My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

Chapter 590

“I didn’t even level…” Faeyna pouted unhappily.

The nature of our progress down the dungeon had meant that there were basically no leveling opportunities for the girls. Faeyna, who had come with the hope of increasing her Cook job, ended up unable to do as such. At the moment, I was still a bit better than her at cooking. Well, even if our jobs were the same, I had other attributes, such as my knowledge from another world, that meant that if she truly wanted to become a skilled cook, I’d probably have to train her myself.

Fortunately, on top of the Increased and Advanced Learning, there was Increased and Advanced Teaching. If we combined the two, I could genuinely teach her how to cook food from my own world, and it hopefully wouldn’t take too long. However, there was a condition for that. I wanted something from Faeyna as well.

Faeyna blushed, pushing her fingers together. “You don’t need to make me. I’ve already promised to give you my body.”

“No! I mean… I want to learn clean up magic! Clean up!”

I found it extremely useful, and it had been on my list for a while to learn. With Faeyna as the teacher, it probably wouldn’t be so bad.

“M-master… learning to clean up… I’m your maid… are you seriously trying to replace me?” She said tearfully.

“No! You’re very important to me! Haven’t I said as much? Stop crying!”

It took a while to get her to settle down. I didn’t have to go away, but it did involve practicing some tongueship before she finally relaxed enough. Even if she wanted to travel with us in the dungeons as a support, she wouldn’t be able to do it all the time. The biggest reason I took her down to this dungeon was so that she had the points to use Portal on her own. With the ability to jump around with Portals, she could not only manage both homes, but she could also propel my mercantile business to further Chalm’s trade plans. Although that had been why I was willing to bring her to the dungeons, I did still wonder a bit about her own choice.

“I’m a little surprised that you were willing to risk your life in this dungeon. Not a lot of people are willing to, especially for a goal like cooking or craftsmanship.”

Aberis was a country where having two jobs was relatively rare, although I heard it could be obtained by getting a high enough level in a job or there are even items that allowed such a thing, but they definitely were never exported to a place like Aberis.  Thus, most craftsmen didn’t learn crafts by putting their lives on the line. Even if they wanted to, it took a lot of guts to enter a dungeon without a job with any fighting talent. While I wouldn’t say there weren’t rich people who would hire a team of Adventurers to protect and level them, it wasn’t the choice for most craftsmen. Part of it was that there were limits to what the job could teach you. At some point, you’d need to gain a teacher.

“I guess, with Master here… I never felt like it was dangerous.” Faeyna admitted. “I haven’t been afraid since I entered. I’ve had confidence that Master would figure out any problem, or something like that.”

So, she had that much trust in me since the beginning. It looked like I couldn’t disappoint her.