A/N: The second half of this chapter is dedicated to NeoNazo356

Is it wrong to try to pick up Girls in a Dungeon with my scary senpai?

Grey Faction x DanMachi Crossover

"Mark, alias Dingir, alias Hestia's Monster - for the first time now has others working alongside him, now a familia of three, will this fearsome level 5 be able to manage being a familia captain to a newbie harem protagonist and a Pallum girl using him as a father figure?"

Part 10 – Elf, Erotica, and Goblin Slayer

Alf was currently inside her favourite bookstore which catered to romance and erotica; or adult romance as the elfish princess preferred to call it, the small store was on the outskirts of the red light district, squished between far more imposing shops. The store was run by a trio of young amazons, who were a common sight in this part of the city, due to the amazon's patron god also being the runner of most brothels in Orario. Amazons were a race of all women, dark skinned, and strong for their size, even those without Falna. Like Dryads, they historically kidnapped men when they wanted to increase their numbers or when in need enjoyment that came with casual flings.

It ran in contrast to what elves did, who typically married, like many humans did. Not that Alf could fault them, with how their culture differed from most being one gendered. Many worked in the red light district because it provided them strong men to choose from, as was their typical preference. Also it got society off their back for the most part for all the man-napping. The men now came to them. Though Alf was far more 'selective' about the men she took to bed – extremely rare such an occurrence was, due to her avoiding alcohol with great effort. Being one of the 'elders' of the Loki familia left her too busy, and she had help raise most of the current generation in their familia, and saw them as children, even though she still had the appearance of a young woman of perhaps twenty-one or two.

In any case, Alf rather liked the teasing and knowing amazons, as their lack of a ranked society meant her own titles meant nothing to them; she was just another woman to them, something she had appreciated. She was a princess and the heir apparent of the elven throne in the forest kingdom a continent away. Most treated her differently, with reverence and respect, and often with hidden agendas. It was one of the reasons she had left her home over ninety years ago, getting help from a visiting goddess to escape the trappings of royal life.

However many attempts had been made to force Alf back home about forty years ago, after her parents died. However as a (then) level four mage, she simply blasted them away. Her parents had left the throne to a council which had members of each element of society, from nobles, to tradesmen, to wives, even criminals had a voice. And while the lack of a King or Queen to give a final word slowed new laws and resolving complicated issues, it prevented abuse of power to a large extent, and gave far more people a say then simply nobles and rich traders. Alf eventually made a deal to visit once every five years and make a final say on any unresolved issues in exchange for letting her live her life how she wanted without being pestered, though the council persisted in calling her Princess and Heir apparent.

Lefiya had been sent to her and Loki during one of those visits. She was extremely shy in spite of her talents, already a level 3. Lefiya practically worshiped her, which Alf was still trying to wean the younger elf of doing. Fortunately her recent infatuation with Aiz had shifted Lefiya as treating Alf as a respected teacher of magic, a senpai as the humans called it. This was more tolerable to the elven princess, who now currently thumbed through a rather heated scene, Alf's face was slightly flushed, and breathing a touch faster than normal.

"Oh, that's a good one!" said one of the amazon trios, named lssa, who was running the store alone today, as no deliveries were due.

"Came in a few months ago, didn't think we still had any left," she commented.

"I-I can certainly see why," Alf agreed with faint embarrassment. While the scene was a little 'unrealistic' the author was skilled at painting the scene within the readers mind.

"You know, the male lead's description reminds me of that guy who's always here with you," Issa grinned teasingly, draping her arm over the high-elf's shoulder. Alf started in surprised, her flush deepening slightly. She had noticed, and 'he' had certainly slipped into her imagination while reading certain scenes. Tall, built, dark haired, grey eyed, even the dialogue was similar in places with how he flirted. If she didn't know better, Alf would think Mark had been used as a base design.

"N-Now that you mentioned it…" Alf replied with a slight stutter, not acting her long years.

Issa barked a knowing laugh, knowing elves to be far more reserved than her kin. "Sure, sure, you pretend you weren't substituting the two of you in that scene, though I doubt he's that big unless he's got some Minotaur in his blood."

Alf snorted in a very unladylike manner. The book had been unrealistic on that part of male anatomy. Though many male focused stories did the same for female characters, even as a level 6, Alf doubted she could stand straight if she had as much weight on her chest as some of these fictional women.

