"Lord Loki, please!"
Misha Flott led the way quickly in front. When the pigman challenged Roland, as a good friend of Eina, she went to the guild to ask for reinforcements.
Unexpectedly, before calling the person in charge of maintaining order in the guild, I met a better target halfway.
"Oh, such an interesting thing, how could I miss it!"
The person that Misha asked for help from was a woman with bright scarlet hair, but it was casually tied into a ponytail. Her eyes were narrowed. Although she had a beautiful appearance, she gave people the feeling of a more neutral beauty.
She showed no sign of worrying about the impact of this conflict. The unrestrained temperament of a god was particularly evident in Loki, and the words he spoke were even more unflattering.
"I'm just worried that I'm too bored recently and have nothing to do. If that newly promoted level 2 really ruins the time that Ais-tan and I have spent together because of a momentary impulse, I will make sure that guy leaves him with a deep memory that he will never forget in his lifetime at the next God's meeting!"
Loki said this as a matter of course. Gods are creatures who live for fun, and it is their nature to want to join in the fun when they see something exciting.
As a famous goddess, she commands one of the two strongest families in Orario, the Loki Familia, which is on par with the Freya Familia. Naturally, she has the confidence to say this.
As the main god, she is always surrounded by strong members of her Familia. Today is no exception, which is why Misha asked her for help.
The blonde girl who followed closely behind Loki had a magical power that could instantly calm the panicked Misha.
As a genius famous throughout Orario, Ais, who reached level 5 at the age of only 16 with a weak human body, is known as the strongest female swordsman in Orario.
A mere level 2 couldn't even survive half a move in her hands.
After a while, the three of them arrived outside the guild hall. At this time, Ais seemed to have noticed something. She tapped her toes and jumped to the front, stopping the two from moving forward.
The next moment, cracks appeared on the wall in front of them, and then a heavy figure flew out from it accompanied by smoke and dust, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Oh no...Isn't that new guy going to be kicked out?"
Misha covered her mouth and looked at the figure that fell to the ground with some worry, his life or death unknown, until the dust gradually settled and she found that it was not the good-looking boy, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized an even more horrifying fact.
"No... the one who got beaten out seems to be Allen who has reached level 2!"
And as if he noticed them coming, Roland, who was standing quietly in the middle and swinging his hands casually, also raised his head and looked over.
The unfamiliar guild attendant, Loki, and...Ais Wallenstein.
Soon, Roland's eyes fell on the girl standing in front of Loki.
She has a slender and tall figure, wrapped in a tight-fitting light outfit.
The girl has slender, flexible limbs, which are made even more beautiful by the off-shoulder and backless dress with a white base and blue edges, and a skirt that reaches the base of her thighs.
But compared to her slim figure, her face, which is like a porcelain doll, delicate and beautiful, but expressionless, is no less beautiful.
But the most attractive thing is her long golden hair that reaches her waist, which shines like golden sand under the sunlight.
Coupled with the girl's clear and delicate face, looking forward meticulously and expressionless, she not only does not give people a sense of indifference, but instead has a natural nobility.
In this world that Roland no longer had many impressions of, the only person he still remembered was this girl's name.
Ais Wallenstein was a truly high-level adventurer. She was the absolute main force in any Familia. The records of great achievements she created in the dungeon were broken again and again by the girl. The record of reaching level 2 in just one year at the age of eight was still talked about with relish.
Because of the girl's exquisite sword skills and the strength of her main god, she was given the title of "Sword Princess", but more people who have seen the girl fight call her the more appropriate nickname of War Princess.
With her legendary experience and beauty that even the goddesses from heaven would envy, she is even more famous among adventurers than many gods from smaller Families. In fact, many adventurers around Roland have been attracted by Ais's arrival and are looking at her with envy and admiration.
But Ais seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of treatment. She just turned her adorable face in Roland's direction and looked at him calmly.
"So, what is going on here?"
But the impatient god had no intention of appreciating this atmosphere. She just walked in carelessly, looked around and asked.
"Didn't you tell me to maintain order? How come everything ended so quickly?"
"Excuse me, Lord Loki!"
Eina trotted over and told Loki the whole story.
"Wow," such an interesting thing immediately attracted the goddess's attention, and she walked towards Roland in a rather nonchalant manner.
"You defeated a level 2 adventurer as a human without any grace, and you still want to enter the dungeon in this state?"
Loki narrowed his eyes and flashed a hint of amusement. He walked around Roland, as if he wanted to see through his heart.
But until the end, the smile on Roland's face did not change at all.
He looks good, but it's a pity that he is a boy, not as good as our Ais-tan.
Loki looked at Roland carefully, trying to find something special about him. Such a feat was no less than a great achievement. It wouldn't be long before other gods would flock to him.
"Boy, have you really never received any Falna?"
"No."
Roland admitted this in a very affirmative tone, and the truth contained in this answer made Loki's eyes flicker.
Did he find a treasure?
With a simple collecting habit, Loki invited Roland.
"So, do you want to join my Familia?"
This straightforward invitation caused an uproar around them. As the strongest Familia, there were basically no level 1 members in the Loki clan, because their staff was already saturated and there was no need to recruit new members to supplement themselves.
"No, I just defeated a level 2. If I join your Familia like this, won't all the glory be taken away by you? By then, everyone in Orario will say that you are the one who recognized talent, and my glory will be overshadowed."
Roland looked at Loki and said frankly, "What I want is for everyone to praise me and give me looks of admiration and respect."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Loki held his stomach, as if he was about to laugh until tears came out.
