How I Tame My Valkyrie Harem-Chapter 129: The King Of The Undead Part 1

I had to give Justine a few kisses to convince her to let go of me, and to keep Sarah and Alicia from getting jealous, I had to give them the same treatment. ’Honestly, where’s the professionalism? I also have to hold myself back from going beyond a few kisses, you know? I can only imagine how annoying it would be to have sex in this kind of cold.’

In any case, we continued deeper into the dungeon, which, because of the freezing temperature, already felt like we had stepped into an ice age. The path seemed endless, but before our brains could freeze over, we finally arrived.

"Look!" I pointed out to my Valkyries.

Ahead of us was a passage that opened into a much larger chamber. The core of the dungeon was finally within our grasp—if we were able to defeat the Boss.

We exchanged glances for a moment. It seemed the three of them understood exactly where we were heading—the center of the dungeon, the coldest place in it, and the goal of our mission. No words needed to be said. We stepped forward and entered the dungeon’s core without hesitation.

I was left in awe by the hall before me. That place didn’t belong to our world—it merely took a form that adapted to the structure of the mine. What surprised me the most was the height of the ceiling. It must have been around ten meters tall (close to 32.8 ft), resembling a grand royal hall, though the surfaces of the walls were covered in a thin layer of ice.

"I see you’ve managed to reach my hall." A deep voice echoed toward us.

A few meters ahead stood a staircase of bluish ice, and at the top of it was a frozen throne. Seated upon it was the Boss of that dungeon.

The creature before me felt like a contradiction in itself. Sitting on the throne was a living skeleton, staring directly at us. It wore a king’s mantle, and atop its head, blue flames flickered, forming something like a crown. The same eerie blue glow burned within the empty sockets where its eyes should have been.

I could easily imagine a child like Carl being terrified upon seeing a figure like the one before us—not just because of its appearance, but because even from about eight meters away, I could feel the immense magical power radiating from it.

Sarah and I drew our swords, taking our battle stances. Alicia and Justine faced the Lich as well, their palms directed toward the creature, ready to both attack and defend against the monster.

"I made sure to have my servants lend me their strength," Zalrorg said. Without moving its jaw, its voice echoed throughout the hall. "You defeated the demon I created. It is only fair that I deal with you personally."

That explained why this room was so cold. The dungeon’s temperature had been influenced by the Ghosts that infested the place, but now that they were gone, the chamber where Zalrorg stood had become the epicenter of the freezing air spreading through the mine. The answer was simple—yet terrible for us.

"You ate them?" I asked.

"Of course," the undead replied. "They are undead summoned into this world by me. What better way for them to show gratitude for the honor of serving me than to merge with me—their King?"

That was bad news. Just like we had faced a Derug strengthened by the Ghosts it had absorbed, now we had to face the Boss himself, empowered by every Ghost in the dungeon.

"King?" Alicia muttered.

"That’s right—King," Zalrorg said. Only then did I notice that the crown-like flames atop his head seemed to flicker more intensely with the emotion in his voice. "I am the King of the undead."

I could see a trace of anger rising in Alicia as she heard his words. It was rare to see that kind of expression on her face—such open disdain wasn’t something I had seen even during her arguments with Sarah.

"Well then, prepare yourself, Your Majesty. You’re about to be dethroned," Sarah declared, pointing her sword at the skeleton.

"Is that so?" the Lich replied mockingly. His tone made it clear he didn’t consider us a threat.

It seemed I had just figured out where Derug’s arrogance came from. His personality was nothing more than a reflection of his master and creator—just with far less presence.

Even after making such a bold declaration, I could see Sarah trembling slightly—and something told me it wasn’t from the cold this time.

"How rude of me. I should stand to properly receive my guests," Zalrorg said, lifting his hands from the armrests of his throne.

Then he rose from his seat and calmly walked toward us. It didn’t even look like he was about to fight.

I took the opportunity to check his stats.

[

Name: Zalrorg

Monster: Lich

Level: 30

Health: 400 points

Mana: 200 points

Strength: 5 points

Defense: 5 points

Magic: 60 points

Agility: 5 points

]

All of his stats were low, except for his Magic, which surpassed even Alicia’s. Fortunately, his Agility was poor, so we might still have a chance if we took advantage of that.

Despite his low Defense, that didn’t really matter. Liches, like Ghosts, were immune to physical attacks, which rendered both my sword strikes and Sarah’s useless. As I was still thinking about how to start the fight, the Lich had already closed the distance to about four meters and stopped, staring at us. My time to think was over.

Even at that range, the Lich simply stood there. I found it strange that a monster like him wasn’t making a move, as if he were waiting to be attacked. It didn’t feel like a trap—more like he was so full of himself that he didn’t believe we could harm him at all.

Seeing that we weren’t advancing, Zalrorg addressed us, "What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to attack—"

"Heal."

A feminine voice cut him off before he could finish. Alicia attacked Zalrorg with her healing magic without a second thought.