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CHAPTER 2
THE PRUM S PROPOSAL
Fifty kirlos due east from Orario.
While life was going on as usual behind the city wall far away, the Alliance
was still busy dealing with Rakia's army.
"Gahh, I'm soooo bored. Fiiiinn. End this already, will yaaaa."
The battle had begun five days ago.
Loki Familia had built their base of operations in a clearing in the middle of
the plain. There they had a commanding view, from the harsh Alb mountain
range all the way to the edges of the Deep Forest Seoro. While Loki Familia's
flag flew high above their heads, they kept a close eye on enemy movements.
A goddess lazily sprawled out over several chairs lined up side by side
underneath the largest tent inside the base. Finn, meanwhile, leaned over a large
map stretched across a table. He smiled dryly to himself.
"I would like nothing more than to do just that…"
Alone with his goddess inside the tent, Finn studied the locations of different
pieces on top of the map.
"Their movements seem half-hearted, far too indecisive."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"They cause enough commotion to get our attention but never truly go on the
offensive…Even their generals, equal to our second-tier adventurers, refuse to
show their faces. Their forces take one step forward and then three steps back.
Our allies are being spread too thin chasing them down. We can't keep this up."
If Rakia had one advantage over the alliance of powerful adventurers, it was
numbers.
It went without saying that many large familias resided within Orario, but
none had the manpower to match that of an entire country. It might have been
the era of quality over quantity, but overwhelming an opponent with numbers
was still a viable strategy.
Even if the Orario familias committed their forces to eliminating all the small
battalions that were cutting off Orario's trade and crippling its economy, they
would inevitably end up chasing the enemy too far, stretching their already thin
lines to the breaking point.
"So the main army's hidin' somewhere, and the guys we're fightin' now are
just distractions?"
"That can't be completely ruled out, but…"
Finn begrudgingly answered Loki, who hadn't shown the slightest interest in,
nor bothered to remember, any incoming information since the start of the war.
That was when another member of Loki Familia ran into the base and entered
the tent.
"General, I have confirmation."
"Good work, Raul. What's the latest from Port Meren?"
"Everything seems normal. There were no sightings of a fleet or even
suspicious ships, from Lolog Lake up to the cliffs."
Finn listened to his subordinate's report and turned to face the map. His
hands went to the west side of Orario, opposite to their base's location on the
map, and he removed all the stones from the lake, all the way up the coastline.
"So there's no possibility of an incursion by sea…"
Loki got out of her makeshift chair bed and joined Raul beside the map. They
could see that Finn had marked the location of the first battle and indicated the
current location of Rakia's many battalions with red pieces. The troops that Finn
had sent in pursuit were marked blue.
"It appears our enemy wants to draw out this war…They want to spread
Orario's forces as thin as possible, chip away at our supplies and morale, then
finish the bulk of the fighting outside the city."
"Ahhh, got it. So that's what's goin' on."
Loki smirked as Finn worked out Rakia's strategy piece by piece and arrived
at their final goal.
The prum general had a little chuckle at the range of expressions that passed
over his god's face.
"Let's return to the city for the time being. Whatever the enemy is after, it's
there."
"Music to my ears!" Loki jubilantly clapped her hands, rejoicing in her
newfound freedom.
"Raul, we're withdrawing. Spread the word to all units. Leave our flags in
place. Rakia can't know we're gone."
"A-are you sure, General…? If we just abandon the front…"
"We have a good reason to return to the city. I doubt the Guild will
complain."
Finn ignored his subordinate's shocked expression and started packing up his
belongings.
"Freya Familia can take care of the rest."
"Hee-hee-hee! She can't say no to the Guild 'cause of everything that
happened with Ishtar. That airheaded vixen got slapped with a mighty high
penalty. They can take care of all the dirty work!"
Loki couldn't have looked more pleased, since a certain Goddess of Beauty
would have no choice but to obey the Guild's orders. She could unload all the
boring jobs onto that goddess's familia. A small group of messengers rushed out
of the base to deliver the orders to field commanders. Loki Familia was in full
retreat a little less than an hour later.
"Any powerful familias still left in Orario?"
"Hmm…Of the big ones…there's probably only Phai-Phai's kids."
"Hephaistos Familia? That's perfect. I'll have them help out as well."
After going over a few more things with Loki, Finn left to oversee the final
stages of their withdrawal.
Much like during the expedition into the Dungeon, the familia's lower-
ranking members quickly disassembled the base, packed it into cargo boxes, and
carried it all away effortlessly. The only difference was that, this time, it was
under a clear blue sky. They set their sights on the white tower rising up above to
the west.
"General! Need something to drink? Or maybe some food? I just caught a
wild boar! Should I roast some for you?"
"Oh, um, I'm going to have to decline, Tione. If you do start a fire, make sure
there's no smoke."
"Will dooo!"
With bronze, wheat-colored skin and long black hair, the Amazon Tione
Hyrute wore minimalist battle gear that barely covered her lush bosom and
smooth skin. Finn gave his Amazonian field commander a vacant smile as she
made another pass at him.
Tiona shot a look that screamed, "Again?!" at her older twin sister, Tione,
who made no attempt to hide her intentions. This was a common occurrence in
Loki Familia, so Aiz and the other members were used to it and took care not to
get involved.
Finn waited out the storm until someone else got Tione's attention and she
left.
"Finn, what are your plans after our return?"
"Okay to wait fer new orders at home?"
After Tione left, the elf Riveria and the dwarf Gareth came up to talk to him.
Finn turned to face the other two leaders of Loki Familia and opened his
mouth to speak.
"I'll issue orders in advance, so could I have a little time off, Riveria,
Gareth?"
"Oh?"
"Well, that's new. Got somethin' that needs takin' care of?"
Riveria and Gareth cast dubious glances at the prum, but he just smiled back
at them.
"I've thought about looking into something for a while now…"
Finn's eyes, blue as the surface of a lake, narrowed as he looked at Orario's
massive city walls off in the distance.
"There's one other 'mission' that's had no progress at all, despite the fact that
I'm an adventurer, and I'll be checking it out."
"Hellooo. Lilly's here—."
The prum opened a door that didn't fit properly in its frame and entered a
small house.
The sun was just barely visible on the eastern horizon.
Oversize backpack strapped to her shoulders, she paid the pawnshop the
Gnome Trader a visit. Passing through the messy living space behind the main
showroom, she quickly spotted the owner of the establishment; he was barely
awake and sipping hot water from a cup like a groggy child.
Glug, glug, glug. She could hear the water making its way past his white
beard and between his lips.
"Oh, if it isn't Lilly…Mornin'."
"Good morning. But please wash up and sit up straight before drinking hot
water. Lilly won't be here for long."
Without his usual red cap, the gnome's bald head was completely visible.
"Sure, sure," he responded, mumbling to himself as he climbed out of his chair.
Lilly set down her backpack and started preparing the store for business while
the owner washed his face.
Lilly had lived here at the Gnome Trader until Hestia Familia acquired a new
home in the War Game.
Her situation with Soma Familia had come to a head two months ago, and
she had needed a place to stay. She was familiar with this shop from the days
when she frequently stole items from other adventurers and sold them for money.
On that particular day, however, she had arrived at the shop and said, "Please let
Lilly live here in exchange for work." The owner had never seen her real face,
but she'd placed all her faith in him as a person.
"Cinder Ella," Lilly's Magic, granted her the ability to change her physical
appearance at will, and that was the first time she'd let him see what she looked
like. "You're in luck; I've been wanting another set of hands around here," he'd
said, and hired her on the spot. She'd been coming to check on him early every
morning and help out around the store before going into the Dungeon, then again
before going home each night—as a way of repaying her debt of gratitude—ever
since.
"I feel a bit guilty with you comin' in every day like this even when your
familia's grown so much."
"Don't worry about Lilly—worry about your health first, Mr. Bom. Lilly
can't take care of everything if you collapse from overwork like last time."
"Don't know what I would've done without you. This geezer's not worthy."
The shop owner's name was Bom Cornwall.
The fairy races weren't known for individuality, but he had a vibrant
personality. His superb dexterity and eyesight made him right at home in Orario.
When Lilly had asked him why he chose to live in the city rather than out in
nature, he'd simply replied, "This geezer is the worst of the worst when it comes
to fairies."
He made his living by appraising items that came into the shop, buying them
for as cheap as possible, and selling them for profit.
"This breakfast was prepared at Lilly's home this morning—make sure to eat
everything. Also, the lamp in the storage room was broken, so Lilly replaced the
magic stone. The stock of jewels in the safe is running low, so it might be a good
idea to put more in."
