Electus - Chapter 496

They’ve spent quite a few minutes thinking about how to get in here, pushing it became an effort but it didn’t quite prove effective.

These things must weigh at least a few hundred kilos, it’s solid rock and it felt like the ground underneath it forces the structure into a wedge, as if barred by nature.

Tired of all the pushing, Alia took a break and questioned. “How are we going to get in? Oh to have Mogranius here, he would blow this thing into bits.”

“We can’t blow a relic into bits, although I don’t love these bastards either, this place is precious.” Weighed in Isabel, being one of knowledge she can respect relics more than life forms.

It’s painful to point out that these ladies have forgot one key fact, fire blasters can’t enter the dungeon for some reason so Mogranius being here would be useless.

Staggered by how Isabel suddenly took a sharp turn regarding preserving, Alia pointed it out while rubbing her temple. “We haven’t even seen what’s inside yet, how do you know it’s precious?”

Suddenly starting to geek about it, Isabel cited. “It’s old, old stuff are worth a lot of coins… it’s obvious that not just anyone can get down here so we must keep the dungeon well preserved as it already is… at least I think it is.”

Well this was a quite different view, one that Alia isn’t really used of, she didn’t really see much relics apart from that demon lady’s layer.

One thing she is sure of, is the love towards Isabel’s conversation skills. One would think that a lady who talked only when she had to, would have trouble forming proper sentences.

But no, she’s dictating like a Queen and the only thing stopping her rant is the Queen herself.

To Alia, this still feels like a gift, because Isabel still doesn’t express herself with just anyone. This proves who has bought the large lady’s trust and this is a gift she will always learn to appreciate.

Through the conversation, Isabel could hear a whistle taking root and it got just a hunch louder after they stopped talking.

It was hard to determine it’s source, Isabel stopped herself mid rant and began to look around, gazed up the most thinking that someone will attack them from above.

“I hope illusions don’t come through whistling.” Alia expressed after realising where the problem is.

Completely staggering the two ladies, a female tone echoed lightly, with its source appearing to be from the door. “No ma’am, there is no illusion in the dungeon. You passed that test already.”

“Who said that?” Yelled out Isabel as she pulled out her long sword.

“It’s me, I’m the door… well I’m the ghost possessing the door.” A bit too kind for a self acclaimed ghost.

Alia felt like she was back in her continent where order was on top of everything and there were friendly faces on government institutions.

Point is, the start of the dungeon looks a bit too orderly and it got the two ladies shocked, the ghost’s tone even striked comforting.

Wanting to elbow her way into this obstacle as well, Isabel demanded. “You better open this door, or I’ll get in there and kill you.”

Pushing the ghost lady into conclusions, they could hear her rant. “I’m no body expert but that’s not how human bodies work… or do they? No they don’t, at least I hope they don’t. I’m n.a.k.e.d in here, please don’t come in.”

“Just let us in!” Alia slightly yelled, not knowing if she should laugh or be angry.

“Oh right, about that… you must offer a sacrifice.” Towards that thought, the two ladies figured it right away that this sacrifice had something to do with murder or slaughter.

But the door girl broke the silence with a laugh, “I’m kidding hahaha! We don’t do that here, it’s gross!”

“I’m coming in there…” Isabel warned as she slapped the stone door.

“Okay I’ll tell you!” The ghost lady yelled out, and recited. “Only lovers can get down here, so unless you two can kiss each other, then there is no way in.”

“We’re not kissing each other!” Isabel yelled out and Alia shared the same thought, expressed it too. “Is that normal here? Women kissing?”

“Oh totally… everyone loves everyone here.” The door answered, yet again helpful but most definitely a pain in the ass.

“Open this thing before I break it down.” Isabel threatened once more, wanting to assert dominance although her tone, light in weight.

It felt stupid to yell at this point, because what would they be yelling at? A door? No, it just felt weird so Isabel wanted to shift towards a calmer attitude.

Over informative once more, the door ghost added. “The door is pretty much enchanted so you can’t really break it down… just about nothing can.”

And afterwards used the few seconds of silence to add. “Margaret demands s.e.x.u.a.l desire, you’re lucky I’m not asking you two to get n.a.k.e.d.”

“Either way we won’t listen to you.” Alia became the one to refuse this time, because she knew what Isavel would say.

The topic directed towards Alia, the ghost lady insisted. “You sound like the reasonable one here, convince your friend to just lend you a kiss and I’ll open the door for you. Just give me something I can present to Margaret so she doesn’t take away my privileges.”

“If only I didn’t kill that goblin.” Isabel spoke out in the background, forcing the shorter lady into quite a shock.

Pinching her facial expressions into one spot, curling her whole face, Alia turned around and asked. “You’d rather kiss a goblin?”

Giving the ghost lady quite a show, the dark skinned human recited. “It would feel less embarrassing at least. I could have killed him after but can’t kill you.”

Her mouth hanging open and uttering a few words in Kastarian so no one understands her, Alia finally smiled and added. “Your way of thinking really surprises me Isabel. But just come here, give me a kiss so we can get the ring!”

“No!” Isabel thundered as she jumped a step back and even tried to climb out of the hole.

“Common this is for Eric!” Alia gave out a muffled demand as she grabbed the big lady by the leg and pulled her down.

Chanting from the background, the door ghost hollered. “Yes! Fight for that kiss, Margaret will love this!”