The two Scarlet Women Fairy Tail Male reader X Erza Scarlet X Irene Belserion

Pain

The cold, medieval stone floor beneath my makeshift bedroll did little to ease the discomfort of my sleep. As I stirred in the dim light, I realized the rough terrain hadn't been the most hospitable place to rest. Slowly waking up, my hand shifted unintentionally closer to Elsie, who lay beside me.

The dim light revealed the sleeping forms of our companions, and as my hand found an unintended resting place, Elsie suddenly jolted awake. Her eyes widened in surprise, and before she fully registered the situation, a startled scream escaped her lips. In an instant, she was on her feet, a whirlwind of scarlet fury.

The accusation rang in the cavern as Elsie exclaimed, "You pervert!" Her face flushed with embarrassment and indignation, she began delivering swift kicks, each one accompanied by vehement accusations.

I, now fully awake and realizing the misunderstanding, attempted to explain myself between the kicks. "I swear it was unintentional! I must have shifted in my sleep," I pleaded, but Elsie's frustration continued unabated.

The cavern echoed with her protests, rousing the rest of the group from their sleep. I could see Elsie's fiery glare as I tried to deflect her kicks, the turmoil unfolding in the dim light.

Her final kick, a swift and precise blow, landed with unexpected accuracy on my groin, causing me to let out a pained yelp as I doubled over. The cavern filled with echoes of my discomfort.

Laying on the ground, I noticed Aerith, now fully awake and assessing the situation, intervened with a stern expression. "Enough of this turmoil. Let's focus on the challenges that lie ahead."

Elsie, still seething with a mix of anger and embarrassment, reluctantly agreed, shooting one final glare my way before settling back into her makeshift sleeping space.

The campfire's flickering light resumed its quiet dance, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the emotional turbulence of the medieval night. Nursing a mild ache from the unexpected wake-up call, I couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictability of our dungeon expedition—a journey filled with both mystical challenges and unexpected moments of medieval comedy.

The group now fully awake slowly prepared for the day, Elsies enchantments had proven usefull as she was able to create a fire. Cooking the food the expedition had with it. Elsie sat beside me. Looking seemingly regretful. "I'm sorry for overreacting." She whispered and I looked over to her. "It's fine, was it due to past trauma?" I asked and she made a small nod. "Sort of."

Rudeus looked over to me with pitty. "Don't tell me this happened to you too." I asked and he chuckled silently. "Actualy yes, first time?" He asked and I nodded still trying to get over it.

Elsie handed me my food. "I've already apologized." She stated and sat beside me again eating her food. We'd soon be heading further in and enjoyed the last moment of company.

As the group delved deeper into the medieval depths of the dungeon, we stumbled upon a vast chamber illuminated by the faint glow of ancient torches. The air was heavy with the weight of forgotten centuries, and the stone walls held the secrets of civilizations long lost to time.

In the center of the chamber lay a collection of artifacts, each radiating a powerful energy that hinted at their mystical origins. These were no ordinary items; they were relics from a bygone era, weapons crafted by civilizations that had wielded magic far beyond our medieval understanding.

Aerith, her eyes widening with recognition, spoke with a measured tone, "These artifacts hold immense power. They were created by ancient civilizations that have long vanished from the pages of human history, maybe even those of Elven ones."

The group gathered around the artifacts, eyes filled with a mix of awe and trepidation. Elinalise, her magical intuition sharp as ever, whispered, "These are not just weapons; they are remnants of a time when magic was harnessed in ways we can only imagine."