Round 326

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Ashu’s apron was still at the question mark grade.  

There was also no description of the item, making me wonder if it was originally like this, unlike Ara’s relic.  

“Ashu, but do you normally wear this apron like this?”  

I asked while pointing at the apron with stains on it.  

You never know. It could have been intentionally left that way.  

But Ashu shook her head.  

– Ashu gets stains on it while cooking.  

“Really? Then is it okay to wash it?”  

– Wow! Is Kyu-seong doing it? For Ashu?! 

No way, just how lazy were they?  

The apron was so dirty that its original color was unrecognizable.  

It seemed like Ashu was only passionate about cooking and found everything else bothersome.  

I immediately took Ashu’s apron and headed to the stream.  

For something like this, hand-washing was the best option.  

I grabbed a washboard and a laundry paddle and started scrubbing hard.  

These tools had been part of the dD, but ever since we obtained a magic-powered washing machine, they were rarely used.  

Thwack, thwack, thwack.  

As I diligently scrubbed, Ara and Cheong came over to watch after finishing their meal.  

“Kyu-seong is doing the laundry.”  

“What is laundry?”  

“It’s cleaning clothes.”  

Before I knew it, Ara had become a proper older sister, teaching Cheong what I had once taught her.  

At first, Ara also thought watching me do laundry was some kind of play.  

The stains were more stubborn than I had expected.  

However, with continuous scrubbing, they started to fade little by little.  

“The color is changing!”  

Cheong watched in amazement.  

At the same time, Ara tilted her head and asked from beside me.  

“Can I try it too?”  

“You want to try, Ara?”  

“Yes!”  

Baton touch.  

Ara grabbed the laundry paddle.  

Soon, she was enthusiastically scrubbing the apron.  

She was definitely stronger than me, so the grime came off much more easily.  

“Whoa.”  

At this rate, won’t we end up polluting the stream?  

After taking turns washing for quite a while, the apron gradually started to regain its original color.  

“Was this its original color?”  

“I think so?”  

The apron wasn’t white.  

It was a slightly yellowish color, making me wonder if it needed bleach, but it also seemed like it was supposed to be that way.  

As soon as we completely removed the stains, the apron suddenly shone brightly!  

“Ohhh?”  

Had it regained its item’s power?  

Let’s check the information…  

[Relic of Lust (Mythical)]  

A relic infused with the power of lust that maximizes the wearer’s defense.  

– When worn, maintains a powerful protective barrier at all times.  

– Greatly increases stamina and speed.  

– Significantly boosts charm. Can captivate one person per day.  

“Wow!”  

Once the stains were gone, it transformed into a mythical-grade item.  

Its abilities were, as expected of a relic, utterly ridiculous.  

Especially the effect of being able to captivate someone once a day—it was almost frightening.  

‘This is too overpowered.’  

However, the unfortunate part was…  

A human couldn’t wear this apron.  

Ashu’s apron didn’t seem to have a size-adjustment function.  

It was literally an Ashu-exclusive item.  

“We should take it back to Ashu!”  

“Yeah.”  

After finishing the laundry, I headed toward Ashu.  

I waved the apron as I watched Ashu’s round figure busily cooking something.  

“Ashu! The laundry is done!”  

– Apron!  

Ashu hopped over and eagerly received the apron.  

Seeing how clean it had become, Ashu beamed with joy.  

– Ashu’s apron looks brand new!  

“Ashu, was your apron always this beige color?”  

– Yes! Since Ashu’s fur is white, I made the apron a different color!  

“Oh, I see!”  

So there was a reason behind the color choice.  

With the apron tied on, Ashu now looked like a warm-hearted chef from a fairy tale rabbit village.  

“Hm, something’s missing.”  

“Huh? What is?”  

Ara crossed her arms and watched Ashu cooking.  

Just then, Ashu was stirring a huge pot while adding ingredients.  

“I figured it out! The missing thing!”  

“What is it?!”  

“There’s no hat!”  

“Oh.”  

She must have been talking about a chef’s hat.  

As expected, Ara really liked hats.  

“Then should we buy one when we go out next time?”  

“That’s a great idea! While we’re at it, I’ll get a hat for myself too!”  

Honestly, Ara.  

That was your real goal, wasn’t it?  

Listening to cute Ara’s plans, I decided to focus on preparing for our next outdoor trip.  

I headed to the farm.  

The crops had grown a lot in the meantime.  

I was especially looking forward to the fruit trees, tea trees, and coffee plants that had grown well.  

The fruit trees would take at least another month before bearing fruit, and the coffee plants still had a way to go.  

However, the tea trees seemed ready for harvest.  

Since the young leaves had to be picked and dried, their harvesting season came quickly.  

Of course, they were young leaves from fully grown trees, but the slime-cultivated trees grew much faster.  

‘I did learn a little about this, though.’  

For tea leaves, I had even traveled all the way to Boseong, Jeollanam-do, to receive proper instruction.  

When I had time, I would take these kinds of trips to learn about farming.  

Just because I had visited once didn’t make me an expert, but it was better than not learning at all.  

“Hm.”  

My hand carefully examined the leaves.  

From a distance, it seemed like tea farmers just picked anything at random, but experiencing it firsthand made it clear that selection was difficult.  

They say if something looks easy, it’s because an expert is doing it.  

Actually trying it myself, I realized just how vast the skill gap was.  

“This should be it.”  

As I started plucking the young leaves, Ara and Cheong watched me curiously.  

“Can I try eating it?”  

“Does it taste good?”  

“Huh? Do you want to try it?”  

Even though they looked like children, they were fundamentally slimes, so there was no need to worry about an upset stomach.  

When I handed them the leaves, they chewed on them like little goats.  

“Mm! This is green tea!”  

“Oh, you got it right! Ara, you’re good at this!”  

Ara guessed it immediately, while Cheong tilted his head in confusion.  

It seemed a bit too difficult for Cheong.  

“Now we need to let it wither, roast it on a hot plate, and then ferment it.”  

“I can do it!”  

Cheong eagerly raised a hand.  

Now that I thought about it, I had completely forgotten about Cheong.  

With his help, we could drastically cut down the processing time.  

“Our Cheong is here! Then, can I ask you to help once we finish picking all the leaves?”  

“!”  

Cheong beamed with excitement, looking adorable.  

After picking a few more leaves, we moved to the open space next to the outdoor kitchen.  

“Okay, now we need to let these wither.”  

“Yes!”  

Cheong focused.  

Immediately, the tea leaves began to wither at an incredible speed.  

It was always fascinating to watch.  

“They’re ready!”  

“Yes!”  

“Now we need to roast them. I should explain this part.”  

I called Ashu over and explained the process.  

Ashu puffed out her chest, as if to say, “Leave it to me!”  

– Let Ashu and the Breeding Tribe handle it!  

The rabbits, excited about discovering a new ingredient, gathered around to inspect the tea leaves.  

I watched as they hopped around, carrying the leaves, and then guided them through the roasting process.  

“Yes, keep it over high heat, but don’t let it burn. Just like that. Perfect.”  

We repeated the process three times, roasting and rolling the leaves.  

Gradually, they started taking on the familiar shape of green tea.  

“It’s done.”  

– It smells amazing! I want to use it in cooking right away!  

As Ashu said, the tea was already releasing a pleasant fragrance.  

Ara wanted to compare it and popped a roasted tea leaf into her mouth.  

Even at this stage, it was already recognizable as green tea.  

However, fermentation was also important.  

Fermentation times varied, usually in hours.  

Some teas fermented for as long as two days, but green tea typically took around seven hours.  

With longer fermentation, we could make black tea, while a shorter time would yield white tea or keep it as green tea.  

For now, we decided to ferment it for seven hours to produce basic green tea.  

“Cheong, can you ferment it for seven hours?”  

“Seven hours… I-I’ll try!”  

Cheong looked slightly nervous.  

But soon, they focused intensely.  

Rustle.  

I could almost hear the sound of transformation.  

After just five seconds, Cheong exclaimed, “It’s done!”  

“Great job, Cheong.”  

Now, let’s check.  

First, the scent.  

“Mm!”  

It was incredible.  

Was green tea always this fragrant?  

I suddenly wanted to compare it with a store-bought green tea product, but I didn’t have any on hand.  

I had coffee, but no green tea.  

However, to me, our homegrown tea smelled far better.  

“And….”  

An item notification appeared.  

[Fragrant Green Tea Leaves LV.3]  

-Calms the mind and enhances concentration.  

-When brewed, increases focus.  

-When brewed, slightly reduces stress.  

Thanks to the slimes leveling up and Mark2’s abilities, our first harvest produced Level 3 tea leaves.  

And the item effects were perfect.  

It completely embodied the essence of green tea.  

“Now, let’s brew it into tea.”  