"This is a treatment that even gods may not get. To be honest, if it doesn't rely on some special abilities, I have never seen a guy who can gain everyone's admiration. Among the children in the underworld, this is the first time I have met such an arrogant person as you."
Roland also smiled and retorted to Loki: "Being arrogant also requires skills."
"Besides, there are obviously people like this. They use their own strength to push the times forward. Just by existing there, looking at their backs, one can have the thought from the bottom of one's heart that one also wants to be like them. Such people have existed for a thousand years."
Loki's smile suddenly faded, and his narrowed eyes opened a little, flashing with a gleam of light.
If the previous invitation was just a whim, then Roland now has completely aroused her interest.
"I see, you want to be a hero."
Loki saw through Roland's plan. "After the gods came, such people are rare. After all, heroes are often born in adversity, which is a miracle worthy of worship. In this era, it is much more difficult to achieve this. I have seen countless people with heroic qualities, but in this era of gods, no one has achieved this."
"That's why heroes have weight."
Roland's lips curled up into a meaningful smile: "Orario is too boring now. The gods are busy enjoying themselves, the clans are fighting for immediate interests, and the adventurers treat exploration as work, and progress is stagnant."
"So, they need new guidance."
"Are you provoking me?"
Loki looked at the serious Roland and instead of feeling angry, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth because of the interesting development of the situation.
"In recent years, I have indeed been a little lazy, but I don't mean to argue with myself. The current development of events is very regular. The current prosperity is a microcosm of the pain in the past. Even as one of the strongest Families in Orario, we cannot change the general trend of the people in the lower world."
"Well, isn't it enough as long as I'm stronger than everyone else?"
Roland chuckled and stared at Loki.
"In the dining etiquette of the nobility, if someone takes the napkin on the right first, then the others have to take the napkin on the right. This is what is called - society."
"Since no one has dared to pick up the first napkin, let me do it."
So beautiful.
Even though his favorite girl was a cute one, Loki couldn't help but sigh for the shining Roland in front of him.
The people of the underworld cannot lie in front of the gods. As the famous god of mischief, Loki retains keen insight on top of this ability.
She knew that Roland wanted to do it from the bottom of his heart and believed that he could do it. His arrogance was even beyond that of God.
It's really, really interesting!
Regardless of whether the other party will fail or succeed, the development of events will definitely exceed their expectations. Even Loki's Familia, who are the strongest, may be irreversibly affected in this impending storm.
So Loki couldn't refuse at all.
She came here just to see a child like this.
"In that case, you want a stepping stone, right? Then I'll help you. You want to gain fame and become a hero, right? I have an option that's more suitable for you than the dungeon."
Wanting to see what possibilities this child had, and how promising his future would be, Loki took a few steps back, stretched out his hand, and pointed at Roland.
"In that case, let's fight our Ais-tan."
"Wow——"
Following Loki's declaration, the noisy scene around him instantly quieted down, and there was complete silence.
Even Ais was slightly stunned.
"Are you kidding me? Fighting with Sword Princess?"
"That's level 5..."
Different from the traditional cross-level challenges, grace is the power to discover potential and possibilities. Each level up requires corresponding courage and ability to accomplish great things. Therefore, the gap between levels is almost qualitative.
When it reaches the lv5 level, it can be said to be another kind of creature. Like the lv2 level that was previously counted as Superman, Aisi can tear the opponent's body into pieces with just a wave of her hand.
But neither Roland nor Loki looked away.
"As long as you can gain her approval, even if you win, the Loki Familia will do their best to build momentum for you, complete your plan, and try their best to meet your reasonable demands."
Loki turned around and looked at Ais.
"Although this is our most proud child, we have to admit that she is a bit stubborn. She will judge your strength from the most fair perspective, even if you lose right from the start."
"And what's the price?"
After hearing Roland's words, Loki, who felt that the other party had fallen into his trap, narrowed his eyes in pleasure again.
"It's simple. If you can't meet the requirements, then join my clan and I will also fulfill the previous conditions."
"That makes sense. Well, please give me your guidance, Miss Aisi."
Roland raised the corner of his mouth and nodded to Ais.
"Don't say I'm bullying you. No matter what weapon you're good at or what preparations you make, you can go to the guild and I'll cover all the expenses. Besides, Ais doesn't know how to use the sword that she's best at."
After hearing Loki's order, Ais remained expressionless. She withdrew her hand that was about to draw the sword, raised her foot, and walked to the opposite side of Roland.
"That's not necessary. As long as we win, that's all that matters... Then, open your eyes and watch. This is proof that I'm a hero."
Amid the surprised looks of the crowd, Roland took the hand of Est beside him.
"Est?"
"I am my master's sword."
The silver-haired, mouthless girl suddenly radiated a tremendous divine power, and responded to Roland in a calm yet resolute tone.
As the magic power was drawn away, feeling the constantly pulsating contract and connection, Roland recited the spiritual words to summon the elves without hesitation.
"Dispassionate Queen of Steel, the sacred sword that destroys evil—now form my sword!."
The elf seal in Roland's hand slowly burst into light, and Est's body turned into dreamy light particles, exploding and gathering in the hand that was clasped with Roland.
"Ms. Ais, you'd better draw your sword."
Roland held the silver-white holy sword with golden inscriptions and sacred crystals on its surface. He slowly raised it and looked at the inscriptions on the sword. A hint of coldness flashed in his deep eyes.
Holding this living holy sword tightly, Roland felt as if his spirit had merged with it. In his hands, the destructive power of this holy sword was definitely not inferior to that of a so-called A-level Noble Phantasm, and it might even be better.
"I don't want to be too rude, but if you fight me unarmed, you will undoubtedly die in my hands."