"Ah, ahhh, thanks…"
Slightly intimidated by Lilly's efficiency, the gnome put on his signature red
cap. Bald head hidden, his round eyes gazed up at the girl who stood a head
higher than he.
"Off to the Dungeon again today?"
"Yes. We should reach the sixteenth floor today! As you know, Lilly's familia
has been on a roll!"
A beaming smile appeared on her face as she spoke. Thinking of her friendly
and dependable allies, she added, "Lilly will do her best not to hold them back!"
She did a few more things around the shop before taking a glance at the
clock. It was time for her to meet Bell and her other allies at their usual spot at
the base of Babel Tower.
"Mr. Bom, please don't forget to eat the food Lilly brought."
"I won't, I won't. Have a good day."
"Good-bye until tonight!" She responded with a smile still in place and
waved as she went out the door.
"…She can smile like that now, huh."
The owner mumbled to himself, eyes on the door that Lilly had passed
through.
Without the abilities they possessed in the Ancient Times, gnomes had fallen
to the bottom ranks of the fairies, but he was still a member of a race that was
considered closest to the gods themselves.
Lilly thought that her secret past was still hidden, but his eyes saw through
her disguises.
An air of nostalgia filled his gaze. The white hairs of his beard ruffled as a
happy smile grew on his lips.
The moon hung high above Hestia Familia's home, Hearthstone Manor.
Back from the Dungeon, everyone had finished eating dinner together. Now
they were taking turns going to Hestia's room to receive a Status update.
They had agreed that checking their Statuses should happen on a weekly
basis, like this night. Unless one of them had special circumstances, Hestia
would take a look at their Falna one at a time on the scheduled day.
It was Lilly's turn. She was a bit nervous to see how much her own excelia
would be reduced, now that Haruhime had joined the familia, and exposed her
back.
"All done."
Sitting topless in a chair, Lilly pulled her shirt back over her head as Hestia
wrote down her updated Status on a piece of paper.
Lilly looked at the details that her goddess had translated into Koine, the
common language of Orario.
Lilliluka Erde
Level One
Strength: I 81 Defense: H 123 -> 124 Dexterity: G 232 -> 236 Agility: F 383 -> 388
Magic: E 402 -> 404
(Magic)
"Cinder Ella"
• Shape-shifting Magic
• Target will take the envisioned shape at the time of the spell.
Will fail without clear image.
• Imitation is recommended.
• Trigger Spell: "Your scars are mine. My scars are mine."
• Release Spell: "Stroke of midnight's bell."
(Skill)
"Artel Assist"
• Activates automatically when weight carried exceeds a certain
level.
• Amount of assistance is proportional to weight carried.
"…Haaaaah…"
A long, slow breath of disappointment escaped Lilly's lips.
One look at the growth of her Basic Abilities was disheartening.
Lilly never thought that half a year's worth of excelia would be enough to
level up, but…
There had been a six-month period when, as a member of Soma Familia,
Lilly had never received a Status update due to circumstances within that group.
After undergoing Conversion to participate in the War Game, she'd finally
received one. Although her expectations were low, her half year's worth of
excelia unfortunately didn't amount to all that much. Her Basic Ability levels
still placed her among the lower ranks of lower-class adventurers. Every Status
update since had been similar to this one.
It didn't make sense for a low-level Status to improve by leaps and bounds in
only six months.
"Supporter, I understand your frustration, but…"
"Lilly understands; she is a supporter. It's common knowledge that a
supporter's Status improves at the slowest rate."
In fact, Lilly had become a supporter in the first place because she didn't do
well as an adventurer. Growing at a slow pace certainly didn't help.
Her response was rather cold toward Hestia, who had pricked her own finger
so she could use the ichor for Lilly. She turned her back to the sympathetic
goddess and left the room.
She arrived at the living room after walking through the first-floor hallway.
Welf and her other allies were gathered in a happy circle, excitedly discussing
and comparing the Statuses written on the papers in their hands.
Her arrival signaled that it was Bell's turn for an update; he was the last. Lilly
thought about joining the circle as soon as Bell left, but…she caught a glimpse
of the reflection of her back in the window and came to a stop.
Her usual robe was hanging in her room. The shirt she had on now was for
relaxing in. Part of her lower back wasn't covered, and she could see some of the
black hieroglyphs that made up her Status.
Seeing it in plain sight made her eyebrows sink into a stern expression.
"I've been curious for a while…"
She joined the circle in the living room as soon as she saw Bell and Hestia
return from his completed Status update, and she was quick to bring up what was
on her mind.
"Why are our Statuses visible?"
"Ah, I was wondering about that, too."
"I-I as well…I felt it strange that Lady Hestia made no attempt to conceal it."
"I was certain it was a policy in this familia…Did I assume too much?"
"Huh…? There's a way to hide Statuses?!"
Lilly's question got an immediate response from Welf, Mikoto, and
Haruhime, each of whom had once belonged to another familia. Hestia was
stunned—Bell also gave a surprised "Eh?!"—so Lilly explained that there was a
way for gods to "lock" a Status.
It was a technique that deities used to keep the hieroglyphs on their children's
backs invisible to the naked eye. This "lock" made sure that the valuable
information contained in a Status was protected against prying eyes.
Hephaistos, Takemikazuchi, Ishtar, and even the good-for-nothing Soma
knew how to use this Status-hiding technique. Hestia, who had only recently
come to Gekai, was absolutely floored by this information.
"So that's why…I've never seen Statuses on any of the Amazons walking
around the city…I always thought they used body paint."
"N-now that you mention it, Miss Eina said I should always 'lock up' so
others couldn't see my Status…I guess she wasn't talking about locking the
home's doors after all…"
"I'll, uh, ask Hephaistos or someone next time I see one of them…"
The others in the room softly shook their heads, while Bell's and Hestia's
minds had been blown by such common sense. That's when Lilly finally joined
the circle.
"Would it be okay if Lilly saw everyone's Statuses?"
"Sure, no prob."
"Of course."
"This is mine."
With Lilly asking politely, Welf, Mikoto, and Haruhime each passed their
papers over to her.
Welf Crozzo
Level Two
Strength: I 67 -> 70 Defense: I 50 -> 53 Dexterity: I 78 -> 82 Agility: I 36 -> 38
Magic: I 57 -> 61
Forge: I
Mikoto Yamato
Level Two
Strength: H 133 -> 134 Defense: H 129 -> 130 Dexterity: H 178 -> 181 Agility:
H162 -> 167 Magic: I 84
Immunity: I
Haruhime Sanjouno
Level One
Strength: I 8 -> 9 Defense: I 32 Dexterity: I 15 Agility: I 23 -> 26 Magic: E 403 ->
405
Okay, so this is normal…
Seeing that her level of growth was par for the course, she passed her own
sheet around the circle.
Once everyone had seen Lilly's, all eyes fell on the boy who came in last.
Feeling the pressure from being the center of attention, Bell became
flustered.
Scratching his head with his left hand, he didn't put up a fuss and slid his
own paper into the center of the circle.
Bell Cranell
Level Three
Strength: F 377 -> 391 Defense: F 389 -> 396 Dexterity: F 377 -> 392 Agility: D
583 -> 594 Magic: F 352 -> 360 Luck: H Immunity: I
""""…""""
No one could say a word as they stared at Bell's Status. His Basic Abilities
had improved by over fifty points. Of course, Bell was at a higher Level. Still, he
had improved more than any of them.
Something strange was going on.
They were fighting in the same Dungeon against the same monsters. True,
he'd delivered more blows during combat and probably had a higher kill count,
but nowhere near enough to explain such a disparity in growth.
Each of them had thought it a bit mysterious whenever the topic of Bell's
unusually fast growth came up, and today they were united in their curiosity.
"Seriously, what is going on with you?"
"B-beats me…"
Welf held the piece of paper in his hand and pressed the issue. Judging by the
white-haired boy's reaction, though, he really had no idea.
Questioned about his unusual growth speed by so many other people at once,
Bell was clearly uncomfortable because he didn't have an answer for them.
"Lilly thinks it's less Mr. Bell's natural talent and more some kind of special
power at work…"
Making sure that Welf and Bell couldn't hear, Lilly quietly whispered to
Mikoto, Haruhime, and Hestia, looking at them out of the corner of her eyes.
The young goddess closed her eyes and whistled like a child desperately
trying to keep a secret. A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek.
Lilly rolled her eyes at Hestia before making brief eye contact with every
other member of the familia—except Bell.
Her intent was simple: Today, we find out the truth.
"It's getting pretty late. Anyone done for the day should hop in the tub."
