Dungeon Maker

Chapter 107: Scathach of the Aquarius (4)

One could not be sure how true it was, but among the stories that had been passed down to the Mammon family was one about those who confronted Mammon’s 12 Spirits but got killed for failing to pass their test.

However, Yong-ho did not hesitate. He trusted Aamon and Gusion. If Scathach had been too dangerous for Yong-ho, the two would not have recommended him to meet her.

The island itself was not made of ice. Only the surface of the island as well as a building that resembled a small temple in the middle of the island were covered with ice.

Yong-ho’s subordinate spirits naturally posed themselves for fighting. Instead of picking Aamon, he activated the flame of greed, which opened the path by melting ice.

It was as if the snow was melting. The ice blocking the entrance to the temple also melted quickly as soon as it touched the flame of greed. He felt that the ice was reacting to greed itself, not heat.

Ophelia and Eligos opened the door this time, too. The sunlight pouring from the sky naturally lit the inside of the temple.

All kinds of light sparkled from the colorful stained glass on the ceiling.

And a blue beauty was sitting on the frozen throne underneath it with her chin resting on her hand. Just like everything else on the island, she was also covered with ice.

Yong-ho was confident that she was Scathach, the Immortal Witch.

When he first took Mammon’s magic on the first floor of the arena, he saw her face. She was a beauty with blue hair, holding a water bottle. She could never die thanks to her transcendental vitality.

She opened her eyes. Amid the melting ice, Scathach lifted her head and opened her lips, “Hello.”

She said just one word. Yong-ho instinctively felt that the ‘test’ began.

Something intense passed through their souls. Yong-ho, who closed his eyes instinctively, opened his eyes again in a strange familiarity.

Everyone fell on the floor. Eligos and Catalina fell to the floor, motionless as if they passed over, while Ophelia was moaning, short of breath. Even Skull fell and wriggled on the floor without standing up properly.

Scathach blinked then said in an embarrassed voice, “Uh? Are you alright? Really?”

Even before Yong-ho could respond, Scathach showed her strength once again. This time, too, something intense passed through Yong-ho’s soul, and he finally realized what it was. He seemed to know why it was familiar to him.

It was the real experience of death.

Scathach shocked everyone in Yong-ho’s group strongly enough to make them feel they experienced a dozen deaths.

So, it was natural that they fell down. The test was hard for not only Ophelia, who was trained with psychological magic, but also Skull, who had already experienced death once.

But the test was too easy for Yong-ho. He looked back at Aamon that positioned itself on his right arm before he knew.

As for the experience of death, he experienced it more than three dozen times. Every time he practiced with Aamon, he had to die at least fifteen times.

It might sound strange, but Yong-ho got used to death.

‘They knew it.’

They already knew what Scathach’s test was. That was why not only Gusion but Aamon didn’t mention the test to him at all.

Because of dozens of similar near-death experiences, even Ophelia and Skull passed out.

Scathach looked at Yong-ho, who was still in good shape, with a strange expression then raised her hand again. Yong-ho urgently stopped her action.

“Wait a moment. I have something to give you. This is a letter from the owner of the arena, Gusion with superhuman strength.”

Having said that quickly, he searched for something. However, he stopped moving his hand when Scathach responded quickly, “Uh? It’s from my sweetheart?”

“Your sweetheart?”

He unwittingly asked back, and she nodded with a cheerful smile.

“Yes, my sweetheart, my love.”

Yong-ho recalled Gusion’s face when he gave him the letter.

He seemed to know why Gusion made such an expression at that time.

Her eyes were like those of a zebra before it was eaten by a lion.

‘Gosh, is her memory distorted?’

Scathach was a beauty who seemed to have a very pleasing personality. She was almost as tall as Yong-ho, about 180 cm in height, but the ratio of her body was so good that he didn’t think she was that tall. Moreover, Gusion, Scathach’s alleged boyfriend, was a giant, who was over two meters tall.

Standing side by side, they would probably look good as a couple.

Scathach read the letter carefully twice, no, three times. Given that she was smiling, with one hand on her cheek, she seemed to be happy about the contents of the letter very much.

‘It doesn’t look like a love letter,’ Yong-ho thought.

The man who wrote the letter was none other than Gusion. Yong-ho couldn’t even imagine that clunky man sitting at his desk and writing a love letter.

‘Oh, maybe he could...’

Yong-ho thought there was something cute about him.

But Yong-ho shook his head soon. After stopping such idle delusions, he examined his subordinate spirits lying on the floor. Gently patting Catalina’s wobbly tail, he turned to Scathach.

“Is this really good?”

“It’s okay, it’s good. You might feel shocked, but it doesn’t do any harm to your body, and it has no side effects. I am not a person who is hard on you.”

While talking gibberish like that and waving her hand, she finally folded the letter.

Even after reading it several times, she bit her lips slightly as if she still wanted to keep reading. It took about several minutes for her to put it on the handle of the chair.

He thought that given her behavior, she was far from Mammon’s twelve spirits like Aamon or Gusion.

When he felt Scathach’s test began, he felt some powerful magic at the moment, but it was a very short moment, so he didn’t remember it.

Right now, the only thing that Yong-ho saw was a blue China dress, which was torn off on both sides to reveal her legs, a pure white fur wrapped around her neck and shoulders, and her sky blue hair tied up in a knot beautifully.

“Hmmm. I see. You’re my ‘Little Master,’ according to him,” said Scathach, lightly clearing her throat.

Given her use of the title ‘Little Master’ referring to him, Yong-ho thought she was Gusion’s girlfriend.

“Good to see you. Let me introduce myself again. I am Scathach, the Immortal Witch. I’m one of the twelve spirits serving Mammon, the King of Greed, and a gardener who manages the garden of life.”

Then she asked for a handshake, smiling brightly at him.

Yong-ho was rather embarrassed because this was the first time he met her, which was so different from his encounter with Aamon or Gusion.

‘Well, come to think of it, isn’t this normal?’ he thought.

Rather, Aamon and Gusion were the ones who were abnormal since they abruptly shook hands with him.

Yong-ho gladly held her hand. He introduced himself, meeting her blue eyes.

“I’m Yong-ho Chon, the head of the House of Mammon.

Scathach’s hand was cold, but it felt good.

Since she didn’t let go of his hand even after shaking hands, he had no choice but to withdraw his hand first.

He changed the topic as if to hide his awkwardness.

“As for the garden of life... Are you talking about this place?”

“To tell you more precisely, it refers to the whole ground floor. Well, all the spirits who came with you fell asleep. To be honest with you, since you’re the head of the Mammon family, it’s the first floor of the Labyrinth of Greed.

Scathach slightly winked at him. Somehow, it looked like she could easily answer his questions, so he dared to ask her one of the questions that he had been curious about for a long time.

“How many floors are there in the Labyrinth of Greed?”

“Uh? Has such a basic record been missing? Sorry to ask you, but what is the number of the head of your family? Do you know the name of any previous family head? How much time has passed?”

She asked, tilting her head continuously, which embarrassed him again.

‘Oh, what is the number of my family head anyway?’

He had never asked himself about it. Even when he looked at the family tree, he was content with checking out the family heads, but he never paid any attention to the number of the family heads. Since he overlooked the names of the previous heads, he could not remember any name.

After all, he replied carefully, narrowing his eyebrows, “You don’t know Kaiwan, do you?”

“Don’t know.”

Since she didn’t even know Kaiwan, it was impossible she knew Cayenne.

So, Yong-ho stopped asking and tried in a different way.

“More than a thousand years have passed since Mammon, the King of Greed, disappeared.”

Scathach’s eyes trembled for a moment.