The Way to Absolute Dungeon Administration – There Is No Reason To Meet With the Opponent! - Volume 02 Chapter 08: The Importance of Private Rooms

Volume 02 Chapter 08: The Importance of Private Rooms

Side: Milly

After finishing his talk with Selaria-sama, Yuki-san turns to us.

“Alright, you heard, right? The number’s set—400 people. I’m planning to prepare housing for them. So, what kind of homes do you think would be good?”

His unhesitating request for our input fills me with endless respect.

Even with the superhuman power of a Dungeon Master, he wields it for others’ sake with such nobility and kindness.

Compared to some Saintesses from certain countries, he’s far more like a savior.

We slaves were destined to be used up as mere playthings.

But I was bought by Mauve-san and the others, met Yuki-san, and now see a new era unfolding.

When I tell him this, he just gives a wry smile, saying, “Nothing’s really started yet.”

But I know. If the future he’s shown us comes to pass, tragedies like ours will be far fewer.

He said that, while making misfortunes zero is impossible, he’ll reduce them as much as he can. His refusal to make grand promises only adds to his persuasiveness.

With a Dungeon Master’s power, I might even believe “zero,” but still.

He doesn’t let that power make him arrogant or self-righteous; he seeks our cooperation.

…Honestly, if Yuki-san declared he’d conquer Rocheur or Gartz and raised an army, I’d follow him.

That’s how much I trust him.

…Is this what fate feels like?

For now, he doesn’t seem fond of dictatorship or monarchy, so he’s not embracing us to produce heirs.

Ratsu and Labiris-chan are making their moves, so I’m staying on the sidelines.

…Well, my comment did force Lulua-sama to bear Yuki-san’s child.

I hold a personal grudge, but her abilities surpass ours.

So, let’s use her. For a superior child, Lulua-sama can serve as a tool for pleasure.

I hope this breaks Yuki-san’s monogamy mindset and gives us all a chance to bear his children.

…Everyone sees Lulua-sama’s condition as nominal, planning to keep her alive even without a child. But I see no reason to shelter a harmful creature who can’t even bear Yuki-san’s child—I’d rather kill her.

She should just handle Yuki-san’s nightly needs without joining these discussions.

If a child’s born, we’ll raise it. No worries. It’ll carry Yuki-san’s blood, so we’ll cherish it. Lulua-sama can wear a collar and spend her life locked in a room.

As I entertain these dark thoughts, Yuki-san asks for my opinion.

“…I see, that’s Ratsu’s take. Hey, Milly, what kind of place did you live in?”

“Me? When I worked at the guild, I shared a room in Kildo’s dormitory with three colleagues. My family home wasn’t much different either.”

“No private room?”

“No, private rooms are a privilege for wealthy merchants, mid-to-high nobles, or royalty.”

Yuki-san looks deep in thought.

“Eris, what’s Yuki-san puzzling over?”

I missed some of the talk, lost in thought, so I quietly ask Eris.

“What… Oh, probably worrying about Elju-sama or Lulua-sama again. I get it, but Yuki-san’s topic is more important, you know?”

“Sorry, I’ll pay attention. What’s he saying?”

“Yuki-san’s talking about giving private rooms to the incoming slaves and stationed soldiers—one room per person if they don’t have families.”

“What? Even with Yuki-san’s kindness, that might make the slaves get cocky…”

We’re forbidden from revealing Yuki-san’s existence to the incoming slaves.

His presence must stay a secret in our hearts.

So, we can’t use the Dungeon Master title to command respect or fear from them.

We representatives will manage the slaves initially.

But giving private rooms—a privilege of high status—might make them lose their sense of being slaves and stop listening.

“The whole point of calling them slaves is an excuse for employment and to erase discrimination, right?”

“I get that, but… No, if even regular refugees see private rooms as the norm here, that could work, right?”

Ratsu interprets Yuki-san’s proposal.

“Exactly. If slaves, the continent’s lowest class, get one room each, it’ll help dismantle discrimination.”

“But, Onii-san, the employment system and slave treatment here should already be enough to tackle discrimination.”

Ratsu’s right—the incoming slaves can’t imagine it, but this place is like paradise.

Even without private rooms, having a proper place to sleep and meals is generous for slaves.

Sleeping curled up on the floor and eating scraps—that’s the norm for slaves. Thinking this, I share my opinion.

“Yuki-san, why not house the slaves together like us, maybe 100 or 50 per room instead of 400? Do you have some attachment to private rooms?”

“Oh, you don’t get what private rooms mean… Alright, everyone, follow me.”

Yuki-san starts walking, still carrying Labiris-chan.

Honestly, I’m jealous of Labiris, Asrin, and Filia.

“Oh, isn’t this the Dungeon Core room?”

Ratsu says. Indeed, this should be the core’s room.

When we first arrived, we were strictly told not to touch it.

Back then, I didn’t understand, but now, knowing the core is the dungeon’s heart, I wouldn’t dare.

“Yup, a dummy, though. Anyway, over here.”

