Emilia looked down onto her palm.

  System flashed before her eyes and displayed slightly different information about the gun than Reylin had told her before.

  It was a dwarven's creation!

  [The Dwarven's Unusual Creation - Prototype Fast Shooter!]

  [Dwarves had created it by mistake and swore to develop it further. It's far from perfect, and you are using one of the first prototypes!]

  Emilia's ghost had received that weapon by mistake.

  She had developed her fame on it, though!

  And Emilia's task was to slay as many undead as possible through this gun.

  She would develop her own style through it, learn it further, and then continue developing it with the dungeon's new abilities.

  The dungeon's purpose was to fulfill the ghost's wish, get epic items through from the undead, and then absorb the skills from the temporary class change.

  It would be an excellent asset to their already great skills.

  Reylin approached Emilia after he had cleaned the area with her.

  Had he not lent a hand, Emilia still would have been fighting with the undead, and no way she would recognize her weapon as one Reylin had told her before.

  He slid his arm around her waist with one hand, then the other grabbed Emilia's hand. She promptly raised her eyes at him, but Reylin scrutinized the weapon already.

  It was an old gun, similar to a revolver, and Reylin's one look allowed him to learn about its weakness.

  Of course, it was speed.

  The bullets were speed, and it seemed like Emilia's holy flames were the cure for it, but Reylin knew that it was just the weapon's design.

  While Reylin's eyes peeked into the weapon, his other hand slipped into Emilia's pants. She jolted faintly while feeling his hot hand seizing her buttocks. She even tensed down below while Reylin grabbed her flesh.

  She joined her thighs and stared into his eyes.

  However, Reylin kept his eyes on the gun, and that was a wound to Emilia's heart!

  Was she a mere addition to the scenario? Was her ass just for some rest? Of course, that was not the case, and she was even ready to bring out the contract and Reylin's words after he had signed it.

  Alas, Emilia was fated to remain silent as Reylin shifted his eyes toward her.

  She was pretty red, blushing no end. That was certainly not due to the exhaustion, and Reylin smiled widely, "I did just as you said. Why do I feel some indignation within those beautiful eyes?"

  "Flirting now?" Emilia blushed deeply, "Isn't that gun more interesting than me?" And in a subsequent second, she glared further.

  That was the usual emotional snap that Reylin would always find amusing.

  "I just say what comes on my tongue, and I do what I feel like doing," Reylin brought his face closer, "I feel like checking my ass, and so I do it."

  "Check it properly then," Emilia said, then threw her eyes to the side.

  Reylin widened his lips and squeezed her ass a few times more. He then let her hand go and slapped her ass before taking it out of her panties.

  It was pretty dangerous to have some fun in this place, and the priestess was well aware of it.

  She inwardly knew that Reylin wouldn't request anything stupid.

  After he let her go, Emilia asked, "How can you use your skills?"

  "Because I love flames," Reylin bluntly replied.

  It hit Milkyona's believer and her status, so Emilia didn't comment further on that. If Reylin didn't want to share any secret with her, then so be it.

  But after giving it another thought, Emilia inferred that Reylin shouldn't have lied to her, nor he would keep anything secret about the dungeon as she was a valuable help here.

  The thoughts that had run across her mind made her bite her lips tightly, and she stood like a wrong lady.

  Reylin explained what had happened to him and his current task.

  His eyes shifted to the ghost behind Emilia, "What about you?"

  "I just have to slay undead…… The amount is crazy, though," Emilia honestly said.

  "Crazy is my second name," Reylin sneered.

  Emilia threw a side-glance, "I can assert it." She then asked worriedly, "About that first living being…… Do you want to deal with him?"

  She spoke about the person Estras had mentioned to Reylin before.

  Of course, killing that person would bring many benefits as he had probably received some quest as well.

  It meant treasures or simply money.

  However, his moves had been unusual from the beginning, just as Estras had stressed out, so Reylin casually replied, "If he goes against us, we will kill. That's all. My goal is to find the ghosts related to the fire race and learn more about them."

  All for his fire heart!

  Emilia nodded, then looked over her clothes.

  Those were so tattered she wanted to take out spare clothes. She would rip them and stitch together the parts that exposed her skin, but she stopped.

  Other than Reylin, no one else was here.

  She didn't think of ghosts as a bother, and this kind of appearance might help her deal with Reylin.

  He had already groped her ass, and she didn't really mind it!

  For Milkyona, Emilia would do more than the contract had stated…… However, as Emilia peeked at Reylin's face, she whispered within her heart, 'I haven't thought of Lord as much lately…… Rather, all I thought was him.'

  That was utterly despicable!

  'He must've waited for that zombie! This rascal took his time to appear at the best time possible to save a damsel in distress! How despicable!' Emilia stomped on the ground and glowered at her partner!

  Reylin didn't know what made her act like this, but he had his own thoughts.

  He smirked, and that smile riled up Emilia more!

  "Hey, come closer," Reylin said suddenly.

  Emilia squinted her eyes and approached him.

  In an instant, Reylin took out a black robe. He wrapped it around Emilia and looked at her from top to bottom, "It should do." He said in a whisper, "No one can see my priestess naked." And he kissed her forehead.

  So far, Reylin never acted too romantic with her, but that kind of tone made Emilia's heart pound so much she stood dazed.

  Her hands grasped the robes tightly, and she nodded.

  "If we happen to see that guy, and he sees your tattered clothes somehow, tell me…… If I happen to miss it, that is," Reylin smiled while holding Emilia's chin.

  She nodded again, acting quite docile.

  Reylin nodded with satisfaction, "Enough of playing around. Show me your gun again."

  After Reylin saw the weapon, he stamped his thumb on the barrel. The flames teemed the weapon's insides, and it scared the ghost that had been floating behind Emilia all this time.

  She made a horrific face, one that was seen in horrors!

  Reylin didn't even pay her attention.

  He let his thumb go and said, "Your bullets will be faster now. As for your holy flames, that's all up to you, I guess."

  "Yes, thanks," Emilia nodded, half-dazed.

  Reylin spun around and began the second slaughter.

  Following him, Emilia's heart recited, "Lord Milkyona…… What kind of player have you offended?"

  A change of heart was pretty much given at this point.