We immediately steeped the tea leaves in hot water.  

As soon as the hot water touched the leaves, the aroma deepened and filled the air.  

Even before drinking, just the scent alone was soothing.  

Sip. 

Ah, this is…  

For a moment, all my worries melted away.  

Was this a paradise or heaven?  

The rich green tea aroma enveloped my whole body, and the warmth of the tea made me feel utterly relaxed.  

“Haah.”  

I felt drowsy.  

This was great, but the side effect was no joke—I just wanted to spend the whole day drinking tea.  

Gulp, gulp. 

“Ahhh!”  

Beside me, Ara downed her tea in one go.  

That’s not how you drink tea…  

But when I saw Cheong copying Ara and chugging it down as well, I figured it didn’t really matter.  

As long as they enjoyed it.  

“It’s delicious! So fragrant!”  

“It’s making me sleepy.”  

Anyway, the green tea was a huge success.  

With the remaining leaves, I should try making black tea next.  

‘This would make a great gift for China.’  

Tea and China were practically synonymous.  

Especially the Pu’er tea I had when I was invited to the skyscraper—it was so memorable that I still thought about it from time to time.  

My tea was amazing, but it had a different kind of appeal.  

If I made Pu’er-style tea from my own leaves, what kind of flavor and aroma would it  have?  

Since I’d be going to China soon, I should make a variety of teas as gifts.  

After all, tea leaves are the same—it’s the fermentation and processing that determine the type of tea.  

“Kyu-seong-Kyu-seong, are we building the house now?”  

“House? Oh! Right, we were supposed to build a house.”  

Since I had already checked on the farm, it was time to seriously think about the house.  

I had considered building one so many times, but I had never actually gotten around to it.  

Now, I really had to do it.  

First, I should get advice from Kyler or my father.  

“A house! So Kyu-seong-nim is finally building one.”  

Kyler and his daughter happened to be at home.  

When I mentioned wanting to build a house, Kyler enthusiastically offered to help, rolling up his sleeves.  

“I actually had some regrets when building this house, so I’ll make sure to improve everything for yours. Just trust me.”  

“Wow, that’s reassuring! As expected of Kyler!”  

We also called my father, who had been fishing, and everyone gathered to discuss house construction.  

With so many heads together, the blueprint for ‘My New House’ quickly took shape.  

“It would be great if there was a swimming pool!”  

“Of course. I’ll even make it into a waterfall.”  

“Wow! That sounds amazing!”  

Wriggle, wriggle. 

Blop!  

Before I knew it, the slimes had gathered, joining our planning session.  

They communicated something, and Ara translated.  

“We need a field!”  

“We already have plenty of fields!”  

“The dining hall must be big!”  

“Hmm, I’ll consider that.”  

“We should plant the World Tree!”  

“That’s not happening!”  

This time, Seon-ah approached.  

“We need a workshop. I have video editing and other projects to work on. Oh, and a lab! If we’re taking care of the kids, we need a medical room and a treatment center, too…”  

“Build that in your house!”  

Next was Jae-seong.  

“A fermentation room would be nice. Fermentation isn’t just for soy sauce, doenjang, or kimchi—it’s useful for many things. And we should have a mushroom cultivation roo—”  

“You can make that separately! Why are you trying to put everything in my house?”  

I was starting to feel dizzy.  

The slimes alone were overwhelming, but now my siblings were joining in.  

And that wasn’t the end.  

– Hehehe.  

“What is it, Kkumuri?”  

“Kkumuri says we need a slide for sculpture exhibitions!”  

“…That makes no sense at all…”  

It looked like this house-building project was going to be quite chaotic.  

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Master 81

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“So this is how things turn out in the end.”

Just as Meredia, having withdrawn the killing intent from the elders of Lumen Ordo, stepped out of the meeting room.

“Well, it was never something we could hide forever anyway.”

Chairman Salem of the Elder Council, who had remained silent for a moment, let out a deep sigh and pulled out a newspaper from his robe.

“A hero reappears after centuries, proposes to the empire’s only Lady…”

“Spokesperson of the Duke of Embergreen declares: ‘Anyway, that’s how it went.’…”

It was an article the messenger bird, which arrived much later than scheduled for some reason, had delivered—a headline the elders had read over and over again in disbelief.

“If only we had known a few days earlier, we could have come up with a response.”

“Exactly.”

“How about we replace the messenger bird altogether?”

In truth, the one named ‘Gugu’ had been distracted after receiving all sorts of luxurious treatment in Meredia’s room, due to her love for birds.

Still, when you think about it, it was technically Gugu’s fault.

“You all know, right? That dim-looking bird is actually the loyal pet of the second-generation saint.”

“……”

“He’s not someone we can treat lightly.”

If it hadn’t been for the fact that it was the spirit once commanded by the previous saint, it would’ve lost its job long ago—but instead, it was punished with a week-long grain reduction.

“Well, to be honest, I don’t think the current situation is that bad.”

“Right. Who knows? Maybe this’ll finally knock some sense into our Guardian of Radiance.”

In the suddenly solemn atmosphere, the Eastern Continent branch head Baek Yeon-hwa gently opened the topic, and the Southern Continent branch head Astrid quickly chimed in.

“Honestly, do you know how hard it is to wear this ridiculous outfit at my age?”

Her lamenting tone that followed sounded surprisingly normal, quite unlike before.

“Your concept is definitely a bit too much.”

“Isn’t it? I’m the only one who can rival our dear Yeon-hwa, after all.”

“No, I’m not acting—I’m really the successor of the Kunlun sect…”

Not just her, but all the elders present—except Baek Yeon-hwa and the Northern supervisor Alastor—had by then relaxed their expressions and postures.

“But wasn’t that concept something you picked yourself?”

“Well…”

“To be honest, I’ve been feeling lately like you’re genuinely enjoying it—and it’s scary.”

But when Salem suddenly pressed with a sharp gaze, the atmosphere chilled in an instant.

“It’s been ages since all white mages became eccentrics, but at least our Elder Council needs to keep its wits.”

“No matter how murky the lower waters are, if the upper waters are clean, purification is still possible…”

As Salem continued with a heavy expression, Astrid frowned slightly and muttered in protest.

“It’s nonsense that the murkiest water is actually the biggest weirdo among all past leaders.”

“…Haa.”

At that, Salem lost his words and fell silent.

“Now that I think about it, isn’t it time for you two to decide on your concepts too?”

“”

“W-We…”

Suddenly seeming amused, Astrid turned to Aurora and Celeste, the siblings who had been awkwardly watching the mood all along.

“Don’t say you’re too young. In Lumen Ordo’s Elder Council, what matters is not age but pure talent.”

“Well, even Sir Whitney was once a candidate for Guardian of Radiance…”

At those words, Baek Yeon-hwa, who had briefly sulked over her background being ignored, nodded along unconsciously.

“Enough. That’s far enough.”

“…?”

“That topic… isn’t something we should talk about right now.”

Interrupting the conversation in a suddenly solemn tone, Salem turned his head to speak again.

“Looks like everyone’s returning to the meeting room.”

And at that very moment—

Creaaak…

As expected, the door to the meeting room opened, and Whitney, Meredia, and Tiffany—following slightly behind—entered.

‘She got rejected.’

‘Yup, rejected.’

‘That was definitely a rejection.’

That was the first impression of the Elder Council upon seeing Tiffany enter with a gloomy expression, following the closely attached Whitney and Meredia.

‘I wonder how long it’ll last this time.’

‘At least three months, maybe?’

…Or maybe even years.

Anyone who saw the scene unfolding would’ve thought the same.

“…Hey. Just how long do you plan on staying beside my man?”

Just before that, Tiffany, who had stood in silence, suddenly shouted.

“Have you forgotten already? I’m Whitney’s fiancée.”

“I’m his girlfriend!”

The next moment—an extended silence fell over the meeting room.

“…!?”

Despite years of training in their respective ‘concepts,’ the Elder Council members, who normally wouldn’t even blink at most things, were now overcome with pure shock.

“Ahaha…”

In the midst of it all, Whitney alone opened his mouth with his signature shameless smile.

“…Well, that’s how it turned out.”

***

‘What even is this situation?’

I had nothing to say, so I just blurted that out in front of everyone—but honestly, I was the one who least understood what was going on.

I had merely introduced my fiancée and my friend to each other… so why were we suddenly filming Love and War?

“Lady, what is going on…?”

“…Don’t mind me. Just follow the plan.”

I was so dumbfounded that, after returning to my seat, I tried to whisper a question to Lady Meredia sitting next to me, but what I got in return was an icy reaction.

“Instead, once this is over, you’re dead.”

“…!?”

..!?  

I was seriously going crazy with frustration, but I couldn’t ask further because of how tense the atmosphere was.