“Huh?! Onii-san, this core’s fake?!”

“Would I put the real one somewhere obvious? It’s a real core, just not tied to the dungeon’s functions.”

“…So it’s real but not the real one.”

Ratsu’s beyond shocked—she’s exasperated. Yuki-san’s so thorough.

Then, the left wall moves, revealing a door.

…This room itself is like a hidden chamber, and there’s another one?

Could any adventurer even reach this place?

From what I’ve heard, this dungeon’s traps are more brutal than any other.

“Here’s my private room. Come on in.”

Yuki-san opens the door and invites us.

“Excuse us.”

We say as we’re led to the entrance.

“Oh, take off your shoes there. Like at the inn. Slippers are available.”

We’re ushered into Yuki-san’s private room.

…It’s beyond our comprehension.

“W-W-What… This place…”

“Well, I’ll be. The inn was just a fraction of this for you, Onii-san?”

It’s smaller than the banquet hall, but… it’s so refined.

I’ve seen many rooms, but this has a different kind of elegance, unlike noble-favored inns.

Each piece of furniture isn’t lavish but sleek, with no wasted design.

On the pristine desk are copy paper and a strange device with a Call screen.

The wall has a bookshelf filled with colorful books.

Vivid landscape paintings adorn it, and a corner displays a dungeon map screen.

“There’s a lot of unusual stuff, I know. Sit down. Fifteen’s a crowd… Eight on the sofa, five at the table chairs. Sorry, the rest take the floor. …Good thing I expanded the room.”

Prompted by Yuki-san, I sit on the sofa.

The kids trail after him.

“Anyone who can’t drink milk?”

Yuki-san checks with care.

Such thoughtfulness.

“Alright, let’s make some cocoa.”

Cocoa? What’s that?

After a bit, Labiris and the others return with cups on a tray.

“You okay?”

“Onii-chan, stay seated!! Asrin’s helpful!!”

“Yup!!”

“…Yuki, give up.”

They’re a bit unsteady but distribute the cocoa-filled cups.

It’s warm, brown… muddy water?

“Looks weird, but try it. It’s not poison.”

Following Yuki-san’s words, I take a sip…

“Sweet?!”

“Wha?! What’s this?! It’s insanely delicious?! Is there sugar in it?!”

Only Ratsu and I blurt out words. The others, wide-eyed, keep sipping.

“Oh, is sugar a luxury too?”

“Of course…”

“Yup.”

Yuki-san’s truly unfathomable.

“So, Onii-san, why bring us here? Not just for cocoa, right?”

“It’s part of it. What do you think of this room?”

“It’s… very you, Onii-san.”

Ratsu answers.

I agree. It’s not overly fancy but refined and feels gentle.

Each piece of furniture, even this cup, seems used with affection, not just utility.

It’s oddly spacious yet comforting.

“Right? A private room makes you want to fill it with your hobbies. Milly, mind if I princess-carry you?”

“Huh? Uh?”

“No time—if you hate it, I’ll apologize later.”

Before I can answer, Yuki-san lifts me.

Oh, bliss…

As I’m dazed, a “click” sounds.

“Thanks. You okay? Sorry if you didn’t like it.”

“No!! Anytime’s welcome!!”

My cheeks must’ve been red even after he set me down.

Yuki-san fiddles with something on the desk.

A square box below spits out paper.

“Here, Milly. This is a photo. Uh, how to explain… It captures a scene perfectly.”

He shows me the photo.

“Oh, that’s me and Yuki-san from just now?!”

The photo shows me being carried, with Yuki-san.

He’s looking at it, but I was so flustered then, I just stared at his face.

“That’s amazing!”

“…I’m jealous. Take one of me too.”

Everyone peeking at the photo praises it and wants their own.

“Milly, you asked if I’m attached to private rooms, right?”

“Yes.”

“This kind of thing—you’d display it secretly in your room, not show it to everyone, right?”

“…I wouldn’t want strangers seeing it.”

Because in that photo, I’m gazing at Yuki-san, smitten.

Oh, it’s embarrassing but thrilling. Photos… they’re wonderful!!

“So, with a private room, you’d display photos or collect hobby items. That’d make wages circulate in the dungeon, right?”

“Oh, that’s your aim. True, if we employ people but they don’t spend, we’d dry up with our limited funds. I’m convinced about private rooms.”

Ratsu nods in agreement.

“What about you, Milly?”

“No complaints!! Also, can I have more photos?! I want a private room too!!”

“More of the same photo’s pointless… You all already have private rooms at the inn. I planned for everyone to have one. Back at the inn, discuss and pick your rooms.”

After, everyone took photos with Yuki-san to display in their rooms.

A group photo will go in the inn’s entrance.

Yuki-san’s vision is truly wonderful.

I’ll do anything for you.

Please, may your kind face never twist in pain…

Oh, later, we found a book in Yuki-san’s bookshelf with tons of women’s nude pictures. Hobby or not, we judged it and tore it up.

Yuki-san’s face did twist, but we decided that doesn’t count as a hobby.