Chapter 238

Chapter 241: IZAY: I don’t believe a word you say (Please subscribe!)

“Alright, make all preparations before the expedition departs. Your weapons, equipment, and spiritual medicines must be complete! As for Raul’s group, Gress, that’s your responsibility to oversee logistics.”

Seeing Ais and the others respond obediently, Finn nodded and then looked at Gress.

“It’s all on me, old man!”

The supplies needed for the expedition couldn’t be prepared in just a day or two.

Like a large quantity of weapons (spares), high-grade spiritual medicine, and food for dozens of people.

After all, exploring and conquering areas deep within the dungeon and below requires an enormous amount of weapon wear and tear.

Unless using low-attack but highly durable “indestructible” attribute weapons.

Or divine artifacts like {Exorcism} or the future {Two Hundred Million Black Knives}, no adventurer can avoid weapon wear during an expedition.

Even perfectly enchanted weapons will gradually wear down after facing numerous Level 4 and Level 5 monsters consecutively, requiring repair afterward by craftsmen.

For this reason, a large stockpile of spare weapons is an indispensable resource.

However, with Izay around, Loki Familia’s needs in this aspect are somewhat easier compared to other factions.

By the way, magic swords are also key consumables for expeditions.

Magic swords that greatly enhance team firepower, even if they shatter after their internal magic power is exhausted, cannot negate their beneficial effects.

Each major faction spends a fortune buying many magic swords for expeditions as a precaution.

But this time, instead of buying magic swords from outside the faction, they directly bought in bulk from Izay.

Handing over Valis directly to Izay, they took the accumulated inventory of magic swords from the warehouse.

Izay never forgot about stocking up on a bunch of magic swords for storage.

Whenever he had free time, he would go to the weapon market or the two forging factions to buy several magic swords in bulk. By now, his personal stock of magic swords had already surpassed the hundreds, truly being used as storage.

And most of them were powerful longswords and giant axe-type magic swords; Izay didn’t look favorably upon small knives or daggers.

Then there was buying food from Goddess Demeter and purchasing panacea and high-grade spiritual medicine in bulk from Miss Amide.

Arms, food, medicine – the three indispensable items for expeditions.

…

Five days before the expedition.

The city walls remained peaceful today.

Most members of Loki Familia had already started preparing for the upcoming expedition.

The officers and Izay were also assigned some tasks.

But these were really minor and wouldn’t take much time to finish.

Because they were the main force for conquering dungeons during the expedition, they didn’t need to handle trivial matters.

All they needed to do was adjust their state before the expedition, nothing else.

It was around dawn when the sunlight from the eastern horizon just began to rise, dyeing the city a reddish-brown color.

Under the fiery morning glow on the city wall, an intense sword fight unfolded.

A boy and a girl, their figures crossing several times.

Silver threads and cold light intertwined endlessly.

‘As expected… she’s amazing…’

Ais, wielding an unsharpened fine sword, bathed in the maple-colored morning glow, thought so.

In just over a year, the person before her had caught up to her.

Now sparring with her again, Ais even felt the same sense of urgency as when practicing with Tione and Tiona.

With strikingly similar golden hair and matching azure eyes reflecting serene calmness like a lake.

On the northern city wall, Izay and Ais practiced as usual.

Besides them, there was a little fairy watching intently from the side.

Steel clashed against steel, sparks flying.

The protruding silver spear was deflected each time by the girl’s longsword, which then sought opportunities to counterattack amidst the gaps created when the spear was deflected.

This was no longer training.

It was “battle”.

A struggle between those who could deliver fatal blows to each other.

Regardless of skill disparity, as long as there’s a method to defeat the opponent, it’s called battle.

From this perspective, Izay and Ais’s practice could also be categorized as such.

The little fairy watching safely nearby deeply understood this point.

An exchange between two adventurers at Level 5 level.

Izay’s long spear weaved intricate lines and launched a more imposing attack.

Ais accurately deflected the spear shadows with her longsword, stepping forward narrowly, and swung her sword!

“Clang———!”

In an instant, the city wall burst into brilliance.

To be precise, it was the sparks from the weapons clashing.

It was like that, wasn’t it? Like throwing out explosives.

Izay tilted his silver spear upward, defending against the slash aimed at his side.

The metallic clang resounded across the area, and then, as if stopping at the right moment, the two separated.

“Hey, Ais, you really tried to cut me just now, didn’t you? It’s just training, you know?”

“Hmm… sorry…”

“Ah, that familiar apology style, you’re definitely not going to change!”

“…”

Izay’s sharp criticism left Ais speechless, slightly pouting with a pitiful expression.

Not that she was truly pitiful, but doing this always got her past Izay.

Over time, Ais learned this trick.

Sure enough, as soon as she pulled this move, the one who was about to complain about how painful it was to get hit by an unsharpened longsword went silent.

What can you do when someone acts cute?

Of course, forgive her…

This wasn’t the first time something like this happened.

As Izay’s strength gradually approached Ais’s, during their current practice sessions, the girl occasionally lost control and swung wildly.

According to her own excuse,

She mistook Izay for Tione and the others.

Izay gave her a ‘yeah right’ look.

Who would believe that?

Refia certainly wouldn’t!

Every time, she was the one who got beaten up the worst.

But because every time she passed out, Ais carried her back to Twilight Manor or kneeled beside her until she woke up… Refia enjoyed it every single time.

Izay once suspected whether this girl might develop some unspeakable tendencies.

Maybe Refia is one in a million?

Sigh, thinking about it gets him a bit excited…

“It’s my turn now! Izay, step aside!”

At this moment, Refia, who had been watching for a while, ran over holding her longsword, shaking the magical stone clock in her hand.

Morning practice considered three people, so it was a rotation system.

First, it was definitely Izay and Ais’s sparring, then Ais and Refia or Izay and Refia, alternating depending on the day.

“Is it already that time? I’ve just barely warmed up…”

“It is that fast! You and Lady Ais get so absorbed in fighting that you lose track of time. Now rest, let me have a go!”

Saying this, the little fairy pushed Izay aside with her hands.

Today was her and Ais’s sparring time, and she couldn’t waste it!

“Alright, alright, stop pushing me. Can’t you big fairies be more refined? Don’t touch me unnecessarily.”

The interaction between the youth and the fairy made Ais feel warm inside, but she only smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth.

When the young fairy stood before her, she resumed a serious expression and unleashed harsher consecutive attacks.

By the way, they used sword sheaths for sparring with Refia.

The sound of weapon clashes echoed through the sky.

The clouds drifted slowly, seemingly forgetting time, until daylight fully arrived.

… Riviria’s Side Story ⑤ …

Confession… test subject… tradition…?

Always feels like Loki’s words contain a lot of information.

Although not entirely comprehensible, Riviria had a very, very bad feeling!

Under this somewhat guilty emotion, Riviria was instilled with many bizarre pieces of knowledge by Loki.

Let’s not talk about others, just that book alone titled “Cultivating Virtues That Nuns Serving Deities Should Know Well,” was full of槽points.

And its author was none other than the deity Loki?

Looking at the main goddess filled with anticipation, Riviria took a deep breath: “Absolutely NOT reading it!”