Welf made the first move.
He rolled his shoulders and neck, stretching as he turned to face the boy, and
said, "Bell, why don't you head in first?"
"I, um, already took a shower at Babel…"
"But I already prepared the bath tonight. It would be a waste not to enjoy it,
Sir Bell."
Mikoto's words made Bell feel a twinge of guilt.
Hestia stepped in to try and protect him, but Lilly's sharp glare stopped her in
her tracks.
"B-but is it really okay for me to go first? Everyone's worked so hard…If it
would go to waste, why not join me, Welf?"
"I got stuff to do in the forge."
"I must prepare ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast."
"I-I, um, that is…My tail requires grooming!"
Welf's and Mikoto's excuses rolled off their tongues, almost as if they had
planned them. Without missing a beat, each left the circle and started toward
their destinations. On the other hand, the renart was forced to improvise. As soon
as she came up with something, Haruhime turned away from the circle while
holding her tail awkwardly in both hands, pulling out loose hairs.
"Lilly has something to discuss with Lady Hestia."
"Eek…" came the goddess's voice, clearly intimidated by Lilly's half-eyed
stare.
Everyone plainly told Bell to go ahead. "Well, in that case…" he said as he
turned on his heel and left the living room.
Everyone came back to the circle the moment the boy disappeared, and they
surrounded their goddess.
"Now then, Lady Hestia, if you know anything about Mr. Bell's 'growth,'
please say it. Today we want the truth."
Hestia was speechless as Lilly stepped into the leadership role and began
questioning her.
Her head on a swivel, the goddess searched in every direction, only to see she
was completely surrounded. Even more beads of sweat rolled down her face
until she finally gave in. Taking a deep breath, she made a long sigh.
"I suppose it makes no sense to hide things from members of the same
familia…Fine, I'll tell you." She was quick to add, "But it doesn't leave this
room, got it?" before revealing the secrets of Bell's "growth"—although it
pained her to do so.
That's when Lilly and the others learned about the boy's Skill.
"Liaris…Freese…?"
Lilly's soft, stunned voice echoed Hestia's explanation about Bell's Skill,
Liaris Freese.
Everyone was understandably shocked by a Rare Skill that could influence
the rate of an adventurer's growth. But even more so, the finer details of the Skill
left them speechless.
—Rapid growth.
—Continued desire results in continued growth.
—Stronger desire results in stronger growth.
The Skill was directly influenced by the feelings lurking within the boy's
heart.
Those feelings—his feelings for Aiz—had become the driving force behind
his unbelievably fast ascension to the upper ranks of adventurers.
"So basically him falling head over heels for that Sword Princess makes him
grow stronger like there's no tomorrow?"
"Head over heels…?! W-well, I guess that's true…"
"The one…in Master Bell's heart…"
Welf was confirming that he understood Liaris Freese correctly after Hestia
fell silent. Meanwhile, Haruhime and Lilly couldn't hide how jarred they were
by the revelation.
Bell Cranell was more than just interested in Aiz Wallenstein.
That fact took all the wind out of their sails.
There was a reason he was trying so hard. I knew that, but…
Even when she first met him, Lilly knew there had to be something behind
his motivation to work so hard in the Dungeon, that there was some goal.
However, to think that his goal had been to catch up to that famous woman,
the Kenki…
Considering his age, it wasn't all that strange for him to harbor affection for
someone of the opposite gender, but…knowing about how he and Aiz had met,
with her saving him from a Minotaur, was making Lilly's chestnut-colored eyes
tremble.
"D-does Sir Bell know of this? Have you told him nothing?"
"That boy couldn't keep a secret to save his life. If anyone pressed him for
information about his Rare Skill, soon everyone would know. In this case, it's
better to keep them in the dark…And it's not like he'd ever say it's all thanks to
being lovey-dovey for Wallensomething!"
Mikoto and Hestia's conversation passed right through her ears.
It was as though her spirit was disconnected from her body. All sorts of
thoughts and emotions coursed through her heart, but her arms and legs stayed
unnaturally still. Her heart was ripping through her modest chest.
Lilly took an unsteady breath and said the words she just couldn't keep down.
"L-Lady Hestia, c-can you accept…this?" Even as she stuttered, she questioned
her goddess.
She knew that Hestia had feelings for Bell that went beyond a deity's love for
her children. Would she allow this situation to continue? That was her question.
"…Bell himself said he wanted to get stronger. He made his decision. I
couldn't bring myself to stop him once I saw how badly he wanted it."
She couldn't douse her child's determination. Lilly was taken aback by
Hestia's words.
"But that doesn't mean I'll let her have him! Never, not in a million years!
One of these days he'll notice me; I'll make him notice me…!!" Hestia clenched
her fist, trembling.
Their goddess's public declaration made Welf and the others lean away out of
reflex. At the same time, Lilly looked over at Haruhime.
The renart could feel her clinging gaze. Haruhime, dressed in her usual
kimono, avoided making eye contact, glancing left and right before finally down
at the floor.
She brought her hands together above the billowing fabric around her chest.
"I-I have lived as a courtesan…I have no right to pursue romance with
Master Bell."
"…"
"…B-but as his concubine—no, as a one-night stand, surely even one such as
I…!"
"HEY, HEY, HEY!"
The former courtesan's face turned red as she unwittingly loosed a bombshell
into the circle. The goddess rose up, thundering with all her might.
"M-my deepest apologies!" Haruhime squealed, hiding her head behind both
her arms.
"Did you actually think I'd let that slide?!" continued Hestia, her booming
voice echoing throughout the room.
While Hestia and Haruhime's banter went on for some time, Lilly was
isolated in her own little world.
Bell had someone special.
She had never seriously thought that there was a chance she could be by his
side, but the shocking news still cut deep. Lilly was speechless that the boy's
feelings were strong enough to create a Skill. She could only stand there, listless.
Lilly returned to her room shortly after that evening's events, completely
forgetting to take a bath. She collapsed onto her bed right away but stayed wide
awake, unable to sleep.
She stared at the ceiling of her room, her brain working at full speed. Her
heart would twinge every time she closed her eyes. Even rolling over into a more
comfortable position did nothing but make the sound of her rustling sheets hang
in the air of her spacious room. Other than that, the room was silent.
Time crawled by as her thoughts clashed with the emotions in her heart. At
long last, she climbed out of bed.
The darkness of night was coming to an end. Lilly left her room without a
wink of sleep in the very early hours of morning.
"Laughable…"
Robe draped over her usual clothes, she closed the door behind her and
berated herself with a tired expression.
She scolded herself over and over for getting worked up about something so
trivial as she walked through the long hallway.
All members of her familia had rooms on the third floor.
There were times when Welf would spend the night cooped up in the forge,
but for the most part, all of them slept up there.
Hestia's room was the first one at the top of the central staircase, then came
Mikoto and Haruhime's double room. Welf's room was a few doors down from
there…and finally Bell's. Lilly's feet came to a stop for a moment outside his
door, but she thought better of it and decided to get a drink in the kitchen.
The first hints of sunrise were beginning to seep through the windows as
Lilly lethargically made her way through the hallway…Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of something sharp slicing through the air came from a window
above the garden outside.
"!"
She quickened her pace and followed the sound all the way to the window.
She could barely see over the windowsill when she stood on tiptoe. Once she
looked down—a white-haired boy appeared.
She panicked and quickly ducked down to hide herself, even though she
knew it wasn't necessary. A few moments passed before she ventured another
peek.
Her eyes peered over the windowsill once again, and she saw Bell's violet
and scarlet blades carving arcs through the air. He was practicing by himself.
Whoosh! His knives sliced through the air, trailing streaks of light and
producing the sounds that had lured her to the window.
…Is he…fighting someone?
The boy launched his body, twisting and jumping at a furious pace all around
the expansive garden. Every move flung droplets of sweat off his body. Lilly
could tell he was visualizing an opponent and fighting as hard as he could.
That, and that his invisible opponent was terrifyingly strong.
Lilly had had many opportunities to watch adventurers at work up close and
personal. Her insight as a supporter told her all this.
The boy was already a second-tier adventurer, and yet he couldn't keep up
with the opponent in his head.
Ahh…He lost.
The boy came to a sudden, unnatural stop.
With his knives in an awkward position, almost like he was trying to block an
oncoming attack, his upper body was leaning backward as though there was a
sword against his throat. He held that position for a few moments before he let
out a "Gah!" and finally took a breath, crouching down.
Hands on his knees and a small river of sweat flowing down his face, Bell's
shoulders rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath.
"…"
Bell's white hair stuck to his wet cheeks and his shirt was soaked through.