“C-Can’t I sit next to Whitney too…?”

“You are the Guardian of Radiance. You must sit in the seat of honor.”

“…But he’s my boyfriend and it’s been so long since we last met.”

Honestly, the person I wanted to question more than Lady Meredia was Tiffany, who was still arguing across the room and had suddenly started claiming I was her boyfriend.

“You must maintain your dignity as the Guardian of Radiance.”

“Ah, yeah. Right. What a wretched situation…”

With everyone, including Chairman Salem, breaking into cold sweat and struggling to get through this bizarre moment, I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut.

“I-Is this how romances work in the Western lands? The martial world beyond the sea is truly full of strange customs…”

“…Now then, let us begin the meeting in earnest.”

How much time passed, I couldn’t tell.

Finally, once things had somewhat settled down, Salem cleared his throat and began the session.

“Our first agenda concerns Sir Whitney’s promotion to an executive position…”

“Fufu, let’s just pretend this never happened, shall we?”

“…Silence. That’s not your decision to make.”

Astrid, who had been glaring daggers at me with a cold smile since earlier, fired back in a voice filled with hostility, stirring up tension once more.

“If anything, we should be the ones asking questions.”

At that moment, Lady Meredia, who was sitting closer than usual, glared at the elders and spoke up.

“A man who supposedly had no talent in white magic suddenly changes stance the moment he becomes a Hero? Isn’t that just a little too obvious?”

With that, silence fell over the meeting room.

“Unless he achieved some miraculous success in white magic after becoming a Hero, I just don’t buy it…”

“Yes, we need to address that first.”

As her half-laughing remark echoed through the quiet chamber, Salem let out another deep sigh and opened his mouth again.

“Whitney Lingard. The Elder Council already once refused your entry into Lumen Ordo when you were a child.”

“Yes, because you said my white mana seemed off at the time.”

“That was a lie.”

I had nodded without much thought, but upon hearing Salem’s firm declaration, I couldn’t help but smile brightly.

“To get straight to the point—your power is undeniably white mana.”

At last, it was the moment when Lumen Ordo officially recognized my strange white magic as the real deal.

“To be more specific, you are the only true white mage currently existing in the world.”

“Pardon? What do you mean…”

But as I listened to the following words, I could only gape in shock and disbelief.

“All the white mages currently active, including those in Lumen Ordo, aren’t actually using real ‘white magic.’”

The shocking revelation spilled from Salem’s mouth, something I never could have anticipated.

“White magic has long since been lost—more than a thousand years ago. Not since the white mage who was a companion to the first Hero has anyone awakened that power.”

“…!?”

“There is a record that one of the second Hero’s disciples may have awakened it, but that’s such an old document its credibility is doubtful.”

Wait, what are they saying?

That all the so-called white mages around the world weren’t actually white mages?

Was this some kind of hidden-camera prank?

“Hold on. I don’t quite get this. Then, what is it that you all are using?”

“What we wield is holy power. It’s distinctly different from white mana.”

“But then, the Holy Nation…”

“It’s more like a branch. We worship ‘light’ itself, while the Holy Nation worships the ‘goddess.’”

At first, I couldn’t believe it.

But Salem’s expression was far too serious for it to be a joke.

“There’s a reason the leaders of Lumen Ordo have always inherited the surname of the second Saint.”

“It’s widely believed that the most exceptional white mage becomes the leader, but in truth, the position has always been passed down through those with the blood of the Saint for hundreds of years.”

Seeing even the Elder Council and Tiffany at the head seat nodding quietly, it seemed this was indeed the truth.

If that’s the case, this is a huge revelation.

Even I, who thoroughly enjoyed every bit of content in the original game, didn’t know this.

Just how many secrets are hidden in this world?

“Just asking, but… Am I even allowed to know all this?”

“…It doesn’t matter.”

While I sat flustered, Lady Meredia beside me calmly posed that question, and Salem responded indifferently.

“In fact, what I’m about to say now concerns you as well.”

At those meaningful words, Lady Meredia twitched her brow slightly—but quickly regained her composure and asked again.

“If that’s all true, shouldn’t Whitney Lingard not only have been accepted, but also become your so-called Guardian of Radiance?”

“Hmm…”

This time, Salem fell silent and swallowed hard.

“Because Sir Whitney has one critical issue.”

Then, the words that followed from his mouth made me raise my voice without realizing.

“Is it because my white mana isn’t pure white, but gray?”

It finally felt like the moment had come to understand why my white magic was so strange.

“Stay calm and listen.”

So I held my breath and swallowed dryly, determined to accept whatever Salem would say.

“To get straight to the point—it’s because the power of the Demon King resides within you.”

“……!”

That bombshell of a statement shattered my resolve, and without thinking, I tightly grabbed Lady Meredia’s hand next to me.

“It is the most evil and dangerous power there is.”

This time, Lady Meredia did not rebuke me.

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Patron 193

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“What… What did you just say?”  

At Rim’s reaction, Paloel’s expression turned to one of shock.  

No, he couldn’t help but be shocked.  

No matter how much she was affiliated with the secret organization Paggade, her rank and authority were not higher than that of the Elder Council.  

In other words, Rim speaking informally to Paloel right now was—  

A blatant overreach of authority.  

Paloel’s brow furrowed deeply.  

But he dared not utter his next words.  

‘This girl… she’s serious.’  

A murderous aura filled the space.  

The sheer intensity of it spoke volumes.  

If he said another word—  

‘Paloel, I will eliminate you.’  

Though Paloel struggled to find the words, he could not understand Rim’s behavior.  

Just a few days ago, she hadn’t even liked that human.  

So why had her attitude changed so drastically?  

As he pondered, Paloel finally reached a conclusion.  

There was only one conclusion he could draw.  

That was—  

‘Could it be that Marquis Palatio, who arrived in Greynifra claiming that human might truly be a god—’  

If not, Rim’s sudden shift in attitude was simply incomprehensible.  

At that moment—  

“Let me make this clear.”  

“……”

“From now on, any attack against Marquis Palatio will be considered an attack against me.”  

Leaving behind that warning, Rim walked past him effortlessly.  

Paloel could only watch her back in silence.  

Meanwhile, at that same moment—  

“……So that’s the situation.”  

“I see, I understand now.”  

In a private audience with Queen Magrina of the Elves, Alon observed her reaction after explaining the full story.  

Then, he moved on to the next topic.  

“Anyway, I have a few questions about this matter. May I ask?”  

“Of course. If it’s something I know, I’ll answer anything.”  

At her friendly smile, Alon asked his first question.  

“By any chance, when did the ones below—no, the Ash Seeder—first appear?”  

“That… I can’t say for sure. Even we elves don’t know the details.”  

“……I see.”  

“However, if I were to make a rough estimation—I’d say it was about 600 to 700 years ago.”  

“600 to 700 years?”  

“Yes. That’s when I first heard about it.”  

Alon unconsciously tilted his head.  

‘600 to 700 years… Is that too ambiguous to be related to Greed?’  

From what Alon knew, the Mother of Greed always manifested alongside the Sin of Greed.  

And even after that, the Sin of Greed had to be nearby for her to appear.  

The Five Great Sins, including the Sin of Greed—  

Once they descend, they never remain idle.  

As if their goal was the total annihilation of the continent’s population, they would move toward any place teeming with life to spread death.  

In other words, if the Sin of Greed had truly appeared, chaos should have already erupted.  

‘If I assume the Sin of Greed appeared 600 to 700 years ago and perished, leaving only the Mother of Greed alive—then the timeline isn’t completely implausible.’  

As he pondered, Alon asked another question.  

“……Was there ever an instance of the Sin of Greed awakening around that time?”  

“Hmm… I’m not sure about that. I don’t think so.”  

A vague response came back.  

“Is that so?”  

Deciding to set aside his hypothesis for now, Alon moved on to the next question.  

He judged that pressing further wouldn’t yield any useful information.  

‘If it’s something from that far back, it might be recorded in ancient texts. I should look into it.’  

Then, suddenly—  

Alon found himself scrutinizing Queen Magrina’s face.  

‘……How old is she?’  

It wasn’t a pressing issue at the moment.  

But no matter how he looked at her, the years she casually mentioned didn’t match her youthful appearance, which raised questions in his mind.  

‘Casually talking about events from 700 years ago means she was alive back then. So that would make this elf at least—’  

As his thoughts naturally continued—  

“Oh—no, Marquis? Are you perhaps entertaining some rather disrespectful thoughts?”  

Her words snapped him back to reality.  

The queen was smiling.  

However, despite the curve of her lips, her eyes were not smiling at all.  

“Ah, no, that’s not it.”  

He answered more quickly than usual.  

“Then please continue with your questions.”  

“Of course.”  