"Is this just some scheme to keep me from buying this so you can keep re-reading it?" Alf questioned the young Amazon.

"Maybe?" Issa smiled innocently. "But seriously though…" she pulled Alf closer, "When are the two of you going to stop with this 'casual friendship' thing you've got going on. You know his schedule, always 'meeting up by chance.' Just drag him off somewhere and fuck his brains out." The amazon suggested with complete seriousness. "Stake your claim."

Alf's face was steaming at this point, a stuttering mess.

"Seriously though, Alf-chan," Issa continued. "If you leave it too long, some other hottie will snatch him up. Then you'll be kicking yourself for the next few centuries."

Alf made a series of incomprehensible attempts to deny such intentions but swiftly silenced at the bell sounding as the door opened and Mark entered. He was dressed casually, save for an All-Silver short sword strapped to his waist, wearing a black shirt and slacks that showed far more of his muscles than his usual adventurer's garb did. A few scars peaked out from the sleeves and collar, mute evidence of his experience before gaining a Falna and regular access to potions.

"Hey Alf!" he waved, his usually stoic face lighting up when seeing his friend. Issa gave Alf a knowing smirk and nudge.

"Hello Mark, I-It's good to see you," Alf greeted in return.

"Why the stammer?" Mark queried, before glancing to the amazon. "You being a perv again, Issa-chan?"

"No more than usual," Issa replied.

"So that's a yes," Mark sighed, flicking Issa lightly in the forehead, who recoiled with an exaggerated cry of pain. "Really overdoing the acting there, so what are you doing now?"

Issa grinned, presenting the book that Alf was reading, opening the pages on 'that' scene.

"Wait, Issa don't show him that!" Alf protested, snatching for it, but embarrassment made her movements sloppy and missed.

Mark's eyes narrowed in disgust as he read the passage. "Really Issa?" he growled. "I asked you to stop selling those, its fucking embarrassing."

Alf was confused; he had never judged her reading material, often teasing the contrast it revealed about her more prim and reserved character.

"Alf found one stuffed in the back of a shelf, don't bitch," Issa retorted. Turning to Alf, she explained. "One of my kin had sex with Mark about a year ago, and for a laugh made one of the male leads look like him, even imitated the crappy way he flirts when she wrote her next book."

"If it fails its banter, not flirting," Mark retorted, sighing into his palm. Wishing his hands were larger to better hide his blushing face. Sadly given how much time he spent in the dungeon, he was on the paler side, and said blush was very visible. While Alf felt a momentary stab of jealousy, before being embarrassed as well that some miscreant had put him in an adult romance she had been so enthralled by, though thankfully the name was different, Alf then noticed him blushing.

"Huh?" The Elven Princess remarked in surprise. "I wasn't aware you could blush Mark, you look like a flustered maiden." She teased back, beginning their usual slightly barbed banter.

"Hestia damn it, Alf."

Meanwhile Issa watched on, wishing she had some popcorn for the show. 'When are those two going to stop dancing around the issue and fuck? I want the details ASAP.'

Weeks later when Alf saw Mark with a tiny girl riding on his shoulders with his hair and eye colour, it would be quite the show.

(Far, Far away)

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a few hundred miles south of the Elven forest kingdom, on a large farmstead outside a town of non-Falna adventurers, a man of average height yet well-built from fighting tilled the earth with swift focus, as each of his swings drove deep gouges into the ground. His movement's fluid, though they had a wide arc, more akin to the swing of a sword or club than a farmer's tool. Never the less it did its job. The man was an adventurer, largely retired, and never possessed a Falna despite his monstrous strength and skill.

Unlike the dungeon city, monsters roamed above ground and several goddesses had been kidnapped, (censored) and killed. No god save Loki or Hecate ever came there after that and even they did so with a large group for protection. Temples were set up instead, and gods still in heaven granted miracles (spells) to those who proved themselves and were devoted to the gods. It didn't compare to Falna but it gave the human, elf, and dwarf kingdoms a chance to fight back. Escaping Demons that once haunted the dungeon past level sixty had been a great threat in the past, but a succession of heroes had finally ended them.

The man continued his diligent work, as these days a farmer was far more valuable than an adventurer without a Falna. Monsters were still a problem, but with every village and town having a group for protection, often trained from among their own residents, with others hired as escorts for travellers and merchants, they were easily dealt with. The truly strong monsters such as the dragons and ogres had died during the last demon lord war, which this man had participated in.