Lilly could tell that the boy had been practicing for a long time before she
showed up. She continued to watch in silence.
Who was he fighting just now? Aiz? He'd been getting up this early to train
every day to catch up with her? There was no one to answer her questions. Lilly
stood there like a statue, forgetting to breathe while pondering.
The boy stood back up and started practicing once again.
The intensity of his strikes showed her the level of his devotion, in a very
blunt and direct way. The longer Lilly watched him, the more thoughts began to
stir in the back of her mind.
Turmoil, uncertainty, anguish, and a host of other feelings mixed together.
She could practically hear them breaking her apart from the inside.
That day, everyone met in the morning to go into the Dungeon, as usual.
Having cleared the fifteenth floor the other day, they decided to go on to the
sixteenth. The familia was on a roll and progressing at a good pace. The rest of
the group was in high spirits, but a dark cloud was roiling inside the one wearing
an oversize backpack, and it showed.
"…Lilly, are you okay?"
"!"
Before she knew it, Bell had dropped back to the middle of their formation
when he noticed she was hunched over and dragging her feet. He watched Lilly
with clear concern.
"You look really tired…Are you sick?"
"L-Lilly's feeling fine, Mr. Bell! Lilly didn't get much sleep last night, but
see? It's nothing to worry about!"
She forced a smile, putting on a well-rehearsed show. It was a skill she had
developed during her time as a thief, a smile that could put someone at ease.
Now she employed it to convince Bell nothing was wrong. It seemed that Bell
was not convinced, but the appearance of monsters cut the conversation short,
and they prepared to attack.
That was too close! What am I doing?! Lilly scolded herself again.
They were in the Dungeon. Even the smallest lapse in concentration put her
and her party in mortal danger. Keeping a careful eye on the flow of battle
between her allies and the monsters, Lilly focused on her breathing to keep her
mind clear.
That's right. Lilly is Mr. Bell's…supporter.
But knowing the person whom Bell adored the most had shaken her to the
core. Lilly was starting to wonder what Bell thought of her.
A support specialist. The object of unmasked contempt. A simple laborer for
other adventurers.
Lilly's individual abilities did nothing to help the party. She didn't have the
strength to put herself on the front lines to defend Bell, like Welf and Mikoto.
Never mind standing beside him, she could not even follow from behind.
During her time as a thief, the adventurers she stole from had always called
her "useless," with demeaning grins. All those memories were coming back. On
the surface, her iron will let her put on the mask of the ever-dependable
supporter. But underneath, Lilly's emotions were in chaos.
"…"
The Crozzo Magic Sword clenched tightly in her grip, Lilly was ready to
unleash its power at any moment. Glancing to her side, she saw Haruhime
nervously twitching while watching Bell and the others fight.
Haruhime held the same position as she did, working as a supporter. The big
difference was that she could use a powerful spell.
Level Boost. A type of Magic that brought out amazing strength and speed
from any adventurer it was cast on. With that spell at her beck and call, she could
do more as a supporter to directly assist the party. Haruhime was worth far more
than Lilly.
Not to mention that the renart was gorgeous.
Her bushy, golden fox tail and long, silky hair aside, Haruhime possessed
soft, delicate features that Lilly could never compete with. Even the aura of
purity that surrounded her might give the Sword Princess, Aiz Wallenstein, a run
for her money.
And her breasts were…impressive.
When Miss Haruhime…
If she gained more experience, would Lilly be deemed unnecessary? Would
she lose her place before she ran into the obstacle of Aiz Wallenstein?
Before that happens, should I…stop training Haruhime as a supporter? Or
should I follow through as a teacher?
That's when Lilly realized where her train of thought was taking her—and
vigorously shook her head.
"Lady Lilly?"
"…It's…nothing."
Haruhime had taken her eyes off the battle and was now focused on her. Lilly
barely managed a perfunctory reply.
Why am I so shallow?! She felt sick to her stomach.
Calling herself horrible names, Lilly fell even deeper into the darkness.
Compared to the other women around Bell—she was nowhere near as pretty
as Hestia, Eina, Syr, or Haruhime.
Her heart was unclean. She was so desperate to look good in front of others.
She wasn't right for Bell, a pure, naive child who knew nothing of the real
world.
In the end, this pain, all it really is…
That's right. To put it bluntly, Lilly had an inferiority complex. She couldn't
compare with the girl whose beauty was in the league of goddesses and could
make Bell blush just by talking to him.
She was beautiful, strong, refined. Many adventurers, not just Bell, idolized
Aiz Wallenstein. Lilly could never win against her even if heaven and earth
happened to switch places. Knowing this caused her pain. An inferiority
complex told her she would lose at every turn. Her adversary was a flower in
bloom at the top of a mountain—the place where Bell was always looking. She
would never enter his line of sight.
Lilly could never become Bell's one and only.
That burning truth had kept her awake through the night and brought her to
the brink of despair. Tormented by her jealousy and thrown for a loop by her
emotions, she was disappointed in herself.
"…"
The battle had ended, so Lilly and Haruhime set to work on collecting the
magic stones and drop items from the monsters slain by Bell and the others. She
picked up a magic stone from the floor of the dark Dungeon. The reflection of
her small face on its surface made her heart cringe.
"In that case, is it safe to assume you made it to floor sixteen today?"
"Yes. We still don't have a good grasp on the layout, but we can hold our
own against the monsters without too much trouble."
I arrived at the Guild before dark. The blue sky's still visible outside the
windows as I talk with my adviser, Miss Eina.
Our party came back to the surface and visited the Exchange at Babel before
we went our separate ways. I'm sure they're back at home by now. But I decided
to come here on my own and give a report on how everything went.
There were two reasons why we came back a little bit earlier than usual. The
first was that we had collected an unusually high amount of loot in the Dungeon.
Lilly's and Haruhime's backpacks were filled to the point of overflowing, so it
would've been difficult to bring any more back to the surface.
And the second…was that Lilly didn't seem like herself.
"I couldn't be happier to hear you're making progress. Just don't push too
hard, okay?"
"I'll be careful, Miss Eina."
She really seems glad to hear that we were staying safe despite all our
progress in the Dungeon. Her short brown hair sways back and forth around her
pointy elf ears as she smiles back at me.
We finish discussing everything at the counter rather than going to the
consultation box, so we say our good-byes, and I turn toward the exit.
"Lilly…I wonder what happened."
It wasn't just in the Dungeon, either. Lilly hasn't been her usual self since
breakfast, now that I think about it. She put up a strong front all day, and it's
making me worry.
I cross the Guild's white marble lobby as I continue to think about my
companions.
" Bell Cranell."
"Huh?"
Someone calling my name snaps me out of my train of thought, right as I'm
about to leave Guild Headquarters.
It sounds like a boy about my age, maybe a little younger. I spin around to
find him—and my eyes shoot open as soon as I see the person standing behind
me.
Light golden hair and a small stature.
With a face like his and a body that size, he could pass for a kid, but nothing
about his appearance matches the mature aura emanating from him. No, this is
definitely a top-tier adventurer.
Words leave me the moment I make eye contact with the prum.
"Finn Deimne…?!"
I can't hide my surprise that the leader of Loki Familia is calling out to me.
"Sorry to stop you like this. I'm not here to cause trouble, so please try to
relax."
Finn smiles, completely calm. Meanwhile, I'm stiff as a board and can't stop
shaking.
But there's something soothing about Finn's smile. It loosens me up a little
bit, but I'm still in awe of this top-class adventurer who stands at the very peak
of Orario, basically above the clouds. Trembling, I finally respond.
"Umm, wh-what can I do for you…?"
"Why so nervous? We met during the Minotaur battle, back on the eighteenth
floor, so this isn't the first time, yes? I've been waiting for a chance to talk with
you properly. Unfortunately, contacting you in the usual way would cause a few
inconvenient misunderstandings…Sorry, but I had no choice but to wait for you
here."
Hestia Familia's gained some notice almost overnight thanks to the War
Game. Finn explains to me that our quick rise to fame caught a lot of attention,
so knocking on our front door was out of the question, no matter how much he
wanted to say hello. Doing so as a member of Loki Familia would have led to
many troublesome misunderstandings, so Finn was trying to be low-key.
"Actually, I snuck away from my subordinates," he adds. It's only then that I
realize many girls have gathered around us. He's the center of attention.
"He's so small!" "What a cutie!" "So cool!" Their voices echo throughout the
busy Guild lobby. He forces a smile and looks up at me.
"I have a bit of a favor to ask. If you're not busy, I'd like to sit and talk with
you for a while. What do you say?"
Of course, I have no reason to say no.