Fortunately, the moment passed without incident.  

“Do you know about the mirror beneath the roots?”  

“A mirror?”  

“Yes, a full-length circular mirror.”  

Alon recounted the strange experience he had encountered.  

“Hmm, first of all, I can confirm that what you saw was indeed an artifact. However—”  

She paused briefly, then gently shook her head.  

“I don’t know exactly what its effects are.”  

“You don’t know its effects?”  

“Yes. Normally, that mirror doesn’t reflect anything. That’s why we assumed it was an artifact.”  

“……Since when has that mirror been there?”  

Once again, Queen Magrina took a moment to consider before answering.  

“I don’t know exactly. But it’s been there since the first time I visited that place.”  

“Then that means no one knows who placed it there either.”  

“Regrettably, that seems to be the case.”  

This, too, remained a mystery…  

Alon let out a short “Hmm~” before moving on to the next question.  

“Do you know what this is?”  

What he held out was a golden fruit obtained from deep within the roots.  

The moment the queen saw it—  

“…! This is… How did you obtain this?”  

She asked, seemingly a little surprised.  

Alon briefly explained the situation.  

After a short pause—  

“I see, so that’s how it happened.”  

Magrina nodded.  

As if she had come to understand something.  

She sank into deep thought for a while.  

Then, as if surfacing from the depths, she finally gave Alon an answer.  

“The fruit you are holding right now is the fruit of the World Tree.”  

“The World Tree’s fruit?”  

“Yes.”  

“…What happens if one eats this fruit?”  

Magrina’s answer came immediately.  

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s the fruit of the World Tree.”  

“And that means?”  

“You will likely gain magical power beyond imagination.”  

“…Magical power beyond imagination?”  

“Yes. The World Tree’s magical power is contained within it. Just consuming it will fill you with mana.”  

“Oh.”  

A faint expression of admiration appeared on Alon’s face.  

If Magrina’s words were true,  

This fruit could be the key to resolving Alon’s congenital mana depletion.  

However—  

“Still, you should exercise some caution before consuming it.”  

Nothing in this world came so easily.  

“Is there some kind of side effect?”  

“Rather than a side effect… It’s more that the effect is too powerful.”  

Too powerful?  

“Yes. If you eat it improperly, your body might explode.”  

“…Are you serious?”  

“The fruit only increases your mana, but it doesn’t enhance your body’s capacity to handle such a massive amount of energy.”  

Alon fell silent.  

He realized that the golden fruit before him was nothing more than a “gilded persimmon”—all show, but potentially deadly.  

However—  

“Enhancing my constitution, huh?”  

He wasn’t about to give up on this rare opportunity.  

Determined to research ways to improve his constitution, Alon put the fruit away.  

“Have you asked everything you were curious about?”  

Just as the conversation was about to wrap up—  

Alon remembered one last question on his mind.  

“May I ask one final thing?”  

“Of course.”  

Despite the many questions he had already asked, Magrina showed no sign of annoyance.  

She simply smiled.  

After a brief hesitation, Alon finally asked—  

“…Can you tell me everything you know about the Primordial Elf?”  

In the end, he asked that question.  

Since she had mistaken him for the Primordial Elf,  this question would undoubtedly sound strange to her.  

But after coming this far, leaving without any information on the Primordial Elf?  

That wasn’t an option either.  

Carefully, he posed the question.  

Though his expression remained neutral on the surface,  

Inside, he was quite tense, waiting for Magrina’s response.  

“The Primordial Elf… you say?”  

“Yes.”  

Then, Magrina—  

“Oh—sure, sure, I’ll tell you. That’s not difficult at all.”  

She smiled as if saying, ‘Oh, so that’s what you’re curious about?’  

Just like the first time, when Alon denied being the Primordial Elf.  

“Hmm~ Where should I start?”  

“I’d prefer if you told me everything you know.”  

He had to gather as much information as possible.  

So Alon made his demand without holding back.  

Magrina, as if she found it an entertaining game,  

Began sifting through her memories.  

“First of all, he was a mage.”  

“I see.”  

“He had a daughter, too.”  

“…A daughter?”  

“Yes.”  

That was unexpected information.  

‘So he was married.’  

Alon casually shrugged.  

“Anything else?”  

“He was intelligent. And although he seemed stern on the outside, he was kind-hearted.”  

From that point on, Magrina shared many nostalgic memories.  

As he quietly listened to her stories, Alon eventually said—  

“This should be enough.”  

“You think so?”  

“Thank you.”  

“You’re very welcome.”  

Leaving behind Magrina, who seemed a little disappointed, he returned to his quarters.  

***

Sili, the second daughter of the Maccalian family.  

Recently, she had become quite a celebrity.  

Of course, Sili had always been well-known.  

After all, her older brother was Deus Maccalian, Caliban’s Swordmaster.  

And he was widely recognized as a “sister fool” who doted on his younger sister to an excessive degree.  

However, the reason Sili had gained fame recently—  

Was because of magic.  

In Caliban, mages were generally not held in high regard.  

And yet—  

Despite learning magic for less than two years, she had rapidly risen to the second rank.  

A testament to her genius.  

Because of this, she had become quite a prominent figure in the capital.  

Today, she had something to discuss with Deus, so she visited his office.  

“Brother?”  

“What is it?”  

There,  

She found her brother holding binoculars, engaged in some strange activity—  

No, he was observing something.  

“…What are you doing, brother?”  

“What am I doing? Oh, you mean this?”  

“Yes.”  

When Sili nodded, Deus grinned confidently.  

“Take a look.”  

He handed the binoculars to her.  

“?”  

Though puzzled, she accepted them.  

Adjusting the focus,  

“What is—?”  

She unknowingly gasped at the vast estate that filled her vision.  

Then, beside her, Deus’s cheerful voice rang out.  

“It’s the Marquis’s estate.”  

“…Excuse me? The Marquis? As in Marquis Palatio?”  

“Yes. The view is quite clear, isn’t it?”  

“Well, yes, but… How?”  

When Sili looked confused, Deus proudly straightened his shoulders.  

“I asked a mage to cast a sharing spell on a gemstone retrieved from a labyrinth. Normally, such a distance would be impossible, but artifacts from the labyrinth are exceptionally effective.”  

Deus burst into laughter.  

“…Oh, I see. But… why exactly did you do this?”  

“Why? Obviously, to protect the Marquis.”  

“The Marquis?”  

“Yes. There might be enemies targeting him. This way, we can keep watch over him 24/7.”  

Hahaha.  

Deus’s face was filled with smug satisfaction.  

Meanwhile, Sili—  

‘Watch over him? Like this…?’  

“If any scoundrels try to target the Marquis, we can deal with them immediately.”  

The more she listened,  

‘Isn’t this more illegal…?’  

She felt like she was falling into a labyrinth of confusion.  

“No one will ever dare touch the Marquis! Hahaha!”  

It was a rather strange evening…  

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To be honest, Alon didn’t know exactly either.  

He could only make rough guesses about how the situation was unfolding. He didn’t truly understand.  

For instance, he didn’t know where exactly the five divine authorities he saw during his state of contemplation had gathered from. The only thing he could assume was that the strangely crackling blue sphere might be the divine authority of “Kalanon, the Thunder Receiver.” As for the rest, he had no clue about their origins.  

Similarly, when Alon chose the green divine authority,  

it was simply because, unlike the other spheres, it seemed to pulse as if asking to be chosen. At the time, he had no way of knowing where this divine authority had gathered from.  

It was only when his hand, wrapped in the green divine authority, touched the inscribed area, and he witnessed sprouts growing instantly, that he vaguely realized this divine authority was connected to this place, Greynifra. But even that was just a guess.  

Yes, it was merely a hypothesis.  

Until he saw the elves’ reactions.  

A group of elves, escorting Alon, led the way up towards the roots. Alon observed their expressions with a peculiar look.  

Just moments ago, when they had descended deeper, their faces had been full of tension and irritation. However, as if by mirage, those emotions had completely vanished. In their place, a unified sense of pride radiated from each of them.  

A grand existence— They were clearly feeling pride in the fact that they were serving the Primordial Elf.  

Alon found it overwhelmingly burdensome. Naturally, he was not the Primordial Elf.  

No, more than that— He didn’t even know what kind of being the Primordial Elf was, what their name was, or even the path of the Primordial Elf.  

…He could understand why they were mistaken, though.  

‘It’s probably because of the power I used.’  

The green divine authority.  

A force that instantly filled the space with the pulse of vibrant blue life. Now, it was clear.  

That power— It was the divine authority of the Primordial Elf. For the elves to mistake him for the Primordial Elf was, in a way, completely logical.  

Furthermore, Alon looked around.  

From the base of the roots, sprouts were beginning to bring life even to the withered, dried-out roots.  