This man had not done so for his country, or for wealth or fame. He did so to eliminate a single species of monster, one who had been gathered in their entirety to be used as grunt forces and guerrilla warfare, one he hated more than any other, one that needed to be destroyed for the world to have a semblance of sanity and peace. The Goblins. The mobs of this world, yet due to their ability to breed with the mortal races and their tactics, they brought horror and destruction in their wake for villages, travellers, and cocky adventurers, many suffering brutal rape and torture at their green skanky hands.

The goblins were now extinct outside of the dungeon, thanks to the brutal and brilliant tactics of this one man, who now lived as a farmer with his wife Rose and his son Ashe. The man's name was Gray, but he is known in stories and songs as… Goblin Slayer! He was a rather handsome man, though his hard eyes and intensity frightened many unused to him, he had pale ash-brown hair and wine-red eyes. Gray and his wife Rose were both forty years of age. His son, Ashe was fifteen and worked most days guarding caravans from monster attacks, and joining expedition squads.

The boy was his second coming, wearing similar armour, and often mistaken for his father, however due to a lack of goblins, Ashe didn't have to hide his scent with goblin blood and guts, using instead a spray that eliminated the smell of metal and used a soap that left no scent for his flesh. An Alchemist Goblin Slayer once worked for had invented it after compiling data on Goblins as she doubted many men and women were as hard core as Goblin Slayer. It had made a lot of money as it aided in tracking wild game and other monsters with sensitive noses.

Gray paused in his work as he heard faint footsteps, by habit he reached for a dirk hidden in his clothing, but as the noise grew louder and closer, he recognised it and relaxed. It was his wife Rose, moments later she called out to him.

"Darling, our son's come back, finish that later!" she called with a smile in her voice.

Gray turned in her direction and saw Rose, she was still beautiful as ever to him, her wrinkles and crow's feet doing nothing to hide that she was the sun to his darkness. Rose was of average height, with pink eyes and hair and a bust that made many women jealous, and like most farmers was stocky and deceptively strong, she had once lifted him above her head to prove a point. He couldn't recall the reason for the demonstration, but his former teammates had certainly found it amusing.

"Okay," he replied simply.

Rose rolled her eyes at her husband's lazy response. "You're not in battle at the moment; don't be lazy with your words."

The old (ironically younger) Goblin Slayer might have not known what to say to that, but his years married had mellowed him somewhat, and could banter a least a little.

"I'm saving them up to spend seducing you later."

Rose snorted. "Nice try," she motioned for him to hurry. "We only get to see him on the weekends now… Ah, they grow up so fast."

Gray silently followed, casually checking the fences for damage with a glance while keeping in pace. Habits of a lifetime were hard to break. But he would always keep his edge; he would never lose his family due to tragedy ever again.

As they drew close to their homestead, Gray spotted his son Ashe waiting outside for them. Ashe was slightly taller than his father and looked like a slightly cuter version of Gray, his cheeks yet to gain an adult's leanness, his hair was similar to his father's, but so pale it appeared almost silver, and his eyes were the same beautiful shade of pink as his mother's.

"Welcome back," Gray said simply, with a warm smile that was only possible because he had achieved both his revenge and found much needed love. They exchanged a tight hug as was their custom, but Gray paused minutely as he smelt the faint scent of a woman on his son.

'They grow up too fast indeed,' Goblin Slayer thought with a tinge of sadness and pride. The woman's scent tickling persistently in his nostrils, he released his son from his hug after a slightly awkward pause.

"Good to be back, Dad," Ashe replied. If his son had noticed his realisation, he hadn't commented on it. "We ran into a pack of wargs on the return journey from the city."

"Let's go inside and you can thrill me about your exploits."

"Hah, you boys never change," Rose, aka – Cowgirl laughed as they headed inside.

"Nope."

"Nope."

As Gray locked the door behind them, he considered the matter briefly, rather concerned as he recognised the woman's scent that clung to his son; sadly it wasn't strong enough to narrow it down to a specific woman. But there weren't many women he had worked with enough to pick them out by smell alone. The possibilities were…worrying.

To be continued in…

Part 11 – You have a daughter?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it, expect more Elf and Goblin Slayer in the next chapter.

Also if like me you're stuck inside, pass the time with OG Dingir in the Grey Faction trilogy, available on amazon and most online retails. Because who doesn't need a distraction?