Finn and I leave Guild Headquarters and take a series of backstreets to reach
a café called Wish in Orario's southwest district.
"A young elf magic user told me about this place," Finn says as he leads me
through a series of repeating narrow passageways to the front door.
This is actually my second time here. Lord Hermes brought Mikoto and me
here not too long ago, but I haven't been back since. I follow Finn inside, and we
take seats on opposite sides of a table in the quiet café.
"As this is a secret meeting between the highest-ranking members of two
familias, I would like to request we keep what is said confidential. Agreed?"
"Y-yes…!"
We're the only ones in here, with the exception of the café owner, an elf
behind the counter. Being all alone with such an amazing adventurer would
make anyone nervous. Finn takes a sip of the tea he ordered, ignoring all my
anxious fidgeting. He casually starts the conversation.
"For starters, I would like to congratulate you on your victory in the War
Game. I watched the whole thing, and I must say I was impressed. Also,
congratulations on the formation of your familia."
"Th-thank you!"
My body takes over, and I involuntarily bow the moment I hear his sincere
praise.
This prum hero just complimented me…I think this is a serious honor. Even
being singled out to talk face-to-face with one of the most famous adventurers in
Orario doesn't feel real.
Finn smiles and watches me with his clear blue eyes. My heart is trying to
leap out of my chest with nervousness, but I'm also really happy.
"Not to change the subject, but has anything strange happened recently?"
"Strange?"
"It's peaceful inside the wall, but it might be a good idea to keep your eyes
peeled…Recently, it feels like there's going to be trouble," Finn says with his
mouth behind the cup in his hands.
I tilt my head, wondering what he means by that. A hint of some kind,
maybe? Is he referring to the recent trouble with Rakia…Ares Familia's attack?
Well, I know that their army is basically a large group of low-level
adventurers, and they've been fighting against several of Orario's familias for
the past few days.
Wait, wasn't Loki Familia participating in the Guild's mission? Weren't they
ordered to fight Rakia…? Is it okay for their leader to be here right now?
"That's enough small talk; let me get to the point." Finn changes the subject
just as my thoughts start coming to a head.
"I would like you to introduce me to your supporter, a prum with chestnut
eyes."
"...Huh?"
It takes a few long moments for me to comprehend that. But once I do, it hits
me like a ton of bricks.
My supporter—he wants to meet her and is asking me to set it up. The
unexpected request leaves me breathless.
But Finn isn't done. He goes even further.
"Well, I should be more direct. As a member of her race, I would like to offer
her my hand in marriage."
The ton of bricks just exploded.
"—E-EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!"
I jump out of my chair, almost sending it toppling to the floor.
This is no joke. My shocked voice is still echoing inside the empty café, but
Finn just looks dead serious. This is by far the biggest surprise of today.
Lilly—is going to get a proposal?!
"Wh-what…what are you saying…?!"
"First off, I would like you to calm down. Then, I would like you to
understand that this is not some spur-of-the-moment proposition."
I'm on the verge of losing my mind, but Finn is absolutely calm, never
stirring from his chair and asking me to relax. Those serene, incredibly blue eyes
lock onto mine. Gulping down the air in my throat, I manage to regain a
semblance of composure.
The elf at the back of the counter looks through his glasses as he wipes off a
just-cleaned goblet at the other end of the room. Meanwhile, I sink back into my
chair. I try to listen to what Finn has to say.
"For starters, you might be wondering why I would make such a proposal to
a member of my race who belongs to a different familia…But first I must ask:
Bell Cranell, do you know of the goddess Phiana?"
The goddess Phiana…I've heard of her.
She's a fictional goddess who many prums believed in.
There once was a group of strong and proud prum knights in the Ancient
Times who worshipped her.
Maybe it was because of their small size and gentle appearance, but prums
were generally considered to have the least amount of potential, compared to
other races like humans and demi-humans. In truth, very few prums at all have
become world famous in the thousands of years of their history.
The exception was that group of knights. Accomplishing one heroic act after
another, they became known as "Spears of the Battlefield." Their glory became
the pride of the prum race and also inspired deep faith in Phiana.
They were so acclaimed that even I've read about the exploits of those brave
men and women in many of the Tales of Heroes.
—However, once the Ancient Times ended and the Divine Era began, faith in
Phiana dried up in the blink of an eye.
It was all because the goddess revered by the entire prum race was not among
the deities who descended to the mortal world, Gekai. Prums everywhere lost
their confidence in their faith, and their lives completely fell apart. It was a
decisive blow their race hasn't recovered from even today…or so I hear.
I lightly nod at Finn, and he cuts right to the chase.
"Prums need a light they can call their own. A new hope that can fill the role
that faith in Phiana once held."
"…And that would be?"
"Just as you're thinking. I came to Orario to live as an adventurer so I could
become that hope for my people and bring them together. I wanted my name to
be legendary, so other prums could have someone to aspire to."
Finn's ambition—no, his magnificent cause—leaves me speechless.
He's fighting to change the fortunes of an entire race, carrying the future of
all prums on his small shoulders. He arrived at the gates of Orario with the goal
of becoming so famous that his very name would inspire his kin around the
world.
And now he's a top-tier adventurer—a member of the highest echelons of the
Labyrinth City, at Level 6.
In Orario—a place that's called the center of the world.
People of other races like me, even the gods and goddesses, know his name.
I'd be surprised if someone didn't. I'm sure that stories of Finn's bravery and
heroics have spread around the world and have already become a source of pride
for prums everywhere.
"However—it can't stop there."
Finn strengthens his tone even though I can't string any words together to
respond.
"One moment of glory is insufficient to build a future for my people. The
light of hope must continue to be cast on prums for years to come."
Finn declares that his people would not know lasting prosperity if they had
no hope. He doesn't try to pad his thoughts but instead speaks clearly and
directly.
"Frankly, the light needs to be passed to the next generation. And the best
way to do that would be to have an heir with my blood in their veins."
"…!!"
"A Half won't do. The pride of our race must be a pure-blooded prum."
Someone has to carry the torch and return their race to glory—it's necessary
to pass on the genes of a prum given the title of "Braver" to the next generation
and beyond. Finn insists that those descendants have a completely prum lineage.
All the races of demi-humans can reproduce only with themselves.
While it goes without saying that spirits like fairies can't have any offspring
at all, elves, dwarves, and animal people cannot have children with one another.
The exceptions would be humans, who can interbreed with demi-humans, and
Amazons, who will always give birth to a female offspring of their own race.
So of course, marrying an Amazon is out of the question, as is having a
human give birth to his heir—a half-prum would face tremendous difficulty
being recognized as the savior of all prums.
Finn says that for the sake of his future child, he must marry another full-
blooded prum.
"A-and you want…?"
"Indeed. I would like to take that girl as my bride and for her to bear my
children."
So that's why. My face grows hot as the words flow out of his mouth.
—He's going to ask Lilly to bear his children.
My cheeks are absolutely burning. The scale of this "favor" has gone way
beyond what I was expecting, on so many levels. I feel so awkward as shock and
surprise swirl in my head, turning my ears red as well.
But Finn is completely the opposite. There isn't even a stutter in his voice,
and that intense look in his eye is starting to make me desperate to find
something to say, anything.
"But she's, um, not in your familia. People in different familias can't get
married, right…?"
That's one of the things that makes being in a familia complicated. I brought
it up to see how Finn answers.
He simply says, "That's not a problem. I have Loki's permission. Well, I
should. I agreed to join her familia under two conditions: one, that I have her
cooperation in assisting my people; and two, that she not get in my way."
Apparently, Finn was the first member of Loki Familia, and that's how the
negotiation played out.
It was an even trade-off for Loki and her first follower.
She secured someone who had great potential for her familia, and he received
the goddess's resources for his own needs.
Even now, the conditions of their agreement are still in effect.
"Of course, I care deeply for my familia. It's grown so much since the
beginning, and I feel it's my duty to protect them."
To think a group as fearsome as Loki Familia had such humble beginnings. I
consider that for a little bit, but he just shrugs and tells me to not get the wrong
idea.
He looks so young, yet he carries all the responsibility of the leader with a
smile on his face. I can tell he's speaking the truth.
"One other thing I'd like to make clear: Even if I do have Loki's permission,
I can't allow this personal matter to make life difficult for my familia. Should
your supporter, Lilliluka Erde, refuse, or should Goddess Hestia object to my
proposal, I won't pursue her any further." Finn is being clear to avoid starting
any problems between our familias. Then he smiles dryly and adds one more
thing. "And I'm not as young as I used to be. I can't urge someone into an
engagement anymore."