If one were to witness this miracle firsthand—  

‘Even I would act like these elves.’  

The elves, exuding a sense of duty and pride as if they were guarding a noble figure. Their faces shone with a mix of elation, determination, and reverence.  

And that was exactly why Alon felt uncomfortable.  

Although everything was flowing naturally, ultimately, all of this was— born from a misunderstanding.  

‘Just…’  

For some reason, among the higher elves, the rumor that Alon was the Primordial Elf had spread. And due to that misconception, faith had gathered, which led to the formation of the green divine authority.  

Then today, Alon used that divine authority. A miracle was performed. And now, even more elves had come to believe that he was truly the Primordial Elf.  

In other words, he had used a divine authority born from a misunderstanding, which only deepened the illusion that he was a real god.  

The sheer absurdity of the situation made even Alon, who rarely wavered, flinch slightly.  

“Primo— no, Marquis. Is there something troubling you?”  

Rim immediately asked, having caught on to his reaction.  

“……”  

In truth, she was the one making him the most uncomfortable.  

Until they had entered the roots, her expression had been consistently cold. Even when Alon had casually thrown her a question, she had responded bluntly.  

Since she had been forced to take on a bothersome task, Alon had understood. Her curt demeanor hadn’t particularly bothered him.  

But now—  

“…No, it’s nothing.”  

“If you have any discomfort, please speak up immediately! Primo—no, Marquis. Thanks to you, we can now use magic even inside the roots!”  

She called him by an awkward mix of “Primo” and “Marquis,”  

her face filled with duty and pride as she beamed at him.  

At her sudden change, Alon fell into silence before finally—  

“…Alright.”  

He nodded, albeit somewhat reluctantly.  

***

“Marquis.”  

“Speak.”  

“What will you do if you truly become a god and return?”  

“…I didn’t become one because I wanted to.”  

“Can someone become a god even if they don’t want to?”  

That—  

“Apparently, yes.”  

It happened.  

“So, even if one doesn’t desire it, they can still become a god…”  

“…But why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?”  

It had already been two hours since they had returned from the roots.  

Since the queen had entered a meeting, Alon had been resting.  

Evan, who hadn’t followed them to the roots and had been lounging around all day, suddenly came with news.  

“The outside is in complete chaos right now.”  

“?”  

“They’re saying that the Marquis was truly the Primordial Elf.”  

“…Wasn’t that rumor already circulating before?”  

“No, I mean, before, it was just a rumor. But now, everyone’s whispering as if it’s fact.”  

“Elves sure are quick to believe rumors, aren’t they?”  

“I heard it was the work of the Shadow Leaves… or something? Someone’s been spreading the story everywhere.”  

“Ah…”  

Alon let out a deep sigh.  

Seeing this, Evan looked at him and asked,  

“Marquis.”  

“What?”  

“I just want to check… Are you, by any chance, really the Primordial Elf or something?”  

“What does ‘or something’ even mean?”  

“I mean, you know… Were you reincarnated? Or maybe possessed by someone?”  

Alon paused for a moment at Evan’s question.  

He could simply say no.  

That would be the easy answer.  

But for some reason, lying about it felt… wrong.  

So, he hesitated before answering.  

“At the very least, I don’t think I was ever the Primordial Elf.”  

“Well, of course not.”  

Evan drawled his words.  

Alon let out a quiet sigh and thought to himself.  

In truth, there were many other things to be concerned about beyond just the rumors.  

‘The entity in the mirror, the fruit from the ancient tree, the mother of greed… I’ve learned how to use divine authority, but there are still three new mysteries. Would the queen have any knowledge about them if I asked her?’  

Just as Alon was lost in contemplation—  

Knock, knock.  

“Primo—no, Marquis. Her Majesty has requested an audience with you.”  

At the sound of the peculiar title once again—  

“…I’ll go now.”  

Still unable to shake off the awkwardness, Alon stood up.  

***

“Your Majesty, do you truly think this is reasonable!? No matter what, sending an unverified individual down to the roots in this manner—do you understand just how dangerous that is!?”  

“Lord Paloel, this matter was settled long ago, was it not?”  

“I’m talking about what comes after! Even if Philde acknowledged him, that was still just speculation!”  

The moment Alon neared the audience chamber, voices erupted from within.  

‘…This is about me.’  

Before Alon could even feel awkward about the elderly man’s passionate voice—  

“Your Majesty, Marquis Palatio has arrived.”  

Without hesitation, as if unconcerned, Rim announced his arrival.  

“Enter.”  

After a brief silence, the doors opened, and an old elf stepped out.  

His long, waist-length white hair swayed, and his entire demeanor exuded anger.  

After glancing at Rim with an expressionless gaze, his eyes turned to Alon.  

A brief exchange of glances.  

For a moment, a wave of blatant hostility emanated from the old elf.  

‘…Tsk.’  

Clicking his tongue, he turned away from Alon and strode past him.  

“I apologize. The meeting ran a little late……Someone just wouldn’t let it end.”  

The queen’s voice followed.  

Alon shook his head.  

“It’s fine. I didn’t wait that long.”  

“So, how was it inside? The meeting just ended, so I haven’t heard the details yet. If you don’t mind, could you tell me exactly what happened in the roots?”  

At Magrina’s request, Alon remained silent for a moment before nodding.  

He had questions to ask, anyway.  

***

Elder Council President Paloel  

A member of the Elder Council, the second-highest governing body after the queen, which currently consisted of ten members.  

He was not pleased with the current situation.  

And the reason was simple—  

The rumors that Marquis Palatio was the Primordial Elf.  

‘A mere human…’  

Paloel frowned.  

The very idea that a human could be the Primordial Elf was revolting.  

Even if the queen and that remarkable mage Philde had said so, he found it intolerable.  

…No, if he was being honest—  

‘Damn it!’  

The emergence of the Primordial Elf itself was what bothered him.  

Because that meant—  

The power structure among the elves could shift, becoming more like that of the lizardmen tribes.  

And that, in turn, could directly affect his own authority.  

Thus, upon returning to his office in the royal palace—  

“Lord Paloel! A moment—”  

“Enough! I have somewhere to be. We’ll talk later.”  

“But it’s regarding the rumors from the roots—”  

“I’ll hear it later.”  

Brushing off an elf who had hurried over to report, he headed straight for a particular destination.  

Paggade’s office. Where Rim was.  

Because Paloel knew—  

That Rim was not entirely fond of the current situation.  

Of course, unlike him, her dissatisfaction did not stem from fear of losing power. It was closer to genuine discontent.  

But that hardly mattered.  

As long as their objectives aligned.  

What mattered was removing this so-called “Primordial Elf,” whose legitimacy couldn’t even be verified.  

Besides, Rim had descended to the roots as well.  

There was a chance— that she had found a reason to push that man out.  

Carrying that hope, he entered the office.  

“…Lord Paloel?”  

“Rim.”  

He faced her.  

There was uncertainty in her gaze— but also… a faint trace of hostility.  

‘…Hostility?’  

Paloel was puzzled.  

They weren’t particularly close, but they weren’t at odds, either.  

Just a few days ago, hadn’t they shared their skepticism about the so-called Primordial Elf and found common ground?  

Suppressing his doubt, Paloel asked about her return.  

“How was your trip to the roots?”  

“…Fine.”  

“I see. The reason I came here is simple—I have something to ask.”  

Since Rim didn’t respond much, Paloel took that as an opportunity and continued.  

“As you may have guessed, my question is about that so-called Primordial Elf. That human who dares to claim the title of the Primordial Elf.”  

Of course, Paloel knew the truth.  

That the man had never claimed such a thing himself.  

He also knew that the source and spread of the rumor stemmed from Philde.  

But that wasn’t the issue right now.  

What mattered was securing Rim’s support.  

“And so—”  

He deliberately used harsher words, hoping to stir her agreement.  

However—  

“Stop.”  

“…What?”  

“I said, stop.”  

Her words cut through the air like a blade.  

Then—  

“How dare you—”  

Her expression, which had been neutral, contorted like that of a vengeful spirit.  

“Are you insulting the Primordial Elf before me?”  

A burst of killing intent exploded, consuming the space.  

“……”  

Paloel stopped breathing.

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[First]  

[The technique is Reversal of Heaven (逆天).]  

“Wait—”  

The entity in the mirror spoke without warning.  

Alon attempted to converse with him.  

[Second.]  

The man wearing a tattered coat, looking distinctly different from Alon but strangely familiar, did not stop speaking.  

[Contemplate the Outer God.]  

“Wait.”  

Alon tried speaking again.  

However.  

[Third.]  

The entity in the mirror continued to unilaterally list information.  

As if he had no intention of engaging in a normal conversation from the start.  

[Perceive.]  

By that point, Alon resigned himself.  

