Chapter 347

Chapter 350: Could it be that Elves are Actually Very Open-Minded? (Please Subscribe!)

Upon learning about the young girl’s new magic, Angie and the others were practically buzzing with excitement throughout breakfast. When Haruhi arrived at the grand dining hall after tidying up her clothes and finishing up some chores, she was startled.

She thought her secret special training sessions with Izay had been exposed.

If what they accomplished last night was already known by everyone the next day, Haruhi truly wouldn’t know how to face everyone in their Familial Group, especially Ais.

It felt like finding a crack to bury herself in…

Fortunately, there was no exposure. After asking around and realizing everyone was just excited and surprised about her new magic, Haruhi managed to calm her rapidly beating heart.

Ah, come to think of it, hadn’t she awakened a new magic yesterday?

With so much new knowledge unlocked during the night’s special training, Haruhi herself had forgotten about it.

(Magic “Ninefold”… I must practice this well…)

Haruhi resolved as she sipped on the specially made azuki bean soup of the morning.

(But this soup is so delicious! Master Izay’s cooking skills are amazing. I need another bowl first!)

The fox-eared girl fluffed her neatly arranged large tail behind her and moved closer to Izay.

Sitting on Izay’s other side, Ais noticed this unintentional little move, blinked while biting her spoon, then after a moment, she too edged closer to Izay, not wanting to be outdone.

“…”

Izay paused slightly in his meal.

This subtle competition…?

(Not quite to the level of jealousy, but still an indirect unwillingness to fall behind~)

Across the table, Tione and Tiona exchanged glances while munching on their sandwiches.

Though both girls had very limited experience with love, they immediately saw through the situation between Izay, Haruhi, and Ais.

Maybe it was the Amazonian instinct.

Other passing team members smiled faintly upon seeing this scene.

Young people’s complicated romances, no big deal, any pairing would do!

As long as it’s within the group, why not ship them all!

Only one person stood out from the harmonious atmosphere.

“Waaaah… My Miss Ais… Waaaah…”

While continuously eating her breakfast, the small elf Refia let out whiny noises through her nose.

“This child…”

Not far away, Alisia propped her cheek with her hand, smiling amusedly yet helplessly.

Should she go comfort her a bit?

“Don’t bother, Alisia. Refia’s still a kid; let her cry a bit, and she’ll be fine~”

Angie noticed her intention but didn’t take it seriously.

Refia… honestly, Angie wasn’t sure if she was genuinely sad or not.

Even though she was “crying,” there was no real sorrow in it.

You could say she was crying, but not completely.

What emotions lay deep within her heart? Perhaps even she herself didn’t know.

And if you paid attention, you’d notice that every time Refia finished her whining, she recovered super quickly, right?

So Angie thought she didn’t need any comforting at all. Let her cry it out.

In the time it took to comfort her, Angie figured she might as well go tease Izay’s two cats instead. She wondered where those little ones had run off to while everyone was eating.

“Hmm… Actually, I’m considering whether I should console Refia.” Alisia said after pondering for a bit.

“Oh? What do you plan to tell her?”

“I remember Loki mentioned something—’if you can’t beat them, join them.’ It feels like it might fit here perfectly?”

“Ahh this…”

Faced with her friend who seemed to be seriously contemplating this, Angie was momentarily stunned, her tail unable to stay still.

Did she realize what she was saying? Seriously?

Could such words come from the usually rigid Elf Race? Or perhaps I have misunderstood elves?

Could it be that elves are actually an extremely open-minded race at heart?

Or maybe Alisia is particularly open-minded?

Cough cough cough…

The cat-eared girl suddenly choked on her soup, having thought of some inappropriate things.

……

Inside Finn’s office in the northern part of Twilight Manor.

After handling the leader’s duties, Finn called a small meeting, inviting Izay and Ais. He recounted the entire event of the twenty-fourth floor in detail.

“The key figure in this matter, that mysterious black-cloaked person, still hasn’t shown up, Izay? Not even when he handed over your reward?”

After hearing the entire story, Loki furrowed her brows slightly and asked.

“The reward was delivered via a generic carrier pigeon, those pigeons handle hundreds of letters every day.”

Izay chose a relatively plausible explanation and began to fabricate calmly.

“Tsk, this mysterious person… The commission was directly passed through a familiar guild clerk via mail, and the reward was distributed using the Nom Treasury method. Everything is done so flawlessly, his identity must be pretty sensitive, huh?”

Loki sat cross-legged in her “exclusive” spot, narrowing her eyes with a hint of annoyance.

Yes, Fels really is someone who likes to stay hidden…

Izay nodded internally.

An ancient sage from eight hundred years ago being alive would surely cause a stir in the world.

He had no intention of revealing this fact to Loki.

Because the old god Uranus wanted to keep another layer of secrecy.

Fels, hidden in the shadows as the private soldier of the old god, was akin to an “invisible threat” hanging over the heads of the adventurers in Orario.

He was the old god’s “eyes” and “arms,” an indispensable presence in managing Orario.

Such an existence, the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

So, for now, Loki would have to remain in the dark~

“Let’s stop talking about the black-cloaked person. What we should really focus on is that [White-haired Ghost].”

“An adventurer who should have died decades ago has somehow survived, becoming a ‘hybrid’ of human and monster, and can even strengthen themselves by consuming monster Magic Stones. These guys are truly troublesome.”

“If my guess is correct, that red-haired beast tamer Reivice should also be a ‘hybrid.'”

Similarly present in the office, Finn, Gress, and Riviria all found this troubling.

An enemy with potential Ability Values at Level 6 couldn’t help but worry them.

After all, the three of them were only at Level 6.

Such an enemy was enough to draw the attention of the Three Great Powers and Loki.

Although the White-haired Ghost Orivars had already been killed, the masked person who appeared last to save the red-haired beast tamer Reivice couldn’t let them lower their guard.

After all, Izay had indicated that the masked person might be Level 7.

“Leading us to the fifty-ninth floor… Ais, what do you think?”

“…I want to go!”

The young girl responded to Finn’s inquiry with a determined nod.

Riviria blinked and caught Izay’s gaze as he looked over.

Both conveyed the same unspoken agreement.

—A predictable answer.