Reborn Regress Return: I Am the Heir of Shadows!

The dungeon of Kazzan Tor wasn't particularly long in the original game.

The dungeon was limited to the first boss fight and then a gauntlet. For the gauntlet, a party needed to fight goblins, which spawned almost endlessly. Then, they would push through to the dungeon's exit and find a special chest.

"This place smells really bad..."

Fran sniffed the air while walking around the dusty room—she wiped across the old table with her fingertips as she examined the axe stuck in the cracked wood.

The party found themselves in the half of Hope, a room used by the previous dwarven king and his counsel when making policies. A unique white marble with a mysterious, was used for the walls, shimmering even now.

A series of thick pillars with dwarven letters etched into them placed at the entrance, exit, and around the table gave it a unique atmosphere.

Old books and documents filled the surrounding walls.

"It was the place where the dwarves used to hold their meetings."

Julian muttered while reading through some of the dusty old tomes and books with faded writing in a language that seemed strange to him.

'I can't read this...'

He couldn't feel the dust or grime from the long years of abandonment—the cool leather gauntlets on his hands managed the temperature and kept his arms warm, even if he made them invisible.

'So useful.'

A delicate hand suddenly tapped his shoulder before a soft and seductive voice whispered in his ear as Maria pulled him to face her.

"Julian, can you help me wear this breastplate?"

"Huh? Help you wear it, but..." His eyes examined her body, the shapely curves of her hips swaying as she noticed his gaze.

"You like them big, right?"

Maria's lips faintly touched his ears, blowing warm air down his neck.

She whispered in a low, breathy voice, curling her lips into a smile when she noticed his eyes turning away.

"Look, there's a wall there that blocks sight."

'Why can't she ask Fran...'

Despite his thoughts, he understood why and accepted that Maria started approaching him more aggressively since the battle.

The moment he gazed at the small section that would hide them from Fran's eyes, Maria's soft, decadent mounds pressed against his chest as if to distract him.

"Don't think about the NPC, okay?"

Maria's words made Julian's brows furrow, but he let her drag him over to the side because he wanted to see if she could wear it. Normally, guardians or assault classes could wear heavy armour like chain mail or metal breastplates.

'But a dancer?'

Maria's juicy cheeks swayed with a heavenly bounce with each step, and her heels tapped the ground as if to enhance her allure like an evil witch.

"Haha, do you think Sena will get mad if I tell her you did this?"

"Don't bother..."

He lowered his voice, pushed Maria against the stone bookshelf with a slight thud, narrowed his eyes, and gripped her shoulder with a bitter smile painted on his lips.

"Ahh~ so aggressive."

"Don't play with me, you've been like this since we met and I am a little sick of it."

'It's exhausting to play her games.'

Her eyes glistened as she gazed at Julian's face, examining his reactions and expressions while trying to understand him.

"I'm sorry."

'Did I get too excited?'

'What can I do... when I finally reunited with him again, and he knew who I was?'

Maria's eyes flashed with a strange emotion.

Her head lowered, and she nodded before turning away from him and biting her lower lip.

The frustration of being Sena's friend and carrying feelings she knew were wrong distorted and messed up her mind.

"..."

Julian didn't understand, but when he saw Maria's hopeless, broken-hearted expression, his chest became heavy, irritating him even more, yet he refused to admit these feelings and cause trouble between him and Sena.

"Haa... it's fine, then hurry up and tell me what you needed my help with."

Because of the excitement from the fight and how it didn't feel like a game, he forgot she could just click the equipment item button.

'I am an idiot.'

However, Maria seemed adamant that she wore it manually, which confused him.

"Here... can you help me?"

Maria's long fingers slipped along her dress, unfastening the buttons and loosening the tied silk threads that made bows along her waist.

Rustle!

Julian watched her dress slip to the floor.

When he finally saw what she wore, it initially confused him a little.

A black sports bra, small but supportive and a red thong with a thin string slipped between her plush, juicy crack.

"Eh?"