Instead, he began to focus on what the entity before him was saying.  

He didn’t know what kind of object this mirror was.  

Nor who the figure reflected inside it was.  

But he instinctively realized one thing.  

That man’s words were undoubtedly an important key.  

What the entity in the mirror was saying was, without a doubt, significant.  

[Fourth.]  

[Observe directly.]  

[Fifth.]  

[Do not run away.]  

Even though Alon didn’t respond, the entity in the mirror continued explaining.  

As if imparting a revelation.  

And then.  

[If you do so, you will reach it.]  

With those final words,  

The entity in the mirror slowly began to fade away.  

Starting from the bottom, up to the head.  

Gradually.  

At that moment.  

[What are you doing?]  

A voice came from behind—Basiliora.  

“……What do you mean?”  

[No, I mean, you were talking about watching the mirror and waiting.]  

Basiliora’s deep voice made Alon frown in confusion.  

“Me?”  

[Then who else here would it be?]  

“……No, I’m sure there was someone else inside the mirror besides me.”  

[What nonsense is that? From the moment I saw it, there was nothing but your dull reflection.]  

“……Really?”  

[Are you doubting me?]  

Alon absentmindedly turned back to the mirror.  

The figure had disappeared without a trace, leaving only his own reflection.  

Thus.  

‘What in the world—’  

Alon frowned slightly, unable to comprehend.  

Thud!  

A bizarre sound echoed as he suddenly felt the ground give way beneath him.  

In an instant—  

[What the—!]  

[Meow!?]  

Basiliora’s alarmed voice and Blackie’s startled cry echoed as they grew distant.  

Only then did Alon realize.  

He was falling, along with the mirror, into a space that had suddenly opened beneath him.  

“…”  

Reacting instantly, Alon reached out and grabbed onto a root.  

Snap!  

But the root couldn’t hold his weight and snapped.  

Instead, it dragged him further down into the abyss below.  

[Damn it!]  

Basiliora moved urgently.  

Yet, the root, as if possessing a will of its own, sealed the opening the moment Alon fell through.  

Trapped in darkness, Alon felt himself floating.  

“?”  

Then suddenly,  

His feet touched solid ground.  

‘Wasn’t I just falling?’  

He brushed his foot against the ground, confirming its presence.  

Yet, all of his senses were overwhelmed with confusion.  

Alon observed the strange space around him.  

An endless abyss, immeasurable in size, resembling the cosmos itself—  

And yet, he could still feel the ground beneath his feet.  

In the pitch-black void, the only thing visible was his own body.  

‘What is this…………..?’  

An eerie and incomprehensible situation.  

As if his perception itself was being distorted, Alon repeatedly glanced between the abyss and his own body.  

But he had no time to stand idly.  

Regardless of the potential threats, staying still was not an option.  

So, he began to walk.  

He had no destination.  

He didn’t know how long he had been walking.  

“?”  

At the end of the abyss, where there had been nothing before, he saw letters.  

They seemed to be engraved somewhere—  

Yet also appeared to be floating in the air.  

He stepped closer to the letters.  

‘Roughly carved.’  

The words were crudely etched, as if someone had simply hacked at the wall with a blade.  

Despite their rugged appearance, they were still readable.  

As he silently scanned the message, Alon’s eyes widened.  

The words inscribed read—  

‘How to use Arrow.’  

***

[To those who seek to awaken Arrow, observe.]  

[If you do so and perceive it directly,]  

[You will be able to escape this place.]  

Alon reread the crude writing in silence.  

A faint expression of displeasure crossed his face.  

The words did indeed explain how to use Arrow—  

But they were written like a cryptic riddle.  

‘It would’ve been nice if they just explained it clearly.’  

He knew there was no one here to complain to.  

So, he sighed lightly.  

He briefly wondered who had written it.  

“Haah—”  

But for now, he sat down.  

The priority was finding a way out of this place.  

Alon slowly closed his eyes.  

Following the words on the inscription, he maintained a calm state.  

At the same time, he felt his mana stir.  

Though he had already expended a great deal of power dealing with the Mother of Greed—  

A thin thread of mana still flowed within him.  

That, in itself, surprised him.  

‘Entering such a deep state of observation this easily…?’  

Observing the mana flowing through his body was not difficult for Alon.

A mage who cannot observe mana cannot truly be called a mage.  

However, what surprised Alon was the ‘depth’ of his observation.  

Alon was observing mana at a far deeper level than usual.  

Normally, he could only perceive where his mana was flowing and how much of it remained.  

But now, he could discern even the most intricate strands of mana.  

His senses had become incredibly sharp.  

For a moment, it felt as though he were looking at microscopic organisms through a magnifying glass.  

“?”  

Then, suddenly, Alon felt a bizarre sensation—his consciousness expanding.  

His head spun, and a wave of nausea hit him.  

Despite this, Alon maintained his composure and continued his observation.  

At that moment.  

He felt an eerie sensation, as if something was pulling him in.  

“?”  

“……?”  

Before him, four orbs appeared, floating in the air.  

Each orb was a different color.  

‘Blue, green, red, white…?’  

As Alon examined them one by one, starting from the left,  

he instinctively realized something.  

These were not mana.  

They were divinities.  

He found it strange.  

‘……Four divinities?’  

Alon was already somewhat aware that he had gained faith through the dragonkin.  

But he had never imagined that he possessed four different types of divinity.  

It was deeply perplexing.  

‘If my guess is correct, one of them must belong to Karannon, the Lightning Receiver… but what are the other three?’  

Divinities with unknown origins and identities.  

As he pondered deeply—  

“?”  

Alon suddenly became aware.  

There was another orb floating beside him.  

It was difficult to distinguish in the dark space.  

A dark orb, so deep in color that it seemed to blend into the abyss, silently hovered behind him.  

‘This is…?’  

It was the same size as the other four orbs.  

But unlike the others, this black orb positioned behind him—  

radiated an ominous energy, like a black hole lurking within the abyss.  

Then.  

Vwooom—  

A resonant sound echoed through the air, drawing Alon’s attention forward.  

Among the four colored orbs, the green one emitted a strange hum.  

As if it were calling to him, urging him to choose it, the orb vibrated ever so slightly.  

After a brief moment of hesitation, Alon reached out and touched the green orb.  

In that instant.  

Whoooosh—!!!!  

A dazzling white light engulfed Alon.  

“!?”  

Startled, Alon opened his eyes, only to realize— his entire body was now glowing with an interwoven mix of green and gold light.  

He immediately stood up.  

And then.  

From the crudely carved letters, something began to emit a faint green glow.  

Alon reached out toward it.  

Tap—  

The moment his fingertip touched the letters.  

Whoooosh—!  

From that spot—  

A sprout began to grow.  

Not just one.  

Dozens.  

Hundreds.  

Thousands.  

Tens of thousands—No.  

“!!!”  

An uncountable number of sprouts began to emerge.  

A fresh, vibrant scent filled the air.  

A brilliant green spread before his eyes.  

The sight was mesmerizing, as the sprouts overtook the abyss.  

Like an infection spreading, the sprouts consumed the darkness.  

And slowly, the ‘true form’ of this space began to reveal itself.  

Eventually.  

“Ah.”  

It was fully unveiled.  

A massive garden stretched across Alon’s entire field of vision.  

A grand tree stood at its center, surrounded by lush, overflowing greenery.  

Dazzled by the radiant sight, Alon couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.  

At that moment.  

The towering tree at the heart of the garden swayed gently, as if beckoning him forward.  

It did not speak.  

Nor did it send a voice into his mind.  

Yet, Alon instinctively understood.  

The tree was calling to him.  

As if entranced, he stepped closer.  

Tap—  

Recognizing his presence.  

The moment Alon stood beneath it, something fell from its branches and landed in his palm.  

It was a fruit.  

A golden fruit, about the size of an apple.  

‘Thank you.’  

As he gazed at the fruit, the tree swayed softly, and once again, a sense of ‘communication’ imprinted itself into him.  

Alon lifted his gaze toward the tree.  

And behind it—  

He noticed a spiral staircase leading upward.  

Without hesitation, he walked toward it.  

***

[Meow!]  

[Are you all right!?]  

Alon ascended the spiral staircase.  

As if they had been waiting for him, Basiliora and Blackie rushed to him.  

[Wait, what is that?]  

“?”  

[Why are you leaking so much divinity?]  

Basiliora, now shrunken back into his spirit form after 15 minutes had passed, reacted with intense bewilderment.  

Alon looked down at himself.  

His body was still wrapped in an unextinguished green light.  

Realizing this, he quickly glanced around.  

The once desolate underground space was now covered in sprouts and flowers.  

“……By the way, why did this place change so suddenly?”  

[Shortly after you went down, it started transforming like this.]  

