Chapter 312: This Feeling? It’s… Kinda Exciting! (Please Subscribe!)
That morning, Ais reached Level 6, and the entire Twilight Manor was abuzz with talk of her “level-up.”
As one of the faction leaders, she had now entered the same realm as the three top heads, a fact that filled many members with both fear and admiration, their cheeks flushed with excitement.
However, among those close to Ais, several other faction leaders felt a twinge of jealousy—or perhaps more accurately, they were utterly floored.
This was a far cry from how they’d felt when hearing about Izay leveling up.
Though technically speaking, Izay was their “junior,” everyone knew full well his natural talents. The idea of him having skills that accelerated growth was unheard of—it was downright unfair!
Being constantly overshadowed by his extraordinary growth rate had almost become second nature to them.
But Ais was different.
To Tione, Tiona, and Bert, Ais was practically a peer. Being surpassed by her didn’t sit well, even affecting the ever-optimistic Tiona.
She channeled her frustration into food, piling plate upon plate despite it only being breakfast.
Ignoring the ruckus caused by the news of Ais’ level-up, Loki’s Divine Room remained calm.
Ais and Ize sat together, examining parchments detailing each other’s ability values.
Loki, who usually kept a watchful eye on their interactions, had vanished in a gust of joyous wind.
[Adventurer Name]: Ize Alward
[Level]: Level 5
[Ability Values]: Strength: I0→A862 | Endurance: I0→A824 | Agility: I0→S914 | Dexterity: I0→S980 | Magic Power: I0→SSS1480
[Development Abilities]: “Mystery E,” “Dark Star E,” “Luck F,” “Morning Star G,” “Magical Arts F,” “Starshine F,” “Shatter I,” “Keen Eye I”
Holding the latest parchment detailing Ize’s abilities, Ais wore an expression akin to “「=、=」.”
Perusing the eight Development Abilities, five Skills, and over ten Magic spells listed on the parchment, Ais suddenly felt her own “level-up” wasn’t all that impressive…
Can you understand?
It wasn’t all that impressive…
The gap between them seemed vast…
But compared to Ize, Ais managed to maintain her composure.
After all, Ize was special (in every way).
Beside her, Ize held Ais’ updated ability stats after her level-up.
There were no new Skills present—only two changes: her five base attributes reset to zero after breaking through the limit, and a new Development Ability appeared.
“Essence Recovery,” a Skill that accelerates magic recovery, often considered divine for mages.
Ais often preferred low-key magical combat, which suited her perfectly.
“What’s wrong, Ais? What are you thinking about?”
Ize glanced up from the parchment, noticing her distracted demeanor. Even though her face lacked much expression, her emotions were clear.
“…Hmm, I was thinking about Ize.” Ais tilted her head slightly and replied.
Ize was surprised: “Oh? Thinking about me!?”
“Whenever moments like this happen, I always feel a little… disheartened…”
Her ability growth was so fast—it wasn’t even on the same level as theirs.
In response to Ize’s question, Ais calmly explained, her lips subtly pouting.
“This… is how it is…” Realizing the situation, Ize sighed helplessly.
He should’ve known better than to ask; there was nothing he could do about it.
Awkwardly, anything he said now would sound sarcastic.
Thinking for a moment, Ize jokingly suggested while opening his arms: “How about a hug? For comfort?”
Attempting to distract her with humor.
“…Okay!” However, Ais hesitated only briefly before agreeing.
Lowering her gaze to the floor, she scooted closer to Ize, wrapping her arms around his torso. Her already reddening cheeks pressed against his chest.
For some reason, despite her burning face, she felt oddly reassured buried against Ize’s chest.
Like a cat, she rubbed against him.
“!? Did you actually believe my joke?”
Ize inwardly protested to no one in particular.
But out of reflex, the moment she embraced him, his arms instinctively wrapped around her slender waist.
He could clearly feel her body tremble, and the faint scent of her feminine fragrance filling his nose.
Without needing to look, her cheeks were definitely crimson—her delicate ears were red, and the blush extended down her pale neck.
Speaking of which, Ais’ white battle suit had a high collar, exposing only a small portion of her neck.
But in contrast—it exposed her armpits!
Not only that, but it also showed her back!
Let’s be honest here—we’re talking about curves!
Compared to vulgar outfits that expose large areas of skin indiscriminately, this style of clothing—revealing less yet teasing key areas—was far more appealing.
Or rather, far more beloved by gentlemen.
Armpits are an easily observable part of human anatomy.
When they belong to a beautiful girl—smooth, flawless, hairless… *gulp*!
On some level, this trait hits right at the heart of what many gentlemen find irresistible, especially when combined with the exposure of her waist and abdomen.
At this moment, Ize found himself unable to look away!
Her smooth back was completely exposed to his view, and the embrace allowed for optimal observation.
Touching her felt like caressing a fine piece of warm jade, with added soft elasticity.
Her slim waist tensed under his touch, the white lines curving downward invitingly.
“That… Ais?” Suddenly recalling something terrifying, Ize spoke up.
They were still in Loki’s Divine Room, weren’t they…?
Sweat-dropping! This feeling? It’s… kinda exciting!
But if he didn’t want Loki coming after him later, Ize thought it best to stop now—or at least relocate.
“…Hmm?” After a long pause, Ais finally responded with a muffled voice.
Calculating the time, Ize suggested: “We should go eat breakfast soon…”
Coincidentally, the breakfast bell rang just as he finished speaking.
“…”
Listening to the clock tolling within Twilight Manor, the comforted girl slowly loosened her grip.
