progress.

And progress, Tanya reflected as she climbed the stairs to her room at the Hostess of Fertility, was all she could ask for.

She closed the door behind her and began to disrobe. The wound on her thigh throbbed, but it had already begun to clot. She would clean it and bandage it, preferably in the bath. A nice soak and a hot meal would do wonders for her haggard state before she went to bed.

Tomorrow, she would do it again. And the day after that. And the day after that. One hundred thousand Valis. One month.

Tanya glanced at the nearby wall where a painting hung, the picture of a beautiful woman painted upon the canvas. A thin smile spread across her face.

"Perhaps not quite as daunting as you imagined, is it, Being X?"

The painting remained silent, and Tanya scoffed stripping off her cuirass and moving to the suit underneath.

As she turned away, the eyes of the painted woman narrowed with malicious intent.

 

[Sadguychet]

Dinner with a Debtor

One week into her new life in Orario, Tanya found herself standing in the middle of a weapons shop, contemplating a shelf of sharpened steel.

The dungeon was a dangerous place. This was a fact that she had become intimately acquainted with over the past seven days. Her borrowed equipment had served her well enough in the upper floors, but it was beginning to wear. The cuirass was dented and battered and she was beginning to worry that the defense it offered was falling behind the weight it produced upon her shoulders. Furthermore, while her knife was adequate, it was meant to be a fallback weapon, hardly meant for the rigors she was putting it through.

If she wished to maintain her current pace without endangering herself beyond reason, she would need to acquire more adequate supplies.

To that end, Tanya had set aside a small sum from her earnings. The exact figure had been carefully calculated, enough to purchase serviceable equipment without biting into her margins or risking her ability to pay off her debt. Every Valis spent was a Valis that wasn't going toward her freedom, but dying in the dungeon would be even more costly in the long run.

She had spent the better part of the morning browsing the various weapons shops, searching for something that wouldn't break the proverbial bank. The selection was vast, ranging from high-quality steel that cost more than her entire debt, to rusted scraps that would likely shatter on first contact with a monster.

Tanya had narrowed her options down to two.

The first was a straight sword with a simple cross guard. The blade showed signs of wear, with a manageable amount of rust that could be cleaned off with proper maintenance. It was a serviceable weapon, or at least it would be once she serviced it. However, the blade was short, and she was in the throes of puberty and still growing. She would outgrow it rather quickly, and purchasing a weapon that would need replacing in a matter of months was poor resource management.

The second option was a saber with a half-moon guard. The blade was unadorned and unengraved, lacking the ornamental flourishes that seemed to drive up the price of other weapons in the shop. That said, she was looking for functionality over beauty, and it was honestly quite well-made when compared to the others sitting on the shelves. The only downside was the hilt, which allowed space for only a single hand. Other than that, it was a perfectly fine weapon.

Tanya glanced down, reading the price tag. Fifteen thousand Valis. A bit steep for her blood, but easily haggled down with a few of the right words.

Tanya took the saber off the shelf and brought it up to the counter. The shopkeeper, a stocky man with a thick beard and hands that looked capable of crushing stones, looked up from his ledger.

His eyes, dark and beady beneath a shelf of brow, flicked between Tanya and the weapons she had been examining for the past quarter hour.

"You've been staring at those two for a while," he observed, voice grating. "You planning to buy something, or just window shopping?"

Tanya straightened, her hand still resting on the saber's hilt. "I'm giving my selection the thought it deserves. It wouldn't do to entrust my life to poor quality armaments."

The shopkeeper's eyes narrowed. "Nothing here is poor quality, kid. You want something that'll kill goblins, I've got it. You want something to wave around to your friends and make you look all tough, go somewhere else."

Tanya frowned slightly. The man's bluntness was refreshing, in a way. No false promises of grandeur, no inflated claims about the weapons' pedigree. Just the bare facts, delivered with the subtlety of a brick through a window.

"I'll take the saber," she decided. "I will require a scabbard as well."

"Scabbards are extra," the shopkeeper said, already reaching beneath the counter. "Another five hundred. You want it fitted to your hip or your back?"

"Hip. I prefer my weapon accessible rather than theatrical."

He grunted in acknowledgment and produced a simple leather sheath from beneath the counter. It was worn but clearly well-made, the stitching intact and the leather supple enough to not crack when drawn. Tanya inspected it briefly before nodding her acceptance.

"Fifteen thousand five hundred," the shopkeeper said, scratching the figure onto a scrap of parchment. "You paying in stones or coin?"

Tanya held up a hand. "Hold a moment, let us discuss the price."