Everything Alon had experienced below had manifested here as well.  

He suddenly noticed the elves standing in the distance.  

Beyond the four members of Paggade who had accompanied them, there were now more than twenty figures.  

They had followed after him, entering at different times after he had ventured deep inside.  

Unaware of this, Alon assumed—  

‘Did reinforcements arrive that quickly?’  

With that thought, he approached them.  

His task was done.  

Turning toward Rim, who was staring at him in a daze,  

“Let’s head up—”  

He had begun to say.  

Thud—!  

But suddenly, Rim dropped to her knees.  

“?”  

What is she—  

Thud—!  

Thud—!  

One by one, as if following an unspoken command, the elves all kneeled before Alon.  

And then.  

““We, the humble children of the forest, greet the great one.””  

“…???”  

As if they had rehearsed it beforehand.  

In perfect unison, they bowed their heads to the ground.

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Round 325

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Ashu’s apron, discovered in an unexpected place.  

Looking at the stained and tattered piece of cloth, I couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.  

“This is supposed to be a holy relic?”  

Compared to Ara’s holy relic, it looked utterly unimpressive. Moreover, its rank was marked with a question mark.  

Still, it seemed to be connected to the Relic of Lust, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, and just then, Nayef provided an explanation.  

“The exact rank is unknown, but it bears the name of one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Additionally, after analyzing the fabric’s composition and the substances stained on it, we hypothesized that it might be a cooking apron. Of course, no other guild would believe this, but that’s our conclusion.”  

“A cooking apron…”  

“Since you’re also connected to cooking, I thought it would be fitting to include it. You can consider it more of a showpiece than a practical item.”  

A mere showpiece…  

However, since I already knew the true nature of this item, I no longer needed to choose anything else.  

Not wanting to make it obvious, I proceeded to examine the other items one by one.  

The remaining two boxes contained a legendary ring and legendary gloves.  

Both were incredibly valuable items.  

The ring, in particular, was quite tempting.  

Everyone around me naturally assumed I would choose the ring.  

However, Ara and I had already decided on our choice.  

“Gulp. Such a waste…”  

Ara swallowed her saliva while staring at the remaining legendary items.  

But the Relic of the Seven Deadly Sins was far more important than those legendary items.  

A mythical-grade item.  

Although it was currently marked with a question mark, it was undoubtedly of mythic grade.  

“I’ve made my decision.”  

“Already? You can take a few more days to think about it.”  

Nayef asked as if making sure I was certain.  

Hassan, standing nearby, also offered his thoughts carefully.  

“You could seek help from the Ara Hongryeon Guild or even the Korean government.”  

“Thank you for the advice, but my decision is final.”  

“Hmm, well, it’s your judgment in the end. To be honest, the best item here is obvious.”  

“That’s right.”  

Everyone’s gaze turned toward the ring.  

Meanwhile, I walked toward the apron.  

“??”  

Everyone’s face was filled with question marks.  

As I picked up the apron, their expressions gradually turned pale.  

“I choose this.”  

“The apron?!”  

“Kyu-seong! Are you seriously choosing that?!”  

“Th-Think again! From what I see, that ring—or at the very least, the Great Elixir—would be a much better choice!”  

They were practically desperate to push better items onto me.  

Abdullah, Nayef’s secretary, shook his head in disbelief.  

“Why is he so eager to take a loss?”  

Despite the protests, I firmly chose Ashu’s apron.  

“This is enough for me.”  

“This is… utterly incomprehensible…”  

Nayef tilted his head, unable to understand.  

However, Hassan seemed to be deep in thought before suddenly nodding as if he’d figured something out.  

“Ah, so that’s why.”  

Hassan had seen Ashu in our dungeon before.  

He also knew Ashu was associated with Lust.  

At first, he had tried to stop me, but then he must have remembered that Ashu lived in my house.  

“Actually, I was the one who brought that item here.”  

“Huh?”  

“The United States once requested help from Isthart. It was during an exploration of the Dungeon of Lust. At that time, I secretly took this item.”  

This old man…  

As expected, he was incredible.  

He actually managed to steal Ashu’s relic.  

If Hassan had been around for Emily’s relic retrieval quest, maybe he could have handled it without my help.  

“Are you really sure about choosing that item? You don’t even know what it’s used for.”  

“I’m sure.”  

“It has no apparent effects and is only notable for having the name of one of the Seven Deadly Sins attached to it.”  

Nayef continued to express his concern, but I simply gave an awkward smile and refused to let go of the apron.  

“Sigh, if that’s what you want, I suppose there’s no stopping you. But… I still can’t accept this. This isn’t enough.”  

Saying that, Nayef gestured toward me.  

“You should take the Great Elixir as well. Take both.”  

“Huh? Really?”  

I was touched.  

Even receiving one legendary item was already more than enough, and now he was offering me another?  

“This feels a bit unfair…”  

Ashu’s apron was most likely a mythic-grade item.  

And now I was about to take another legendary item on top of that?  

I reached out to accept the Great Elixir from Nayef but then pulled my hand back.  

“…Thinking about it, I feel too guilty. This is more than enough for me.”  

“But, Lee Kyu-seong, I’m giving it to you willingly.  

There’s no need to feel burdened.”  

“To be honest, even receiving this alone is an immense reward for me. Everyone makes mistakes, and it just so happens that due to one of those mistakes, I’m getting a legendary item. Taking another on top of that is just…”  

Not just legendary—mythic.  

Some might argue that since Isthart failed to recognize its true value, there was no reason for me to feel guilty.  

But that’s just not the kind of person I was.  

Besides, excessive greed often leads to downfall.  

Right now, Nayef might feel that giving me the Great Elixir is only fair.  

But when he later realizes that the item he gave away was actually mythic-grade, he’ll feel deeply betrayed.  

Logically, it was Isthart’s fault for failing to appraise the item properly.  

But emotions don’t work in such simple black-and-white terms.  

It was entirely possible for them to feel wronged.  

So I decided not to be greedy.  

“I’m glad I invited you.”  

At that moment, Nayef, with an indifferent expression, put the Great Elixir back.  

“To be honest, Lee Kyu-seong, I invited you here purely out of curiosity. A contract would have been a nice bonus, but it wasn’t my main goal.”  

Now that he mentioned it, his attitude toward the contract negotiation had been pretty casual.  

It never felt like he was truly desperate to recruit me.  

“But after meeting you in person and getting to know you, I’m very satisfied. So, let me ask again.”  

The usual lighthearted Nayef had disappeared.  

Gone was his ever-present smile, replaced by the cold and commanding presence of a Level 9 Awakener and the leader of the world’s top guild.  

“Will you join us? We are not content with merely being the number one guild in the world. We aim even higher.”  

“Even higher…?”  

There was something beyond that?  

What was he talking about?  

“Our goal is to become the first in history to single-handedly clear a Seven Deadly Sins dungeon.”  

“…What?!”  

Clearing a Seven Deadly Sins dungeon?!  

Nayef’s unexpected ambition left me speechless.  

At the same time, alarm bells rang in my head.  

“A… A Seven Deadly Sins dungeon? Which ones are left?”  

Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Lust.  

These four were already with me.  

That left Envy, Sloth, and Pride.  

I knew that Kyler was aware of Sloth’s location, but the whereabouts of the other two remained a mystery…  

“Wait… Is it in the European Union or the United States?”

“No, conquering those dungeons is their responsibility.”  

“T-Then, have you discovered a new Seven Deadly Sins dungeon?!”  

Could it be that Isthart also found Sloth, which Kyler knew about?  

A tense moment.  

Nayef shook his head regretfully.  

“Our goal is to hunt down the Seven Deadly Sins. But we haven’t found a new dungeon yet. However, our guild members are actively searching as we speak. I believe we’ll discover one soon.”  

Phew. That’s a relief.  

Of course, there was still a chance that Nayef had already found one and was hiding it from me.  

But judging by his demeanor, it didn’t seem like he was lying.  

‘Considering Isthart’s power, they’ll probably find a new Seven Deadly Sins dungeon soon enough.’  

Ugh. If possible, I wanted to take them all with me.  

I was quite greedy myself.  

And since all the Seven Deadly Sins were Ara’s friends, I wanted to find them first before others fought over them.  

“The remaining Seven Deadly Sins are Gluttony, Sloth, Envy, and Pride. Our goal is to locate at least one of them within the year. As for subjugation, we estimate it will take five years.”  

“Ah…”  

“If you join our guild, we could cut that time significantly—perhaps to three years.”  

Nayef spoke seriously.  

But of course, I couldn’t help him with his goal of subjugating the Seven Deadly Sins.  

Well, I could technically join the guild and use them to my advantage, but that would be too underhanded.  

“Hmm, rather than hunting something down, I prefer enjoying small moments of happiness with my family and friends.”  