The issue wasn't the fact her clothes were erotic, barely able to hold her abundant chest from swaying and jiggling, but that those items weren't from the game. Those were clothes Julian clearly saw in the real world in her room.

'Weren't they the clothes she tossed on her dressing table?'

"Are you surprised?"

"Of course... how did you manage this?"

Julian's interest in Maria breaking the rules caused him to forget she stood half naked, her red hair peeking from the soft cotton of her thong as he shook her shoulders.

'You were always a weirdo when you became focused on something.'

'I'm glad you haven't changed.'

Maria's red lips curled into a smile as she cupped his cheeks, and her lips parted seductively.

"I can use my item storage in real life, from the moment I registered with the game I managed to bring things like underwear and clothes into the game... what's interesting is the game digitalised them and gave them attributes and stats."

'What?!'

This discovery made Julian curious.

Could he do that in real life, too...?

The difference might seem little, but what if his normal training outfit gained a positive increase in his attributes, and it remained in reality?

"Maria, to what extent have you tried using this skill?"

'Ah... your eyes look so beautiful when you are excited, Julian. How long have I waited to reunite with you, and have you remember me?'

In his enthusiasm, he didn't notice that he had pressed her against the cold marble bookcase, her soft flesh squished against the wall.

"Ngh... it's a little sore, can you let go?"

"Oh, sorry I was just... Ack?"

Maria's hands wrapped around his arm.

With a fluid movement, she flipped their positions and thudded Julian against the bookshelf.

"Fufu, did you not expect this?"

The sweet scent of her breath mixed with the faint scent of sweat. Julian couldn't deny that Maria smelled nice—even her natural odour was bewitching and addictive. "Don't bring up Sena, I am sure she wouldn't mind... knowing everything."

"Tsk... what do you meant everything?"

"Oh, Julian, Prince Julian will you keep acting ignorant... I remember how you looked on that day you collapsed in the city, all those years ago."

'What?!'

'But I only visited the capital two days ago!'

"Didn't you realise how strange things were, why was Avalon just a game in this world? Did you never think that our home might still exist?"

"No."

"Eh, why?" Maria's eyes widened at Julian's definitive response—she seemed unable to believe he would say something like that.

'How could I care about that world anymore...'

Julian's eyes became dull.

His hands clenched so tightly that his arms shook. He let out a low grunt and pushed Maria away from his face, turning away.

"I don't understand, why... you loved Avalon more than anyone else!"

This side of Maria awakened memories within him, the prideful and noble Eleanor who refused to let him be alone. Yet with each positive memory with her that appeared, two negative ones accompanied it.

"What... why did you think that?" Julian's low voice, like a pair of boots dragging against the floor, reluctant to open up—he wanted to avoid the topic.

"I don't believe it, you always used to speak about the things we would do together."

Her vibrant voice echoed through the halls.

Maybe it shocked Fran because the shuffling of feet echoed afterwards and caused the two to realise their position.

"Take out the breastplate."

"Tell me why you have change so much!"

Julian's back trembled, a cold snap sliding across his spine as she gazed up at him with her beautiful emerald eyes.

A nostalgic expression of worry mixed with curiosity.

'I could never win against her when she got like this... Is this some kind of punishment, not just Sena but to meet you here again in this second—no, third chance?'

"Tell me, Julian!"

Maria's hands gripped Julian's chest, pulling on his outfit.

The couple struggled for a moment, and he tried to refuse but couldn't. Julian frowned with a fierce glare and snapped back at her in a sharp tone, revealing his inner feelings.

"Why would that place matter to me, after you were gone?"

"Eh?"

The words echoed through the white halls as he grabbed the metal plate and wrapped it around her chest. There were no lustful thoughts, only the desire to keep her safe. Julian couldn't push her away after admitting that Maria was Eleanor.

"Do you mean that... Julian?"

Julian's eyes shifted, and they noticed the shocked expression on Maria's face as her outstretched hand trembled in the air.

"Did you truly grieve my loss, My Prince?"