I ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED A DUNGEON

Exactly ten minutes after Felix left the mansion, Marcus summoned his personal staff and stepped outside with his valet Ceaser. A footman drove the carriage. He immediately got off the carriage as soon as it stopped. Ceaser got up to the driver’s seat silently and Marcus sat inside of the coach cabin and closed his eyes.

The carriage started moving, the noise of wheels rolling steadily on cobblestone, the city moving past in the blurry line of lamplight and shutters as night was falling. The streets became quieter and less populated, shops were replaced by residential houses and at last the carriage stopped before a two-storey wooden house that was well maintained and unpretentious and had registration of only one person – Marcus.

He got off the carriage, stood for a minute looking left and right. There was nobody on the street. He entered the house through the front door followed by Ceaser. They ascended to the second floor, their steps sounded softly on the wooden floor and stopped before the second door on the right. Ceaser opened the door and stood outside leaving Marcus enter and he closed the door taking up a strict posture with his folded hands and his eyes facing forward.

The room was dark; there was only a little red object hanging above the table that cast a faint pulsating light on the walls. Marcus moved inside the room, took a chair and sat down. The figure of a man dressed in the cloak was already sitting opposite him motionlessly, his features hidden behind the shadows of hood.

"I have already delivered the previous season’s ore." Marcus clasped his hands together on the table. "What do you need to talk to me about now?"

"Our deal ends here." The figure spoke with a clear and composed voice. "You will not be delivering to us anymore."

"What— what is this?" Marcus shot upright in his seat.

"You are almost out of your resources. If we push any more, others will take notice." The figure leaned its head to the side. "You have received everything you have been asking for. There is nothing to complain about."

"No, but why?" Marcus raised his voice in shock and disbelief. "Thirty years. Our deal has been going on for thirty years now. This cannot end like this. There are at least five more years of productive life left in that mine."

"Perhaps." The figure nodded once. "Regardless, we are done after this point."

"This has something to do with the maid or Felix, doesn’t it?" Marcus slammed his fist onto the table. "You are withdrawing because he witnessed the exchange? Because he might go and tell the Duke everything?"

"He’s an interesting one."

"He is nothing." Marcus pushed his chair back from the table with a scrape. "A nobody. Many have seen exchanges such as this throughout the years, and none of them amounted to anything. I can take care of Felix myself, without any help from you."

"You can’t." The figure did not falter in the slightest in tone. "Not many people in this town have the guts to oppose what he is capable of. You and your men definitely don’t."

"What did you just say?"

"You should be thankful that he did not react to your threats." The figure rose from its seat. "You have already made a mistake. You will pay for it."

"You can handle him, though, right?" Marcus lurched forward across the table, hope cracking his composure completely. "Just kill him for me. Whatever you want, I’ll lower the price on the next delivery, give you double the amount, anything you want."

The figure took Marcus’s hand from the sleeve of its cloak with calmness.

"Sorry, we do not perform miracles."

Felix walked into the merchant house, stepping on the broken door he’d just kicked in. Six people were laying unconscious on the ground behind him. He didn’t know why he was there. He was chasing after an idea, a feeling that Marcus had not told him everything. Whether it all was true or none of it was, one thing had become clear to Felix - Marcus did not have Marisol.

Mateo remained.

Where the fuck do I even start looking for one guy in this town when I only have his reputation?

He went into the record room and opened the ledgers on the shelves of the room. Mostly, he looked for information about exchanging ores and other boring stuff.

"Just wait and see, you noble bastard," he mumbled, turning the pages faster now. "You will rot in jail before you see it coming. Just one piece of information, just one detail. And the Duke will be knocking on your doorstep."

He spent almost an hour searching the shelves until one piece of paper slipped out from the old receipt book and landed on the floor. He bent down and picked up the paper, turning it over in his hands.

It was an illustration. It was rough and not polished, with only the lines drawing it, but the image itself was unmistakable. It was a picture of a man standing tall with his face looking up at the sky, with stars raining down around him.

Felix became completely still.

"No." His voice was a whisper. "I saw this description before somewhere."

Sabrina’s past.

He opened the ledger fast and traced the page back to where the paper had dropped and saw the name printed in black and white.

Edwardo Aldric.

He froze in his place. Next to the name, there was only one little word.

Completed.

"Why does it say ’completed’? Why is it ’completed’?" Felix was angry and surprised at the same time. "This shipment was stolen. It ruined all his life. It was not some accidental thing either. Saynok River, the same route. Kingdom of Tomorrow, the same buyers."

He stumbled back one step, feeling the whole thing hit him at once. The configuration was disgustingly familiar – the same configuration as the ghost house, the same organization, the same deserted ruin for someone else to inherit.

"Mateo." The name tumbled out of him almost of its own accord. "That boy, Kite. He was such a skinny little kid. Didn’t eat much of anything when he was with us. But that kitchen. It had way too much food for one person living by himself."

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