"Huh…Um, I-I don't want to be rude, but…may I ask your age?"
"Over forty by now, I suppose."
"F-forty…?!"
"What? Don't tell me you don't know about the side effects of having a
Status?"
Finn looks back at me with that incredibly youthful face and starts to explain,
while clearly enjoying my surprise. He details how high-level adventurers gain
the ability to slow the aging process.
Basically, a stronger spirit container doesn't wear down with age, and in fact
has a greater longevity than most. The effect increases every time a person levels
up.
When it comes to eternal life, with the exception of the creator of the
Philosopher's Stone, mortals have yet to unlock the key to perpetual youth and
true immortality. Instead, over the past thousand years, the repeated leveling up
of many adventurers has displayed the possibility of conquering the aging
process to the world, or so Finn says.
…If Lady Hestia were here, she'd probably say, "Leveling up brings a mortal
closer to godhood."
We gain more abilities the higher we ascend. In other words, the closer we
get to the eternally youthful gods and goddesses, the more we resemble them in
various ways…That's not too hard to wrap my mind around.
Although, actually getting to where deities stand is probably impossible.
Finn ends his explanation by saying that I shouldn't assume anything about a
high-level adventurer based on their appearance. "We got off topic a little bit
there, but…if you don't have any objections, I would like your help in meeting
her."
Since circumstances prevented him from talking to Hestia or Lilly directly, he
needed to make his approach through me. Now that he's said his piece, he states
his intentions one last time.
My head is still a swirling mess, but I'm calm enough to fight through it and
gather my thoughts.
I wasn't able to ask much yet because I was shaking too hard. Regaining
control from sheer willpower, I manage to ask a very important question:
"Why…are you interested in Lilly?"
A simple question. There are so many prums in the world, so why did he
choose Lilly? I don't have the guts to say it, but even at his age, a top-tier
adventurer like Finn could have anyone he wanted. All he had to do was make
himself available, and he'd have more attention than he could handle.
And I don't think this is a case of love at first sight.
He's been so calm and collected ever since we arrived. There's been no
wavering in his voice. It's—I don't know…Finn doesn't seem head over heels
for her, and there's no heat or excitement. It's more like the calm of someone
watching from the sidelines.
Finn closes his eyes when I ask. Then his deep-blue irises appear from behind
his eyelids as he looks directly at me.
"How long ago was it, maybe two months? The day you defeated that
Minotaur on the ninth floor."
The battle against a Minotaur that wielded a greatsword; the day of my first
level-up. I fought that monster with everything I had. It just so happened that
Finn, Aiz, and the rest of Loki Familia were in the middle of one of their
expeditions and witnessed the fight.
Lilly was the one who'd led them to me in a desperate attempt to find help.
"She was so determined to save your life that she ignored her own injuries
and threw away her pride in order to convince us to help you. Seeing her do all
that…It made quite an impression on me."
Finn places his left hand on his heart as if to say that's how he truly feels.
"She's not strong by any standards, but she showed enough bravery to rival
anyone." He narrows his eyes for emphasis on that word. "It's true that I want a
partner, but not just any partner. Right now, what my people need is bravery…
I'm looking for someone who possesses this forgotten weapon of the prums to
join my cause."
Prums are considered to be the weakest of all the races.
They lack the physical capabilities of humans, they don't possess the magical
prowess of elves or the physical strength of dwarves, they haven't developed the
combat expertise of the Amazons, nor do they have the enhanced senses of
animal people.
The one weapon that the race shorter than all the others did possess—was
bravery.
Like the prum knights of the Ancient Times, they possessed the courage to
face enemies much larger than themselves in those days from long ago.
Unfortunately, that one and only advantage had disappeared with the passage of
time.
And that is how Finn is planning to restore his people to their rightful place
in the world: by drawing out the courage they all have buried within them. His
partner needs to be someone worthy of standing next to the man the gods had
named "Braver." Someone who had a great deal of courage and could pass it on
to his future child.
"So then Lilly…"
So that was the reason he wanted Lilly.
He recognized her courage because, rather than running away, she chose to
try to save me. Finn had been moved by seeing her covered in blood and tears,
calling out to Aiz and the other members of Loki Familia for help.
"B-but…if that's the case, wouldn't anyone who meets your standard be…?"
"Yes. You're absolutely right."
I had to remind myself to breathe before pressing further. He didn't try to
deny anything and simply nodded.
Finn doesn't have any special feelings for Lilly herself.
"If they are worthy, and are at least a decent person, then I probably would
offer my hand in marriage to anyone. The idea of having multiple partners
doesn't sound half bad."
—My eyes fly open.
A sharp jolt shoots through my chest.
Gulp. That sounded a lot louder than I thought it would.
Open to the idea of having multiple partners…So, in other words…
A man's dream, the one Gramps would always talk about, the pinnacle of
manliness, a man's romance…
"…A harem?"
Exactly what I fantasized about in my foolish, slightly younger days…
I can't help but tremble as I look at the prum hero facing me across the table.
My lips won't stay still as I try to speak to him.
"I-I hear that's nothing but trouble…"
I wait with bated breath for his next words. And then he says:
"I'm completely serious."
Completely serious…
Looking at his bright, unclouded eyes, I realize the depth of his determination
and resolve.
Finn possesses the courage to do whatever it takes to fulfill his mission
without a second thought. A sudden rush of respect and admiration, one man to
another, overwhelms me. I'd prostrate myself at his feet right now if there wasn't
a table in the way.
"…But of course, I wouldn't actually do that." Finn looks me in the eye and
flashes a quick grin. Adding that he wouldn't be able to help those who depend
on him if he tried to maintain multiple partners, he smiles wryly to himself and
closes one eye.
"I hold the rank of general now. I can't afford to give my subordinates the
wrong idea."
"Ah…G-good point…"
I force myself to laugh and nod.
I feel so stupid for randomly thinking of this guy as a god among men for a
moment.
"…I left all that behind me when I chose this path. I've dedicated my life to
serving my people."
He sits up straight and falls silent for a moment, his face calm once again.
He sounds like a young teenager, but his voice is steady and clear. Each word
resonates in my ears.
"As I stated before, if she or Goddess Hestia rejects my offer, then that's
where this ends. On the other hand, should my offer be accepted, I will take it
seriously and want to devote myself to building a strong bond with her."
All I can do is listen to him. Finn's face brightens with a smile. "She will live
happily, that I can promise. Would you tell her all that I told you today, in my
place?"
With that, he drinks the last of the tea in his cup. Getting to his feet, Finn
withdraws a piece of paper from inside his vest and places it on the table.
"Unfortunately, I only have time tomorrow." He says a few more words and
leaves me sitting alone with the piece of paper, a location written on it.
He pays the entire bill and waves at me one last time before leaving the café.
"…"
—If she has an answer for me, tell her to go there tomorrow.
—If she doesn't want to answer, that's perfectly fine. I'll be there all day
either way.
I take another look at the piece of paper. Directions are written in Koine, in
really nice handwriting, along with a map to a meeting place. I look up at the
ceiling after staring at the sheet for a few moments. I haven't moved from my
chair, still leaning all the way back into it.
Honestly, I don't want to do this.
But I owe Finn, and Aiz, and really all of Loki Familia for everything they've
done to help me. How would they react if I don't follow through with this?
At the very least, I owe it to him to give Lilly the message. I feel like it's my
duty.
…What if…
What if Lilly accepts his offer after hearing what he has to say…? What'll I
do?
This labyrinth I'm stuck in doesn't have an exit. I stay in the chair, staring at
the ceiling for I don't know how long, trying to find an answer.
Lilly was still struggling even as everyone gathered to eat dinner together.
She acted like everything was normal, participating in conversation like
usual. She sealed away the heavy feelings in her heart to keep the mood light
around the table, even smiling and laughing along with everyone else.
Mikoto and Haruhime were in charge of preparing dinner tonight, and they
received many compliments before they were soon deep in their own
conversation, enjoying each other's company. Welf was busy chowing down and
didn't try to engage Lilly in conversation. Hestia, however, could tell something
was wrong. Her deep-blue eyes would occasionally glance in Lilly's direction,
but the goddess said nothing and joined Mikoto's conversation like she normally
did.
Bell looked anxious, and she noticed him looking in her direction more than
once, but she pretended as if she hadn't.
Dinner ended soon after. Lilly didn't go to the living room, and instead
started heading back to her own.
"Um, Lilly…do you have a minute?"
"!"
She was just about to go up the stairs in the main hallway when she heard
Bell's voice behind her.
