The Bee Dungeon

The God of Fire let out yet another sigh. His flame body had gone dim and cool, like a smoldering ember, while a cloud of heavy smoke hung around him. He tried to stoke himself with other thoughts. The Blazing Berserker herself had taken on an apprentice in the art of fire…though there was the slight complication of said apprentice being a dungeon monster created by Bee. He supposed there’d have to be some negotiations that Bee would no doubt exploit again. Though, Urubran would likely benefit from anything he offered Bee’s dungeon now that her master had joined the Circle, so it wouldn’t be a complete loss.

And yet, even one of his favorite champion passing on her love of fire could not distract him for long. He could not help but think of the delicious mead that Bee and Flower were no doubt drinking…that he wasn’t. He sighed again. Now, he knew it wasn’t Belissar’s fault. The boy was only educated by his adoptive beekeeper who herself had only learned to read due to her interest in various theological texts, so his knowledge base was understandably limited. So, it was natural he wouldn’t have realized that burning honey would kill off any normal yeast.

But did he really have to wait until after all the other meads were ready before checking?! Fire let out a third cloud of smoke. Well, at least the boy had gotten a hot spring…that Fire may or may not have ensured contained heat-resistant yeast. He just had to be patient and try to distract himself…

Just then, a spot of green broke through the ashes coating the ground of his domain. Shoots grew and twisted together before starting to bloom into flowers. They took the shape of a woman…holding two bottles in each of her hands with an infuriating grin on her face.

“Heyyy Fire! Hey, check this out! It’s mead! Mead made from the nectar of flowers, imbued with mana and sincere feelings of gratitude!”

Fire’s body began to burn a bit hotter as he crossed his arms.

“Yes, Flower. I can see that.”

She lifted her bottle.

“Then let’s make a toast…”