The shopkeeper's expression shifted, amusement flickering across his weathered features. "You want to haggle? You look like you just crawled out of the orphanage, kid. What do you know about pricing weapons?"

"Enough to know that fifteen thousand is excessive for a blade of this quality," Tanya replied, turning the saber so that the light caught the edge. "The steel is decent, I'll grant you, but the balance is slightly off. The weight distribution favors the tip, which suggests it was forged by someone who prioritized reach over maneuverability. A common mistake in amateur weapons."

The shopkeeper's amusement faded, replaced by something closer to grudging interest. "You've got a sharp eye."

"I've had experience with blades," Tanya said, which was technically true. "The hilt wrapping is also starting to fray at the edges. Nothing a bit of leather work won't fix, but it indicates the weapon has seen use. It's not new, is it?"

"Consignment piece," the shopkeeper admitted. "Adventurer needed quick coin, sold it to me last week. I cleaned it up, sharpened the edge, but you're right that it's not fresh from the forge."

"Then fifteen thousand is unreasonable for a secondhand weapon," Tanya said, setting the saber on the counter. "Twelve thousand. That's fair for both of us."

The shopkeeper crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Thirteen five. I've got overhead to consider and it's still a good piece. Rent doesn't pay itself."

"Twelve five," Tanya countered. "And I'll take the scabbard for free. I doubt many would look close enough at this sword to consider actually buying it. It'll just continue to take up space unless I take it off your hands."

The man snorted, but there was a glint of respect in his eyes now. "You drive a hard bargain for someone who barely comes up to my counter." He studied her for a long moment, then shrugged. "Fine. Twelve five for the saber, but the scabbard's another three hundred. Final offer."

Tanya considered pushing further, but recognized the tone in his voice. He had reached his floor, and pressing the issue would only sour the transaction. "More than reasonable, thank you."

The shopkeeper wrapped the saber in a length of worn cloth and tied it with a bit of twine. Meanwhile, Tanya counted out the coins from her pouch, twelve thousand, eight hundred in various denominations, and slid them across the counter.

The man swept them into his palm and began counting, his lips moving silently as he verified the total. Satisfied, he dropped the coins into a strongbox beneath the counter and pushed the wrapped weapon toward her.

"Pleasure doing business," he said, the words more routine than sincere. "You need anything else, you know where to find me."

"I'm certain I will," Tanya replied, tucking the wrapped saber under her arm. "Good day."

She turned and made her way toward the exit, her mind already turning over her next set of priorities. The saber was a solid investment, one that would serve her well in the coming weeks. She would need to break it in properly, familiarize herself with its weight and balance before relying on it in combat. Perhaps she could find a secluded area of the upper floors to practice–

"Hey! Wait up!"

Tanya paused mid-step, and turned to find two figures approaching from down the street. A man and a woman, both dressed in armor. Adventurers.

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with tanned skin and dark hair that fell in loose waves around his face. His features were classically handsome, the kind that seemed sculpted rather than born. The woman beside him was shorter, with auburn hair tied back in a braid and a soft face that dimpled with her smile.

They gazed at her with a strange amount of familiarity despite the fact that Tanya was certain she had never met them before. She eyed them and the sun emblem crested upon the breastplate of their armor.

A sun, she thought, fighting a sneer. These two belonged to the Apollo Familia.

But what did they want with her? Were they here to lord the debt over her head or–even worse–to try and convince or even coerce her to join their familia?

Tanya withheld a guarded expression as the two approached, stopping just short of her.

The woman spoke first, her smile warm and genuine. "Sorry to startle you! We saw you coming out of the shop and wanted to catch you before you disappeared."

"You've been making quite a name for yourself this past week," the man added, his deep voice carrying the easy confidence of someone used to being heard. "A solo adventurer clearing the upper floors at your age? That's not something you see every day."

Tanya kept her expression neutral. "I'm simply making efficient use of my time. Is there something I can help you with?"

The two exchanged a glance that Tanya couldn't quite interpret. The woman's smile dimmed slightly, replaced by something more earnest.

"Actually, we wanted to talk to you about something," she said. "My name is Licia Dore, and this is Dorian Vellius. We're members of the Apollo Familia."

"I know who you are," Tanya said, her voice slightly angry. "You're here about the debt, I assume."

Licia blinked, surprise flickering across her features. "The debt? No, we–well, yes, that's part of it, but that's not why we wanted to talk to you."

"We're the ones who found you," Dorian said, crossing his arms over his chest. "When you came out of the Dungeon. You were in bad shape so we helped you out. We brought you to the Guild but couldn't stick around to make sure you were alright."

