"So, let's talk, Lorne," the girl said, pulling out a chair and sitting down at the dining table. She looked completely at ease, as if she were in her own home.

"To start with, let me introduce myself... I am Arianne Campbell, one of the Seven Holy Women of the Church, known as the 'Mercy Saint.' This person next to me is my follower, the Holy Knight Arnold Greene."

"Holy Woman?" Lorne's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he quickly composed himself to appear calm.

Lorne slowly sat down opposite Arianne, wearing a smirking expression. "Well, well, this is quite an unexpected honor. I never thought a high and mighty Holy Woman would grace my humble dungeon... Speaking of which, those four adventurers in town, you took care of them, right? You really did me a favor."

Although he appeared cheerful on the surface, Lorne's heart was already in a panic. What terrible luck. These people from the church actually came to my house! I shouldn't have tempted fate like that! And what did she just say she was, a Holy Woman?

Lorne inwardly sighed. The influence of the Church on this continent was immense. The Pope, who sat atop the Holy Seat, commanded a powerful Order of the Temple Knights, their strength enough to rival a nation. The Seven Holy Women held a position second only to the Pope. It was said that each of them possessed extraordinary power and owned an ancient artifact passed down from ancient times.

The young lady in front of him, Arianne Campbell, was one of the Seven Holy Women, the "Mercy Saint."

...Not good, really not good. I don't know how compassionate this so-called "Mercy Saint" really is, but when it comes to fighting, she could easily defeat me, a weakling lord, without breaking a sweat... Even if she wanted to completely eliminate me and prevent me from respawning, it would surely be no problem. No, she doesn't even need to personally intervene. Just relying on her Holy Knight attendant behind her would be enough.

With these thoughts in mind, Lorne glanced at the Holy Knight standing upright behind Arianne, who responded with a look of disgust, as if he wanted to draw his sword and cut down Lorne at any moment.

Well... It was only natural for people from the Church to react like this. The young lady Holy Woman was the one who seemed a bit strange. It was quite obvious that she didn't come here for a fight; she probably wanted something from me... Although I'm not sure what exactly, I still have some leverage. What does she want?

Lorne lightly tapped his fingers on the table, secretly pondering.

Meanwhile, Helena had already brewed the tea and placed a cup in front of Lorne, Arianne, and the Holy Knight Arnold. The "tea" had a few suspicious purple mushrooms floating on it.

"What is this?" Arnold scrutinized the teacup suspiciously, his brow furrowed. "Holy Woman, perhaps it's best if you don't drink it. It might be poisoned..."

Tsk, it was exposed, huh? It's not that easy after all.

Lorne inwardly cursed, then smiled and said, "I'm terribly sorry. This is the only thing we have here. As for whether it's poisonous to humans... to be honest, we don't know. If it doesn't suit your tastes, I'll withdraw it."

"Since you prepared the tea especially for us, it would be impolite not to drink it, wouldn't it?" Arianne picked up the teacup without hesitation. "Stop with the nonsense, Arnold. This level of poison won't affect the two of us."

"But, Holy Woman! Since you know it's poison..."

"Drink."

Arianne ordered without a doubt.

Arnold couldn't help but shudder. He couldn't resist the Holy Woman's orders, so reluctantly, he took the teacup and, holding his nose, emptied it in one gulp.

Arianne also took a sip.

She closed her eyes slightly, savoring it for a moment, then genuinely exclaimed, "To be honest, the taste is really good. It's fragrant with a lingering aftertaste, quite unique... Hm, it doesn't pale in comparison to top-grade black tea produced in Southfield County!"Lorne watched dumbfoundedly from the side.

You actually drank it and even made such serious comments...

Is this the composure of a strong person?

Can't afford to provoke, can't afford to provoke.

...

Pleasantries have been exchanged and the tea has been finished.

It is time to get to the point.

Lorne leaned back slightly and leaned against the back of the chair:

"Well then, let's get back to business, Miss Arianne Campbell. What exactly do you want after traveling all this way? I can't quite guess the thoughts of someone like you, a big shot..."

Arianne chuckled:

"Just as I expected. Although you are the lord of this place, you know nothing. You don't understand the true value of this Dungeon, nor do you understand your own importance.

"As for what I want... well, let me put it this way."

Arianne placed her hands on the table, leaned forward, and gradually moved closer to Lorne. The corners of her mouth slightly curled up, and her eyes shimmered with desire.

"I want you.

"From now on, you belong to me. And this Dungeon will be protected by me!"

Everyone present was dumbfounded by her words. Especially the Paladin Arnold, he was speechless and seemed to be petrified.

At this moment, Lorne felt like there were ten thousand unbridled guanacos rushing through his mind. Sweat dripped from his forehead, doubting whether he had misheard just now:

"What, what kind of joke is this? Did I miss some kind of punchline?"

"I'm very serious."

Arianne smiled mischievously, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned.

Lorne became more and more confused, unable to figure out how serious the other party was: "No, but you are the 'Compassionate Saint,' what do you want me to do with this insignificant Dungeon?"

"What do I want you to do? Of course, it's to do things that we both enjoy." Arianne said with a smile, reaching out and grabbing Lorne's wrist. "I will 'educate' you and teach you various knowledge and skills..."

"Wait a minute. Am I misunderstanding or is your expression problematic?"

"Huh? My expression is not problematic at all, you are already my slave."

"Can I refuse?"

"Slaves have no choice. Come on, show me around, let's go to your bedroom first!"

With that, Arianne grabbed Lorne without hesitation and excitedly walked towards the depths of the Dungeon.

Helena and Aze, who had been silently standing by, looked at each other in confusion. After several seconds, they realized that they should also follow and protect the lord's chastity... if they could.

"So, we will have a mistress here in the future?" Helena muttered.

"Hehehe." Aze shrugged.

The figures of everyone gradually disappeared into the darkness leading to the depths of the Dungeon.

Only the Paladin Arnold remained, still petrified in place.