I departed from Illsyorea with my mind and heart at peace, but as I sailed farther and farther away from my home, I began to realize just how much I was going to miss my children, my husband, my sister-wives and everyone else. My heart laid heavy with the desire to see them again, but I knew this was my own selfishness.

It has been a very long time since I was last traveling on my own like this, and I felt a bit insecure.

Two days went by since the duel with Dankyun, and I did my best to spend this time together with my wives whenever I wasn’t busy with the Academy. The training area had been repaired, leaving no sign of the devastating attack Ayuseya used. If I left it like that, it would have ended up causing a bit of radiation poisoning in the area, and that was something I wanted to avoid.

Preparing for the journey ahead was probably most taxing on Tamara.

It was strange that even though I was one of those Dankyun had wronged when he was alive, I didn’t feel the anger or hate for him as I once did. These feelings had slowly faded away ever since my fate was intertwined with that of my husband’s.

As a High Apostle, I was the closest to Melkuth among all of my Apostle Sisters, but at the same time, I was also the farthest. I prayed to him daily and not even once forgot about my training, but unlike before, my god didn’t send me on strange errands all over the world. There was only one thing he told me to do: stay with Illsyore.

We stopped at the center of the island and looked at this man who brought us so much harm. The very thought that I could have ended up as his wife and shared the same bed as him disgusted me to no avail.

What happened back then was part of my dark past, of the time when I was still a Pleyades.

This draconian took advantage of me, of the fact that I was weak and couldn’t defend myself for the single purpose of stepping up on his own imaginary hierarchy. It wasn’t like he was the first in our history to try something ridiculous like this, just the first to resort to such disgraceful tools like curses and torture.

The Supremes from Teslov followed us through the town while constantly keeping their eyes on us. They were making sure we weren’t going to try some sort of sneak attack, as if any of us needed something as stupid as that to defeat them. Zoreya was a walking fortress they couldn’t take down no matter what. Tamara was a silent and deadly assassin they could not even see coming. Shanteya was always ready to slice their throats with her daggers, and I was a Godlike Dungeon, enough said.

The upcoming departure of my wives was an event our students did not really seem too eager to welcome. While they understood that they could not do anything about it, they still expressed their disapproval to show how much they would miss them. Constantly asking why I wasn’t going in their stead made me wonder if my popularity among the younger students was rather low. If it were only the male population, maybe I would have understood why they were so against it, but the girls were also making a big deal out of it.

The family meeting came to an end once it was decided that Nanya, Shanteya, and Ayuseya were all going to go their separate ways to solve the three big problems that could unsettle the peace on our island.

Out of all of them, the most ridiculous one was the Teslov’s King attempt to steal my wife, especially when I thought about the fact that he was her younger brother.

I was sleeping peacefully when Shanteya entered my room. Tamara was with me, naked and cuddled in my arms. Her tail was wrapped around my left leg, and her ears were flattened towards the back of her head. While it did not take much for me to wake up when my el’doraw wife called out to me, the sleeping woman in my arms took a bit longer. She had always been the one to sleep in late or pick random hours at which to take a nap.

“The tree knew not if he should provide the shade for his little friend. If he believed his words, then once he recovered, the monster would eat his roots and let him to rot in the sun.” I said and then turned the page of the children’s book.

“What happened then, mother?” Anette asked curiously as she floated in circles around me.

“Hemwit cwab bad?” little Bachus asked as he looked up at me with teary eyes.

After I gathered the surviving crew of the Paramanium Empire fleet, I made Emperor Aldembard Paramanium and his Prime Minister Roderick Zalun sign a decree through which the empire declared its neutrality towards me and everything on my Dungeon Territory. The reason why it wasn't the island itself was because this patch of land was going to be expanded in the future and had yet to receive an official name. Once it did, I could use it instead of myself.

It has been over a month since the Godlike Dungeon Lord Illsyore has been last spotted in the Paramanium Empire in the Ilia Port City. By now, father was embarking on the flag ship of our naval fleet and preparing a huge armada to intercept and presumably defeat this powerful entity.

During the time my family was preparing for war, I managed to persuade and stop several important noble families from participating in this crusade.

Out of all the slaves we brought with us from the Paramanium Empire, only seven wished to be set free and left off in another country. As I had promised, I set sail for Allasn Continent, where I dropped off five of them, four from the old ones and one from the recently acquired ones. The last two were dropped off on the Northern shore of the Sorone continent, from where they headed off to their own families.

I let out a sigh as I looked at the bodies of the adventurers and dead soldiers on the ground. They had a chance to back down even after witnessing my power. Normally, other individuals would have went after their families as well or brought up endless destruction on their hometown, but I wasn't like that. Such an individual knew only how to abuse his power and act like a monster.

It has been so many years since Fellyore became nothing more than a distant memory, yet in all this time, I did all I could to survive and find a home for myself and my wife. With her being a dryad, it was not easy to get people to accept it, I had to hide her true nature even from my own family when I arrived in Paramanium.

As I stopped the car, I leaned back in my chair and looked at the gates in front of us. It was the entrance to Ilia Port City. The traders, adventurers, and normal travelers were all sitting in line, waiting for their turn to get inside.

I got out of the car and stretched my arms a bit while breathing in the air. It had the smell of the sea, and I could hear the seagulls screaming in the sky as they flew around. Back on Earth, they were among the top predators on the beach, but in this world, they were the favorite prey of other flying monsters.

Keltaru, Neya, and Soleya received quite a shock when we told them that Illsy was a Godlike Dungeon Lord. Although it was a bit unpleasant, they still had trouble believing that I was his wife, or more like they could not accept it for some reason.

Honestly, I had expected a bit more from my former servants.

I didn't think that Illsy would suggest separating in this manner. It didn't make any sense to me because we could have just as simply drove to Nasat and bought the goods Tamara was looking for and then head to Argos to free Keltaru, Soleya and Neya. We could have also continued to Ilia and freed them there...

This separation didn't make any sense even from the point of saving time. We weren't in a hurry, and it wasn't like someone or something was chasing after us. If Illsy felt like it, at Ilia Port, he could turn a left and head to Dravis Port. It was all the same for us.

After we left Polis, we stopped at about one kilometer away from the city and began to heal, feed, wash, and clothe the newly bought slaves just like we once did for everyone else who traveled with us.

In this world, it was normal for peasants to see nobles as their superiors and understand that their lives meant nothing when compared to theirs. Of course, murder and torture were acts punishable by law in many kingdoms, but the severity of it varied from one to another.

The city of Polis had a lot of wares I didn't see in Port Rico. There was even a music shop here which sold flouts and acoustic guitars. Because there was a chance that Lumia was going to be the dance teacher, and Ayuseya was most likely going to give violin lessons, I had to stock up on musical instruments and eventually learn how to make them. To my surprise, Savannah was also quite skillful at the guitar, but there was no one among us who touched a piano.