Tanya's grip on the wrapped saber tightened fractionally. "I see. Then I suppose I owe you my thanks for your timely intervention."

The words came out flat, stripped of any genuine warmth, and it was clear that both adventurers noticed it.

"You don't owe us anything," Licia said quickly, her hands rising in a placating gesture. "We just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Anyone would have done the same."

"Anyone with the means and the inclination," Tanya said. "I've found that altruism is far less common than people like to pretend."

Dorian studied her with an unreadable expression, his crystal-blue eyes sharp despite his relaxed posture. "You've got a cynical outlook for someone so young."

"I prefer the term 'realistic,'" Tanya replied. "Now, if that's all you wanted to say, I should be going. I have preparations to make for tomorrow's dungeon run."

"Wait, please." Licia stepped forward, her expression earnest. "We didn't come here to make you uncomfortable. We just... we wanted to make sure you were alright. And to explain something about the debt."

Tanya paused, one eyebrow raised. "Explain what, exactly?"

Licia glanced at Dorian, who gave a slight nod. She turned back to Tanya, her smile fading into something more serious.

"We had nothing to do with the debt," Licia said. "When we brought you to the Guild, we were prepared to cover the cost of the potions ourselves. It wouldn't have been a burden—our Familia has resources, and we were the ones who found you. It felt like our responsibility."

"But?"

Licia's brow furrowed. "But our god... Lord Apollo, he insisted on covering the cost himself."

"And I'm guessing you believe his intentions weren't entirely benevolent?."

Dorian's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "Lord Apollo has his quirks. He's a good god, for the most part. He treats his children well, provides for us, ensures we want for nothing. But he can be possessive when something catches his eye. He has a habit of latching onto people he finds interesting and finding ways to bring them into his Familia."

"The debt was supposed to be a way to bring you into the fold," Licia admitted, her cheeks coloring slightly. "It's not... it's not how we would have handled it. But Lord Apollo doesn't always consult us before making decisions."

Tanya felt her eye twitch. Of course. How utterly predictable. A god abusing their power to acquire trinkets in the form of adventurers who caught their fancy, all while disguising it as benevolence. The manipulation was so transparent that it would have been almost insulting if it weren't so typical.

Still, it seemed that the god acted unilaterally, and at least some of his followers were uncomfortable with his methods. Interesting. A crack in the facade, or simply the natural friction that existed in any organization?

"I appreciate your candor," Tanya said, and she meant it. Information was valuable, and these two were providing it freely. "However, my position remains unchanged. I intend to pay off the debt through my own efforts, not through servitude."

Dorian uncrossed his arms, his posture relaxing slightly. "We're not here to pressure you into anything. Actually, we wanted to suggest something else entirely," he said. "Would you be willing to sit down with us for a meal? Somewhere we can talk properly?"

Tanya's eyes narrowed. "And what would be the purpose of this conversation?"

"To clear the air," Dorian said. "You're clearly under the impression that we're here to strong-arm you into joining our Familia. We're not. I thought if we explained things properly, there might be less tension."

"We'll pay, of course," Licia added, smiling widely.

Tanya considered the offer. While part of her balked at the idea of sharing a meal with her debtors, here was an opportunity to gather intelligence on the organization that currently held her financial leash. Any information she could glean about the Apollo Familia's structure, motivations, and potential weaknesses could prove valuable in the future.