A small jolt ran through her body as she froze in place. All the uneasiness and
emotions that had been building since last night came to a head. She was extra
conscious of the young boy at the moment.
"Wh-what is it, Mr. Bell?" Lilly responded in a jumpy, forced voice. She
turned to see that Bell seemed embarrassed.
"There's, um, something I need to tell you…"
Since she wasn't sure of her own feelings, she probably should have refused
him. But he asked so nicely that she made an awkward nod and the two of them
went to an unused room on the second floor. Going inside, they turned on a
magic-stone lamp.
Then—
"An offer of marriage for Lilly…?"
"Y-yeah…"
Lilly opened her chestnut-colored eyes as far as they would go. Bell had told
her about an offer of marriage from another prum. Earlier that evening, Finn
Deimne had asked Bell directly to arrange an in-person meeting with Lilly.
With a stunned stare, Lilly looked up from the sheet of paper Bell handed to
her. The boy trembled as he nodded to confirm.
Why would the Braver be interested in her? That was the first question to pop
into her head, but it didn't stay there for long.
There was something more important. Lilly clenched her lips together and
looked at her feet.
As expected, in Mr. Bell's eyes, Lilly is nothing more than…
The fact that Bell had delivered this proposal of marriage sent her into a
tailspin. The fact that Bell offered another man's proposal to Lilly, instead of his
own, gave sharp claws to the emotions coursing through her heart. She had
already been dealing with the Aiz incident from last night, and now this. Her
gaze didn't move from the floor.
Bell took one look at the girl, hunched over and trying to hide her reaction,
and knew that his words had made her upset. Starting to panic, he quickly tried
again.
"Y-you don't have to answer if you don't want to! Finn said he didn't want to
force anything, so I can go tell him you're not interested…!"
She understood Bell's position. Lilly knew the boy could never turn down a
request. Especially if said request came from Finn, the head of Loki Familia.
Considering what they had done for him, Bell would never reject them.
But…
She didn't want to hear it.
She didn't want to hear that news from Bell. The pain tearing through her at
that very moment was all because he delivered the message. That thought alone
filled her mind.
Presenting another man's proposal showed Lilly exactly where she stood with
him.
Bell thought of her as an ally, a member of the familia. If he loved her, it was
as family, not in a romantic way.
Her eyes quivered. The pain, the anguish, and the loss in her heart forced
tears to well up in her eyes. All the feelings crammed into her chest were about
to burst. She had not heard anything he had been saying.
Lilly didn't look up as she forced words through her trembling lips, somehow
making it past the storm of emotions swirling within her.
"Your thoughts, Mr. Bell…?"
She wanted to know his opinion about the offer and how he would respond
depending on her answer.
The night sky was barely visible through the slightly open curtains covering
the windows. The room's magic-stone lamp illuminated only one side of Bell's
face. She could see uncertainty in his shaking eyes.
"I…I, um…"
He started to open his lips, body swaying side to side, but no words came out.
Seeing him flustered was the last straw. Thundering anger roared to life
within the storm of emotions and it all rushed straight to Lilly's head. Teeth
clenched, fists shaking, she felt her chestnut-colored eyes flash menacingly as
she looked up at him.
Her head started to rise—and then a heartbeat later, all the built-up anger
exploded.
"Lilly hates that you can never make up your mind!"
Her shriek rang inside the room, every word raining down on the boy in front
of her like hammer strikes.
"That settles it! Lilly will meet the Braver!"
"You what?!"
"An offer of marriage from the Braver? Lilly will be the envy of not only
other prums but every woman in the city!! He has it all—power, money, fame!
Yes, it's the wealthy marriage Lilly has always dreamed of!"
"L-Lilly, don't you think you're sounding a little desperate…?"
"Lilly is not desperate!!"
They matched each other tit for tat, almost like a quarreling couple. More
harsh words tumbled out as they continued to go back and forth.
Lilly's face turned red as her ranting intensified, which made Bell only more
defensive.
"Finn Deimne is so, so, sooooooooo much better than some indecisive,
womanizing blockhead who can't even understand emotional signals obvious to
a child, like Mr. Bell! He's a class act, the perfect gentleman!!"
Lilly's last verbal blow had the same effect as a knockout punch. "Ge-hah?!"
Bell staggered backward, bent over at the waist.
Being compared to Finn, not only as an adventurer but also as a person,
shook Bell to his core with feelings of inferiority.
Lilly turned sharply on her heel, but Bell wasn't able to make a sound.
"!!"
Flinging open the door, she ran out of the room.
"Lilly!"
Bell stepped forward and yelled at the top of his lungs, but it wasn't enough
to reach her. The girl was already out the back door.
Passing through the rear metal gate, she dashed into the city sparkling with
streetlights.
Lilly let her emotions take over as she ran headlong into the city.
"—Riveria, I'll be away from home all day tomorrow as planned. Keep an eye
on things for me."
The home of Loki Familia, Twilight Manor.
Their residence was composed of a group of several high towers, one of
which contained the office of the general. Finn's room was decorated with a
thick rug that was as colorful as a garden, a marble fireplace, and a tall
grandfather clock. Every item in the chamber was high quality and fitting for
someone of his rank. But the most striking feature inside the spacious room was,
without a doubt, the tapestry on the wall—an image of a goddess wearing armor,
with spear in hand.
Finn was sitting in a chair behind a black wooden desk that was covered in
stacks of paperwork. He filled them out while talking about tomorrow's plan
with his second-in-command, Riveria.
"…This is unexpected."
"What is?"
"I am well aware of your personal mission, as you've told me on many
occasions since we met. It would be unreasonable for me to feel any different
after all this time. However, you don't seem to be showing much interest in
romance. Your extremely assertive approach…surprises me."
The elegant elf's long jade hair flowed down her back below a small ribbon
that tied it back to the nape of her neck. She stood quietly, analyzing Finn's face
from beside him.
Proposing marriage to someone of his own race was much more proactive
than anything he had ever done.
At the same time, ignoring the fact that it was part of his mission, the prum
hero appeared to be looking forward to it.
"…I've been far too busy to reach this stage, but now it feels like taking it
into consideration might not be such a bad idea. That and…there might come a
day when I lay down my life in service to this familia. Taking recent events into
consideration, I can't help but feel that day draws near."
"…"
"Of course, my will is just as strong as ever."
Finn's feathered pen kept moving throughout their conversation. He stopped
writing and looked up from the paperwork.
"I might be getting on in years," he said to Riveria with a strained smile.
Saying that his forwardness might be his own way of having insurance for
the future, the small prum adventurer added one more thing.
"But above all…I was lucky enough to meet someone special. Seeing one of
my own kind do what that girl did that day left quite an impression on my heart."
Finn closed his eyes as if remembering the moment he first saw her. Leaning
back in the chair with a smile on his face, he slowly looked out the window and
up at the moon rising over the city.
"Now, will she come?"
The darkness of night faded, replaced by light appearing in the east. Morning
had arrived.
Many adventurers were already on their way toward the Dungeon. Lilly
trudged her way through the crowd on South Main Street.
"What am I doing…?"
Head low, she whispered to herself while looking at the stone pavement
beneath her feet.
She went directly to the Gnome Trader after running out of her home last
night. Of course Bom, the owner, was surprised to see her, but he didn't turn her
down when she asked him to put her up for the night. She stayed there until
morning…As for the out-of-breath white-haired boy who came looking for her,
she asked the owner to tell him she wasn't there and to send him home.
It was all out of desperation. How shameful. Had she wanted Bell to feel
anxious, worried…or perhaps jealous?
How shallow, Lilly scolded herself as an air of gloom enveloped her. She had
run away to avoid hearing what she didn't want to hear, to turn a blind eye to
what she didn't want to see.
"…"
It shouldn't be a big deal, but she didn't know how to face Bell now. What
could she do? How could she apologize? Could she go home?
Her feet stopped in front of a certain building as she pondered these
questions. It was the place described on Finn Deimne's note; the place where he
was waiting for her.
She had walked a long way from the main street, passing through several
alleyways to get here. Coming this far, she might as well see it through to the
end. She had hit rock bottom and was perfectly fine with letting the cards fall
where they may. Why not? she thought to herself as she stood on the front
doorstep.
The building indicated on the note was surprisingly small. Located in the
west-southwest area of the city, it was on the outer edge, close to the city wall.
Almost no one frequented this area, so the café known as the Hidden Home of
the Prums was very difficult to find among the other tall buildings on this narrow
street.
It also happened to be a bar, by the look of it.
"So this kind of place can be found in Orario, too…"
Lilly passed by a big sign that said PRUMS ONLY! written in big Koine letters,
before placing her hands on the wooden door and opening it with a soft creak.
