Summoner: Monster Girl Harem!

Aldan, the red dragon chieftain, and his trusted dragon warriors had decided to fight against the threat of the dungeons. Along with a small army of humans led by a gallant female noble with the family name Von Conzelmann. They had chosen to raid several small dungeons on the southern Ulkan plains.

The first few battles had gone well, and they had easily crushed several dungeons, even destroying some of them. This was something that had never been heard of before, and it had given them hope they could truly make a difference in the fight against the dungeons.

The dungeons spread a deadly fog that would corrode the flesh of anything it touched and segregate the land.

But destroying them would stop this process and allow the land to be reclaimed. Aldan had only lost a few of his men after clearing countless dungeons, and he was confident they could continue progressing.

But then, they entered the Windsor Dungeon, and suddenly everything changed.

Inside this dungeon, they fought far more powerful monsters filled with intelligence and their own will. They feared the worst and that someone sent the dungeons to conquer their world. Aldan fought hard, his body beaten by countless demons and a strange race that called themselves the Daemon race.

He fought against a giant male wolf that fought desperately to protect his daughter, Agora. In that fight, the female wolf escaped. She was only a tiny pup, so they let it go.

On the last floor, a man with red Pheonix plumes in his hair, long red hair and pupils faced them. This battle killed over a hundred dragon kin and thousands of human knights.

Aldan sacrificed himself to allow the Von Conzelmann heiress to land the final blow. Her eyes filled with sorrow after so long fighting together. She made a vow never to forget the sacrifice of the dragon clan and her love. Meldreth etched the name Efrita into her body with the tip of her sword moments after feeling her respect. In the end, Aldan passed away.

This woman was the first human he ever loved. He felt sorrow towards his beloved Ifritah and wife, but during the harsh battles, he was but a man charmed by her heroism. Little did he know she carried his child.

Only the humans survived, and even they suffered from high casualties. But they had cleared the dungeon, and it was a victory that had come at a high cost.

However, this victory was short-lived!

They soon discovered that the Windsor Dungeon had not vanished like the others. Instead, the control of the dungeon had changed hands, and now the female general could make the dungeon as strong or weak as she desired.

This discovery would soon prove to be a turning point in the fight against the dungeons. As various armies seized control of the most powerful dungeons in their areas and took the smaller ones under their control, the great fall ended.

The humans and dragonkin were exhausted and battered but also triumphant.

They had faced unimaginable dangers and fought with all their might, and in the end, they triumphed. The dungeons may have been defeated, but the memories of the battles and the feelings of those who had fought would remain with them forever.

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A young woman with a long, blazing ponytail walked along a blazing path of corpses and dead dragons. Her eyes filled with tears and rage.

"M-mother? You too will leave me like father…."

She looked forward to an extensive land filled with substantial earthen spikes that grew from the ground. Impaled upon those spikes were countless red dragons as several beings hovered with large horns and twisted features in the air. They looked horrific and seemed to be some cultists.

"We are looking for the blessed child!"

"We come for the cursed child!"

All the men spoke out in unison. When Ifritah looked to her right, the same scene appeared, yet this time it was the blue dragons that were massacred. They crushed their bodies with huge rocks, and each of their scales peeled off. She felt enraged. The surrounding flames swirled in a massive bloom of crimson flames.

The moment after, an explosion sounded, and thousands of ice spikes shot from the nearby forest. Silvari, her former best friend and rival, walked forward, her face disfigured with ice filling her eyes and mouth, arms snapped in a strange direction. Her powerful ice magic caused more than a dozen cultists to fly into the distance, their bodies mangled and bleeding.

"We found the cursed child!"

"Take her!"

"Praise her!"

"Worship!"

The moment the last words sounded, the entire world paused, leaving only Vincent moving.

Vincent could no longer fly around after the images of her father played. He spent the entire time inside her father. He lived that life, almost becoming Aldan himself, and right now, he was standing behind the cultists, no… It was as if he was on their side.

'No, I am one of them because they are all part Daemon with weak blood….'

His thoughts filled with the feelings of all the dragons that passed away. Some blamed him and accosted him. Yet most of them didn't and welcomed him with warm words. Inside the mind of Efrita, their spirits still lived on all this time as a sign of her guilt. This place was like a graveyard of time.

A handsome male dragon who seemed invisible to the cultists strolled from the pile of corpses. Aldan walked towards Vincent and stood only a metre away from him. He held the beautiful remains of a woman who reminded him of Efrita, despite being more fluffy and gentle.

"I have long watched you as a mere spirit trapped inside my daughter's troubled soul."

'Eh? He's alive?'

"No, I died long ago…. But the job of a priestess is not just to guide the next queen…."

"Her job is to guide the lost souls of her people to their next lives."

Aldan looked towards the body of his wife, her chest punctured, yet her lips and body moved. Her gentle eyes opened. Unlike Efrita, they were bright blue, like the ocean. She blinked twice before her lips opened. "Ah, my daughter has good taste! Fufu, what a handsome son-in-law!"

"What!?" Aldan exclaimed in shock.

"Still, it's quite surprising! Right, darling? I cannot believe that shy Ifritah opened her heart to someone…."

"My daughter isn't that kind of girl! This boy tricked her, that's all!"

Vincent watched as the two flirted together. His eyes twitched as they held each other  despite their tattered and broken bodies. He asked them what was going on and opened his lips.

"I'm sorry to sound blunt, but can you tell me what's happening? You are dead, right? Yet you seem so alive and real to me!"