"Very well," Tanya said. "I have some time to spare and I won't say no to a free meal. Lead the way."

~~~

The Hostess of Fertility was livelier than Tanya had grown accustomed to seeing it. The lunch crowd had begun to filter in, filling the tables with adventurers fresh from the morning's dungeon run. The smell of roasting meat and fresh bread had saturated the tavern's air, making her stomach growl quietly.

A waitress placed plates of steaming food in front of them–thick slices of ham accompanied by soup, bread, and roasted vegetables. It was far more substantial than the simple fare Tanya had been ordering for herself, and she suspected the Apollo Familia members were used to eating well.

As the waitress walked away, Licia smiled brightly across the table. "The food here is fantastic. Have you ever tried it before?"

Tanya picked up her fork, examining the meal before her. "I live here."

Licia blinked, her smile freezing in place as her brain caught up with the words. Dorian took one look at her face and laughed loudly.

"Ha! I told you we should have taken her somewhere else. Everyone on this side of the city has visited the Hostess at least once."

Licia's cheeks flushed pink. "I didn't mean–I just assumed–" She fumbled over her words before sighing in defeat. "Sorry. I'm not very good at this."

"Clearly," Dorian said, still chuckling as he cut into his ham. "Though to be fair, most people your age don't live in taverns. They live with their Familia."

"Or with their parents," Licia added, recovering slightly. "Do you have family somewhere? Outside the city, maybe?"

Tanya took a sip of the soup in front of her, using the moment to formulate a response. Revealing too much about her situation was inadvisable, but appearing evasive might raise suspicion. A partial truth would serve best.

"I'm an orphan," she said simply. "No living relatives that I'm aware of."

Licia's expression softened with sympathy that Tanya found mildly irritating. "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

"I never knew them so it's not exactly a tragedy," Tanya replied easily.

"Where are you from originally?" Dorian asked, tearing off a piece of bread. "Your accent is difficult to place. Somewhere across the sea, I'd wager."

"A small island nation to the east," Tanya said. "Far enough that I doubt you would recognize the name. The journey here was... eventful."

"Eventful how?" Licia leaned forward, interest clear in her gaze.

"I'm afraid I don't remember much of it," Tanya lied smoothly. "The details are something of a blur. I woke up in the Dungeon with no clear recollection of how I arrived."

Dorian's eyes sharpened at that. "You woke up in the Dungeon? As in, someone took you down there?"

"Something like that, yes."

The two adventurers exchanged a look that Tanya couldn't quite read. It was Dorian who turned back to her, his expression considering.

"That would explain why you were in such bad shape when we found you," Licia said. "But it doesn't explain how you survived long enough to reach the surface. The upper floors are manageable for experienced adventurers, but for someone with no Falna, no backup, and no prior knowledge of the Dungeon..."

He let the sentence hang, and Tanya felt the weight of his scrutiny. She was sharper than her demeanor suggested.

"I have some combat experience," she admitted. "Enough to manage."

"Combat experience," Dorian repeated, his tone neutral but probing. "That's a peculiar thing for a child to have. Most people your age are still learning to hold a sword properly, let alone surviving the Dungeon alone."

Tanya shrugged, slicing into her ham. It was well-cooked, the juices soaking into the plate in a manner most pleasant. "Circumstances vary. I was not afforded the luxury of a normal childhood."

"That's..." Licia trailed off, her expression cycling through several emotions before settling on something like sadness. "That must have been hard."

"Hardship is relative. I've found that a difficult upbringing often produces more capable adults."

Dorian chewed thoughtfully, studying her over the rim of his cup. "You carry yourself like someone who's been through more than most adults ever will. It's not something you see in children."

Tanya's fork paused halfway to her mouth. She hadn't realized she was being so transparent. "Old habits."

"From where?" Licia asked. "You said you're from an island nation, but you didn't mention any gods. Most regions have at least one deity watching over them, even if they don't live directly in the area. The gods tend to stay in or near Orario, but their influence spreads far beyond the city walls."

Tanya kept her face carefully blank, setting down her fork and folding her hands on the table.

"Where I come from," she said carefully, "those who claim godhood are considered laughingstocks at best, and blasphemers at worst. Religion is prevalent, surely, but it exists without proof. Miracles are sparse, hearsay at best. And I'm not certain that it would be a good thing were any gods to make their presence known."

Licia's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Consider the implications," Tanya said. "In a society where gods walk among mortals, offering blessings and supernatural abilities, what happens to those who refuse to participate? They become second-class citizens by default, lacking the power that comes with divine favor. The very structure of such a society encourages dependence on entities whose motivations may not align with human interests."

Dorian's eyebrows rose slightly. "That's a unique perspective."

"Is it?" Tanya picked up her fork again. "I've observed that concentrated power, regardless of its source, rarely benefits those who don't possess it. The gods of this city may be benevolent–I wouldn't know, I haven't met them–but benevolence is not the same as accountability. When a being holds absolute power over your life, your livelihood, and your very soul, what recourse do you have if their interests diverge from your own?"

Licia opened her mouth, then closed it, clearly uncertain how to respond. Her expression had shifted from sympathetic to something more complex. Concern, perhaps, or confusion.

"You speak as if you've seen this happen," Dorian said quietly.

Tanya smiled thinly. "I've seen what blind faith can do. I've seen people throw their lives away for causes they don't understand, following leaders who claim divine mandate. The results are rarely positive for anyone except the leaders themselves."

In her mind, the image of Mary Sue flickered briefly. That manic grin, the absolute certainty in her eyes as she detonated the explosive that killed them both. A martyr for a cause she barely comprehended, guided by a being who treated human lives as pieces on a game board.

"The nation I come from gave themselves to science, rather than faith," Tanya continued, "the return of the divine would simply set our civilization back hundreds, if not thousands, of years. Progress requires questioning, skepticism, and the willingness to discard old beliefs in the face of new evidence. Religion, by its nature, demands the opposite."

The table fell silent, and Tanya realized she may have said too much. These two were, by all accounts, devout followers of their god. Criticizing the very foundation of their society was not the best way to maintain cordial relations.

But when she looked at them, she didn't see offense or anger. Licia's eyes had gone wide with something that looked almost like realization, while Dorian's expression had softened into understanding.

"Let's move onto something else," Dorian said, his tone light but firm. He gestured vaguely with his cup. "I'm sure you didn't come all this way to be interrogated over a meal. Tell us about your adventures. We've heard about you working the upper floors. How has that gone?"

Tanya inclined her head, accepting the change in subject with a small nod. She was pleased that they hadn't taken offense to her earlier diatribe, but she couldn't help but wonder if they had drawn the wrong conclusions from her words.

The way Licia kept glancing at her, with those wide, sympathetic eyes, suggested that they had got the wrong thing out of her little rant.

No matter. So long as they didn't go spouting her heresy to the town guards, they could think whatever they liked.

The meal lasted perhaps an hour in total. Dorian proved to be an amicable conversationalist, keeping the discussion away from sensitive topics and sharing anecdotes about dungeon diving that Tanya filed away for future reference. Licia was quieter, content to let Dorian lead, but she interjected occasionally with observations that revealed a sharp mind behind her soft demeanor.

Tanya didn't learn as much as she'd have liked about the Apollo Familia, but the conversation was... Enjoyable. Strangely so considering their shared circumstance.

When the meal concluded, Dorian offered to buy dessert, but Tanya declined. The food sat heavy in her stomach and she could feel her eyes growing heavy with fatigue. A good night's sleep would serve her better than sweets.

"I should retire for the evening," she said, rising from her seat. "Thank you for the meal. It was... pleasant."

Licia smiled at that, the expression genuine and warm. "We should do this again sometime. If you're not too busy."

"I make no promises," Tanya replied. "But I won't rule it out entirely."

Dorian tossed a pouch of coins to the waitress as they departed, offering Tanya a casual wave before disappearing into the crowd with Licia in tow. Tanya watched them go for a moment before ascending the stairs to her room.

In the comfort of her rented room, Tanya unwrapped her new saber and set it on the small desk beside her bed. The lamplight caught the edge of the blade, casting a thin line of reflected gold across the ceiling.

The two of them were quite good company, she reflected. It reminded her of meals with her men back in the Empire. Dorian possessed a dry humor that reminded her of Weiss, alongside a straightforward sense of competence that didn't need to announce itself. Licia, meanwhile, had the same soft countenance and clear empathetic demeanor that Visha had once worn.

It was a shame, really. Both of them had clearly been institutionalized by the society they were born into.

Tanya ran her thumb along the saber's edge. Sharp, but in need of honing. She would need to purchase a whetstone at some point to maintain it.

For now, though, she had planning to do.