Everything inside was built with prums in mind—in a word, small.
Not only were the ceilings lower, but the tables and chairs looked suitable for
children of other races. Quite a few patrons were already inside despite it being
before noon. The customers, the waiters on staff, and even the bartender behind
the counter—every single one was a prum.
All of them fit right in with the size of the café, and no one felt out of place.
However, if someone of a different race, like a human, saw what went on here,
they would likely be quite shocked. After all, no one expected to see what
looked like a bunch of children sitting at a bar, downing ale. Even Lilly, a prum
herself, felt it strange to see prums sitting in chairs and their feet touching the
floor.
Despite its location, the prum-only bar did some brisk business—maybe it
was because many of the patrons felt a sense of pride coming here because of
how exclusive it was. Lilly was standing just inside the front door, taking it all
in, when one of the prum waiters came to greet her.
"Welcome. If you're by yourself, there's a spot at the counter—Wait." The
rather discontented-seeming employee froze on the spot once he got a good look
at her face.
The hood of Lilly's robe shifted as she tilted her head in confusion. But then
—
"Ah!"
"Lilliluka Erde?! Hestia Familia?!"
"Might you be…Mr. Luan?"
Lilly recognized the man who had shouted as he pointed at her.
With large, round eyes and brown hair, he looked like a child whom nobles
would hire to take care of odd jobs.
Luan Espel.
An adventurer and former member of Apollo Familia, Hestia Familia's
opponent in the War Game.
Lilly and her friends had emerged victorious from that encounter and, as a
result, exiled Apollo from Orario. Former members of Apollo Familia had been
released and been given the chance to join another familia of their choice…
Luan, it seemed, had taken a job as a waiter at this bar and café.
Luan's surprise quickly turned to anger. He glared at Lilly with seething
hatred.
"I-it's all your familia's fault that I'm stuck here cleaning tables instead of
down in the Dungeon as an adventurer! So, what are you going to do about it?!"
"Wasn't it your side that hunted Mr. Bell and declared the War Game to start
with? There is no reason for Lilly to do anything…But yes, there were a few
dirty tricks involved."
By the sound of it, Luan had been rejected by every other familia after the
War Game.
Prums were already subjected to discrimination, and he was just a low-class
adventurer who had never leveled up. He might have been a former member of
the middle-class Apollo Familia, but unlike third-tier members like Daphne and
Cassandra, no one came to him with an offer.
Even when he went to offer his services, all the talk turned to his apparent
"betrayal" during the battle at Shreme Castle. The obstacle was too much to
overcome, and he had been shown the door every time.
…His reputation as the "Trojan Horse" had spread throughout the city, when
in fact it had been Lilly, disguised as Luan using her Magic, Cinder Ella, who
stabbed Apollo Familia in the back. The real Luan never made it to the
battlefield and spent the entire time locked in a storage container somewhere in
the city. Apparently, all the attention had been on the battle taking place outside
the castle, and there were no witnesses to Lilly's big reveal, when she
deactivated Cinder Ella. Therefore, the dramatic shift in the War Game was
blamed on Luan…He couldn't escape the stigma.
Although it was common practice to devise strategies before the War Game
to reduce an enemy's fighting strength before battle—Welf, Mikoto, and Lyu
themselves had been hindered by a mysterious robber while in transit to the
battlefield—Lilly still felt they had wronged Luan in their pursuit of victory.
"But Lilly has heard that Lord Miach offered you a place in his familia. Lilly
also heard his offer was rejected…Why didn't you accept?"
"E-wh…I-I was a member of Apollo Familia, you know? Why the hell would
I join such a weak familia that's drowning in debt?"
Lilly looked at him with her eyes narrowed in a pointed stare, clearly
unswayed by the short adventurer's excuses.
It wasn't as though she didn't understand the stress that came with a loan…
but more than that, she felt it was Luan's trivial pride that was stopping him. As
proof, Daphne and Cassandra had chosen to join that "weak familia that's
drowning in debt" of their own accord.
"Well then, how about joining Lilly's familia? Lilly will ask Lady Hestia
herself," she suggested with a hint of sympathy in her voice.
"Like hell I would! You guys have even more debt than Lord Miach's lot!"
He shot down the suggestion. He brought up the bombshell of her own familia's
financial situation. Lilly could see there was no point in trying to help anymore
and gave up.
"…Someone is waiting for Lilly, so Lilly's going inside."
"Whatever."
She brought the fruitless argument to an end. Luan turned his back, seething
with anger.
A little put off by his rudeness, Lilly stepped past him and onto the dining
floor.
She started looking for the one who invited her to this place—and found him
immediately.
He was sitting at a table at the back of the bar, next to an open window.
Illuminated by incoming sunlight, he was extremely easy to find due to all the
excited whispers and people looking in his direction.
"—Oh, you decided to come."
Finn Deimne had been reading a small book, one sized for prums. Noticing
Lilly's presence, he looked up from its pages as she approached.
Perhaps to hide his identity, or perhaps as a fashion statement, Finn was
wearing glasses.
They gave him an air of intelligence and suited his combination of childish
visage and mature aura, which was one of the main reasons he was so popular
with female adventurers all over the city. Lilly could see that firsthand now.
He gave her a friendly smile, stirring onlookers into a small frenzy. No one
would have guessed that Lilly was the person the famous top-tier adventurer,
beloved by his people and proud holder of the title "Braver," was waiting for.
Lilly could feel the surprise in their collective gaze gathering around her.
Even Luan, mouth open and glaring daggers at her, was frozen in disbelief. She
felt like a fish out of water, unsure what to do next.
Finn, on the other hand, didn't seem to care about their audience and kept
talking as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"I honestly didn't think you would come here today. Perhaps a messenger,
but never you in person."
"…If you were so uncertain, then why make the offer in the first place?" The
situation with Bell still weighing on her heart, Lilly's response was heavily laced
with irony.
Oh no! she thought as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She had just
addressed a first-tier adventurer, someone who was unquestionably her superior,
with such a rude tone. A thrill ran up her spine as she waited for his response,
but he just quietly chuckled to himself.
His golden hair gently swished in the soft sunlight coming in through the
window.
"How about taking a seat?"
"…"
His calm demeanor was unchanged as Lilly stayed quiet and did as she was
told. She didn't take her eyes off his smile as she sat down in the chair on the
opposite side of the table from Finn.
"Since this is the first time the two of us have had a chance to speak like this,
I think self-introductions might be in order? I'm Finn Deimne. Thank you for
coming today."
"…Lilliluka Erde."
Both of them knew each other's names, but Finn still gave her his name out
of courtesy. Lilly followed suit. Their meeting to discuss the possibility of
marriage was officially under way.
Finn set his glasses down next to a cup that was still mostly full. He ordered a
drink for Lilly, and Luan brought it to the table. He set a glass in front of her, his
expression a stew of complicated emotions. As soon as Luan stepped away, their
conversation began.
"Is it safe to assume that you are open to my proposal, since you came here
yourself?" Finn didn't try to make small talk or give any explanations. His voice
was soft, and a gentle smile never left his face as he spoke. All Lilly could do
was look at her lap.
—It might be a good idea to accept his offer, said a little voice inside her
head. Her feelings for the boy would never lead to anything; that was painfully
obvious now. Therefore, she couldn't shake the feeling that going along with the
proposal of the man sitting in front of her was the best option. Finn was a prum
like her, but the one everyone knew as the "Braver."
Bell had said that she would "live happily." That was likely true. Sitting face-
to-face with him, she got a good sense of Finn's integrity as well as the strength
of his character. Considering his social position and resources, whoever became
Finn Deimne's partner would no doubt live in great comfort, without a worry in
the world.
This kind of offer would never come her way again. It was a once-in-a-
lifetime opportunity, her only chance. Without Hestia's permission, Lilly
couldn't leave the familia, but if she chose to follow Finn, most likely she'd live
an easy, privileged life for the rest of her days.
There might even come a day when Finn would displace the young white-
haired boy in her heart.
"…Please answer one question." Lilly had posed many questions and
answered them inside her own head up until that point. Her words came out as
little more than whispers. She slowly lifted her head and her chestnut-colored
eyes met his blue ones. "Why was Lilly selected?"
That was the most important question.
To be blunt, she hadn't had the best upbringing. A life of crime—her past was
stained by her time as a thief.
Lilly thought that a person who had walked her path was unfit to be with
someone like Finn. So she wanted to know how he truly felt.
"Did Bell Cranell not tell you? It was your courage that made an impression
on me."
"Courage? Countless other prums have courage. What's more, there are many