~~~

The walk back to the Apollo Familia estate was a quiet one.

Licia and Dorian made their way through the streets of Orario as the afternoon sun settled over the city. The crowds had thinned somewhat as the lunch rush came to its conclusion, leaving the roads wide open for their stroll. Neither spoke for a long while, each lost in their own thoughts.

It was Licia who finally broke the silence.

"That poor girl."

Dorian glanced sideways at his companion, noting the furrow in her brow and the way she worried at her lower lip. It was a habit she'd never managed to break, one that surfaced whenever something weighed on her conscience.

"She's been through something," he agreed. "That much is clear."

"Something? Dorian, she talks about gods like they're..." Licia struggled for the right words. "Like they're tyrants. Something to be feared instead of revered."

"She's not entirely wrong."

Licia shot him a surprised look, and Dorian raised a hand before she could object.

"I'm not saying her views are correct," he clarified. "But she's right about one thing; power tends to concentrate, and those without it tend to suffer for it. We've both seen it happen within our own Familia."

Licia fell silent at that. They both knew exactly what he was referring to. Lord Apollo's interest in beautiful things had a tendency to cause problems for those who couldn't or wouldn't reciprocate his attention.

"Do you think she was abused?" Licia asked quietly. "By a god, I mean. Or a Familia?"

Dorian considered the question carefully. Tanya's words had been clinical, but beneath them lay a current of something deeper. Not anger, exactly. More like a wound long since scarred.

"It's possible," Dorian admitted. "The way she spoke about blind faith isn't exactly the words of someone who's simply skeptical. You don't speak about faith that way unless you've seen it fail someone. Unless you've seen it hurt someone."

Licia nodded slowly, her expression troubled. They walked in silence for another block, the stone streets giving way to the paved roads that led toward the wealthier districts of Orario.

"If she joins us," Licia said finally, "I want to make sure she feels welcome. Truly welcome. Not just because Lord Apollo wants her, but because she deserves a place where she can belong."

Dorian smiled at that, a small but genuine expression. "That's very kind of you."

"It's the right thing to do," Licia protested. "She's all alone, Dorian. She has no Familia, no family, and she's living in a tavern because she has nowhere else to go. If we can be the ones to show her that not all gods are the same..."

She trailed off, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Dorian reached over and placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently.

"We will," he promised. "We can still show her that the Apollo Familia is different. That we care about her as a person, not just as another member to add to our numbers."

Licia sniffled and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Do you think she'll be happy if she joins? After everything she said?"

"Perhaps not," Dorian said. "But that doesn't mean we can't show her regardless."

 

[Sadguychet]

Divine Summons

The morning sun had barely crested the rooftops when the summons arrived.

A servant had appeared at Dorian's door with a folded message, elegant script on fine parchment requesting his presence in the solarium at his earliest convenience. The wording was polite, as befitting a message from one's deity, but the implication was clear. Lord Apollo wished to speak with him, and 'earliest convenience' meant 'now.'

Dorian had dressed quickly, splashing water on his face and pulling on fresh clothes. He had a suspicion about what this meeting concerned. The previous day's meal with Tanya had been enlightening, and he had planned to report his findings to Lord Apollo at some point, but it seemed the god had decided not to wait.

The Apollo estate was a sprawling complex of white marble and golden finery, designed to catch and reflect sunlight at every possible angle. It was beautiful in the way that expensive things often were, though Dorian had long since grown numb to its opulence. He navigated the corridors easily, nodding to servants and fellow Familia members as he passed.

The solarium was located on the eastern side of the estate, a large sitting room designed for receiving guests. A massive plane of windows dominated one wall, offering an unobstructed view of the sun rising over Orario, and the furniture was plush and expensive, arranged in intimate clusters that encouraged private conversation.

Dorian reached the heavy oak door and paused. He could hear voices from within, one smooth and melodic, the other soft and timid. It seemed that Lord Apollo was already entertaining someone.

Dorian withheld a frown and pushed open the door. The room inside was bathed in the morning light, the windows doing their job admirably. Lord Apollo reclined on a couch near the center of the room, a chalice of wine in one hand.

His appearance, as always, was breathtaking. Red hair fell in perfect waves around a face of classical beauty. His features seemed sculpted by an artist with an eye for perfection, from the noble brow to the full lips. He wore loose robes of white and gold that left little to the imagination, the fabric draped artfully across his form.

Beside him, curled against his side with a possessive arm draped around his shoulders, was a young man Dorian vaguely recognized as one of the newer members of the Familia, barely a month into his service. He was around Lucia's age, perhaps younger, with pretty features and a nervous energy that suggested he was still acclimating to his new position.

Apollo's eyes slid over to Dorian as he entered. There was an anger there at the interruption, which vanished as he caught sight of the adventurer.

"Ah, Dorian!" the god said, a smile splitting his lips.

The young man beside Apollo stiffened at the sight of Dorian, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He scrambled to extract himself from the god's embrace, murmuring apologies that Apollo waved away with an indulgent smile.

"I should go," the young man stammered, avoiding Dorian's eyes entirely. "I have… training. With the others. I forgot."

"Of course, dear," Apollo said, his voice honeyed. "We shall continue this evening."

The young man fled, practically tripping over himself in his haste to reach the door. He slipped past Dorian without a word, and then he was gone, the heavy oak clicking shut behind him.

Dorian kept his expression carefully neutral. He had long since learned not to comment on his god's entertainments. Apollo's tastes were well known within the Familia, and while some found them troubling, others saw them as simply the nature of a divine being whose appetites exceeded mortal conventions.

"Please, sit," Apollo gestured to the chair opposite him. "I trust you slept well?"

"Well enough, Lord Apollo," Dorian said, settling into the indicated seat. The cushions were sinfully comfortable, the kind that made it difficult to rise once one had succumbed to their embrace. "How may I serve you this morning?"

Apollo took a slow sip of his wine, his golden eyes never leaving Dorian's face. The morning light caught his features just right, rendering him even more impossibly beautiful than the light of day.

"I understand you and dear Lucia took our newest interest out for a meal yesterday," Apollo said pleasantly. "A social call, as it were."

Dorian nodded, relaxing into the plush seat. "We encountered her by chance, truthfully. We thought it would be good to build a relationship with her."

Apollo's smile widened, satisfaction settling over his elegant features. "I'm happy to see my Familia taking the initiative. How did it go?"

"Well enough," Dorian said carefully. "She's cautious, but not hostile. She accepted our company readily enough once she understood we weren't there to pressure her."

"Pressure?" Apollo raised an eyebrow. "Why would she feel pressured? She should be delighted that I've put so much work into getting her into our Familia."

The god looked down into his wine, swirling it thoughtfully. "Honestly, this whole debt situation is dreadfully droll. I'd rather just skip the formalities and inaugurate her today just to be done with it. But I suppose there is something to be said about the thrill of the chase."

Dorian studied his god for a moment, weighing his next words carefully. There was a line he had to balance when speaking with Apollo. The god valued confidence and honesty among his children, but he also valued flattery, and the trick was in discerning which was required in any given moment.

"What interests you so much about her?" Dorian asked. "She's a skilled adventurer for her age, but there are others with more experience who would eagerly join our Familia if asked."

Apollo's smile turned somewhat sharp. He set down his chalice, leaning forward with an elbow on his knee, his full attention now fixed on Dorian in an unsettling way.

"What interests any man who sees a waif in the prime of her youth?" Apollo said, his voice taking on a dreamy quality. "She may be young, but anyone could look at that young bud and see with certainty the beautiful flower it could become."

His smile grew larger. "And she has fire, Dorian. Such beautiful fire. You can see it even from afar. In the way she fights to keep her independence, just as she fought her way out of the depths of the dungeon with nothing but a broken sword. It's charming, in its own way. Most mortals would simply give in and enjoy the benefits of divine patronage."

Dorian felt his jaw tighten, and he forced the muscles to relax before the tension could become visible.

He had long suspected that Apollo's interest in Tanya was not purely about her potential as an adventurer. The god had always had an eye for beauty, particularly the kind that had yet to fully bloom. His 'collection,' as some within the Familia privately called it, included more than a few members who had caught his eye in their youth.

Dorian withheld his true thoughts and merely said, "I see."

The silence stretched, and Dorian found himself the subject of scrutiny under his lord's gaze. Apollo's eyes glinted, a smile on his face. "Yes. You do, don't you? You've had the pleasure of seeing our dear Tanya up close. Tell me, do you think she'll be capable of clearing her debt?"

Dorian considered the question carefully.

"She's determined," he said finally. "And resourceful. When Lucia and I spoke to her, she had just purchased a new weapon. From what the blacksmith said, it was well over twelve thousand Valis."

Now, Apollo's smile faded. "Truly? She's managed to make enough to comfortably spend that much?"

"Apparently so."

Apollo's expression shifted into something more calculating. He picked up his chalice again, swirling the wine as he contemplated this new information.

"How curious." Apollo took a slow sip of his wine, his eyes distant. "A mystery child with martial skills, dropped into the Dungeon without a Falna and not only survives, but thrives in the aftermath. A debt as large as hers would have drowned many working men, yet she's making good headway all on her own."

He laughed, a warm sound that settled upon Dorian's shoulders. "She really is delightful. I find myself wanting her even more now."

Dorian kept his face neutral, watching as his god set his chalice down and rose from the couch, his robes shifting gracefully as he moved toward the window. The morning sun silhouetted his form, casting him in divine radiance.

"She lives in that tavern, doesn't she?"

Dorian inclined his head. "Yes, Lord Apollo."

Apollo's smirk reflected sinisterly in the glass. "Good. I want you to give her a message for me."

~~~

The afternoon sun slanted through the small window of Tanya's rented room, casting long shadows across the desk where her newly acquired saber lay.

Today's dungeon crawl had been brief, merely a field test for the weapon before she committed to relying on it in earnest. A weapon had to be proven in combat before it could truly be trusted, and the upper floors had provided ample opportunity for such evaluation.

The results had been… adequate. The blade itself was serviceable, the edge holding true through a dozen goblin kills without noticeable degradation. However, the alignment was slightly off, the balance favoring the tip more heavily than she preferred. More concerning was the tang, which she had discovered was a bit loose around the hilt, producing a faint rattle when the blade made contact.

It was a common flaw in secondhand weapons, the result of previous owners who hadn't properly maintained the fittings. Fixable, but the time and effort required was far beyond what the cheap sword deserved. For now, the saber was usable, and that was all she required.

Tanya sat at the desk, a cloth in one hand and a small bottle of oil in the other. She worked the polish into the blade one stroke at a time, her eyes scanning for any signs of rust or damage that might have escaped her initial inspection, until a knock at the door garnered her attention.

She frowned, noting the time. A few hours until dinner, and she hadn't asked for any service. Who could be bothering her at this hour?

Opening the door revealed Syr standing in the hallway, the gray-haired waitress offering her usual gentle smile. She looked slightly out of breath, as if she had hurried up the stairs.

"Syr," Tanya said, setting aside her cleaning cloth. "Is something the matter?"

"There's someone here to see you," Syr replied, smoothing down her apron. "He's waiting downstairs at one of the tables. I thought you might want to know."

Tanya's brow furrowed at the mention of a visitor. "He?"

"A tall man," Syr described, raising a hand. "Dark hair, handsome. He said his name was Dorian?"

Tanya's expression flattened. Of course. The Apollo Familia member she had shared a meal with just yesterday. She supposed telling them where she lived was probably not a good idea in retrospect.

"Thank you for telling me," Tanya said, rising from her desk. "I'll speak with him."

Syr nodded and retreated down the hallway, her soft footsteps fading as she descended the stairs. Tanya took a moment to collect herself before securing her new saber at her hip and following after her.

The tavern was beginning to fill with the early dinner crowd, yet Tanya spotted Dorian immediately, standing at the bar and chatting with one of the waitresses. His face lit up when he saw her, an easy smile crossing his chiseled features.

"Tanya," he greeted, inclining his head. "I hope I'm not intruding on your rest."

"You are, somewhat," Tanya replied, stopping at a comfortable distance. "But I doubt you came all this way simply to chat. What does he want?"

Dorian's expression flickered briefly before settling into a neutral smile. "Straight to the point. I can appreciate that. Sit with me?"

They found a booth away from the doors and the noise. Dorian waved off a waitress that approached, leaning forward and placing his arms on the table with a serious expression.

"Lord Apollo has requested a meeting with you," he said in a measured tone. "He wishes to discuss your debt and your future in Orario."

Tanya's eyes narrowed. "My future is my own concern. And the debt will be paid in full within the allotted time."

Dorian raised his hands in a placating gesture. "I'm not here to argue with you. I'm simply delivering a message. Lord Apollo wishes to speak with you personally."

"A personal meeting with a god," Tanya repeated flatly. "How flattering."

"I know you'd rather not," Dorian said, his voice low. "And I'm sure you have your reasons. But refusing a summons from a god is not a simple matter in Orario. Lord Apollo could make your life considerably more difficult if he chose to."

Tanya studied Dorian's face, searching for any sign of deception or ulterior motive. The man's expression remained open, his posture relaxed, but there was a tension in his shoulders that hadn't been present during their meal the previous day.

"Is that a threat?" Tanya asked, her voice mild.

"I didn't come here to threaten you," Dorian replied. "Lord Apollo is not accustomed to being denied, and he has already shown considerable patience by allowing you the month to clear your debt. Most in his position would have demanded immediate repayment or service."

"Considerable patience," Tanya repeated, the words tasting sour. "And what happens if I simply refuse to meet? From my perspective, I have nothing to gain from a face-to-face meeting with my creditor."

Dorian was quiet for a moment, his gaze dropping to the table. "Then Lord Apollo will find other ways to bring you into the fold. Ways that may be considerably less pleasant than a simple conversation."

Tanya felt her jaw tighten. She couldn't risk that. She had made considerable headway into clearing her debt; complications at this stage might set her back further than when she first began.

"When is this meeting supposed to take place?" she asked finally.

"Tomorrow afternoon," Dorian said. "At the Apollo estate. I can escort you there myself, if you'd like. It would save you the trouble of navigating the city."

"That won't be necessary," Tanya replied. "I'm capable of finding my own way. Just tell me where to go."

Dorian hesitated, clearly wanting to protest, but he thought better of it. "The Apollo estate is in the eastern district, near the city wall. It's a large white building with columns. You truly can't miss it."

"I'm sure I'll manage."

Dorian rose from the booth, adjusting his armor as he stood. He looked down at her for a moment, his blue eyes holding hers with concern that Tanya found both unnecessary and vaguely irritating.

"I know you have no reason to trust me," Dorian said quietly. "But Lord Apollo is not an unreasonable being. You'll see."

Tanya smiled thinly. "I'm sure I will."

She'd keep her knife well at hand, just to be sure.

 

[Dissimilate]

Ohhhh a God might be going back to tenkai during that meeting.... Thanks for the chapters!!

 

[Mike9650]

Wonderful chapter. Is it my imagination, but I feel I read this before?

 

[averagejoe32]

Wonderful chapter. Is it my imagination, but I feel I read this before?

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Its cross posted on SB. Maybe you caught it there?

https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/a-devil-in-the-dungeon.1291296/