“Hmm…”  

“Having a goal in life is great. But I am already content with my current life.”  

As soon as I finished speaking, Nayef let out a sigh of disappointment.  

“It would have been nice to have someone like you in our guild.”  

It felt like he was letting go of the idea completely.  

His usual cheerful demeanor returned.  

He seemed to realize that our goals simply didn’t align.  

For me, I was just grateful that he wasn’t being pushy about it.  

After obtaining Ashu’s apron, I spent two more days in Isthart, exploring the place before returning to Korea.  

“That was fun!”  

Ara threw her hands up in excitement while sitting in the passenger seat, looking at me.  

Seeing how adorable she was, I chuckled and nodded.  

“Next time, let’s bring Cheong along too.”  

“Yes!”  

Hassan was scheduled to visit again in a few days.  

He needed to measure the World Tree, but before that, he had some pending work to take care of.  

“Chuseok is almost over.”  

Once Chuseok ended, I would go to Skyscraper to pick up Seon-ah.  

It seemed like Hassan’s schedule would overlap with mine, so I had to coordinate things properly.  

I also needed to build a house and check out the Sloth dungeon.  

There was so much to do.  

Nothing was particularly urgent, but after visiting Isthart, I started feeling a little anxious about Sloth.  

If Isthart discovered its location before I got there, it would be quite troublesome.  

‘I should at least check on Sloth first.’  

Even if I didn’t bring it back immediately, I needed to confirm its location.  

With those thoughts in mind, I continued driving and finally arrived home.  

“I’m back!”  

“I’m back too!”  

We shouted into the empty space and entered the dungeon.  

As soon as we did, Jae-seong and the restaurant staff welcomed us.  

“Brother, you’re back?”  

“Yeah.”  

Since Ara and I weren’t around, no one could enter the Gluttony dungeon.  

So they had to prepare food supplies in advance and keep commuting back and forth.  

The restaurant had to operate daily, after all.  

“Shall we go inside? You must’ve waited a long time.”  

“Not at all, boss!”  

Hearing Jeong-yul’s disciplined response, we returned to the Gluttony dungeon.  

Upon arriving at Slime Village, I saw my mother watching the children play and my father lounging in a hammock.  

“Did you have a good trip?”  

“Yes. Nothing happened, right?”  

“Everyone’s been well. Cheong missed you a lot.”  

The moment she finished speaking, I saw Cheong sprinting toward us from the fields.  

Seeing that, Ara ran forward and embraced him.  

“I missed you!”  

“I missed you too!”  

Watching the two hugging each other brought a warm smile to our faces.  

Since we had been away for a few days, Cheong must have missed us dearly.  

I lifted him up while checking the state of the fields.  

“I took good care of it!”  

“Wow, really? You’re amazing, Cheong!”  

“Ehehe~ I’m so happy!”  

Just as he said, the fields were in perfect condition.  

After surveying everything, I finally headed toward the kitchen.  

The open kitchen was as busy as ever.  

And there, I saw Ashu.  

“Ashu!”  

-Ashu heard her name? Oh! You’re back!  

Ashu bounced toward me with a bright smile.  

As I patted her head, Ara, who was brimming with excitement, suddenly exclaimed.  

“Ashu! We brought you a present!”  

-A present for Ashu? What is it? What is it?  

She perked up her ears and tilted her head in curiosity.  

She looked so adorable.  

“Tada!”  

I pulled out Ashu’s apron from my coat.  

Her eyes widened in surprise.  

-Oh! This is Ashu’s!!  

“I found the apron you lost!”  

-Wowww! Ashu has been looking for this everywhere! Where did you find it? How did you find it? Thank you so much!!  

Holding the apron, Ashu looked at us with sparkling eyes, on the verge of tears.  

Seeing that made my heart ache a little, and Ara seemed to feel the same, as she suddenly pulled Ashu into a tight hug.  

In the end, I couldn’t resist either and hugged them both.  

-Ashu is so happy! Thank you so, so much!  

“We’re grateful too, Ashu. Let’s continue to be happy together.”

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Master 80

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“H-How have you been all this time?”

“Well, I’ve been managing, I guess.”

As I chatted a little more with Tiffany, I ended up getting her permission to drop formal speech entirely.

‘Honestly, I’ve always wanted to speak more casually, but it’s kind of hard.’

I was strictly trained in manners by my mother when I was young, but the truth is, I’ve never had anyone close enough to speak casually with.

If I had to name someone, it would be my younger sister and reliable ally, Cecil.

Oh, and the demon I brought to the mansion recently—I talk down to her too, since there’s really no reason to speak politely.

Aside from that, Tiffany, who just turned out to be my closest friend, is almost the only person I speak informally with.

“S-So how did you end up becoming a Hero? I mean… if you’re my partner, I guess that makes sense… hehe.”

“I didn’t know you could talk normally like that.”

Just as I was feeling a bit sentimental, I noticed that Tiffany’s tone had become more normal, and I asked her out of curiosity.

“Ah!”

As expected, she let out a little yelp and jumped, quickly straightening her posture.

“I-If our connection is truly fated, then this is merely the beginning! The destiny that lies ahead transcends the understanding of mere mortals…”

“You can just speak normally in front of me.”

Watching her with a slight smile, I spoke in a gentle tone.

“Q-Quit it! One must maintain proper decorum before the Guardian of Radiance!”

“Well, if you don’t want to, that’s fine…”

But seeing her face turn completely red and her exaggerated gestures grow louder, it seemed clear that this whole chuunibyou speech pattern was just unfixable.

“I just wanted us to speak casually with each other…”

I really did want to help her fix her tone for the future embarrassment she’d surely feel, but if she didn’t want to…

“Th-Then. Should I…?”

Just as I was about to give up, Tiffany, who had been quietly watching my reaction, suddenly spoke in an awkward voice.

“H-Hi.”

“So… um…”

As I stared at her blankly, Tiffany started sweating nervously and, after forcing out a normal tone, suddenly shut her eyes and began yelling.

“H-Hey there! Shadow!”

“…Yes.”

“B-Bring what I asked for, now!”

At her command, a maid suddenly popped out of nowhere, muttering with a worried expression.

“T-The head maid said to put it away though…”

“H-Hurry! Do you dare defy my words?!”

“…As you command.”

But as Tiffany practically threw a tantrum, the maid finally sighed deeply and quietly left the meeting room.

“H-How was that? I looked cool, right?…I looked dignified, right? Huh?”

Tiffany, who had been watching the maid’s retreating figure with a solemn face, turned back to me with sparkling eyes.

“You really looked cool…”

“Hehe.”

To be honest, she looked less dignified and more like a childish noble’s daughter, but I wasn’t cold-hearted enough to throw a harsh truth at my one and only friend.

“H-How do I look? Cool, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“T-This is the outfit you said looked cool when we were kids. So I kept wearing it…”

Something about her words felt oddly significant, but before I could think more about it, my eyes were drawn to what the returning maid was holding.

“I brought it, Guardian of Radiance.”

“Hand it over!”

“…Sigh.”

Tiffany also turned her gaze to the maid and quickly took what she held, then shyly offered it to me.

“Here. Take it.”

“This is… a flower?”

“Yeah. I-I grew it myself in the garden.”

Do close friends usually give each other things like this?

I’ve never had a friend, in either this life or the last, so I really don’t know.

“Wait… the Guardian just spoke normally…?”

“…N-Normally. This should be the part where she says, ‘It is the petal of darkness I once wielded in the Abyssal Garden!’ or something.”

I kind of wanted to sneak a peek at the maids gathered behind the slightly open door and ask them about this, but they all looked like they were seeing a ghost and were too busy whispering among themselves.

“Oh, but before we go back to the meeting room, there’s one thing I wanted to ask.”

Just then, as I was scratching my head and looking over the bouquet I’d received, Tiffany narrowed her eyes and tossed out a question.

“…Who’s the woman you came with?”

“Oh, she’s…”

It was only then that I realized I hadn’t explained anything about Lady Meredia, and as I quietly stroked the ring on my left ring finger and prepared to speak—

“It’s better to hear that directly from me, don’t you think?”

A sudden icy voice came from behind.

“I’m sure I said I wanted a private conversation.”

Before I could even turn my head, Tiffany’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I know. But how could I just sit still?”

“…What?”

“It seems you’ve gotten a rather ridiculous misunderstanding.”

But Lady Meredia, completely ignoring that and stepping into the room, began walking toward the table where Tiffany and I were sitting.

“You’d better listen closely, Leader of Lumen Ordo.”

“……”

“Whitney and I…”

Just as she bared her teeth and was about to say more, I quickly stood up, unable to let the situation get any worse.

“Tiffany, this is my fiancée, Lady Meredia.”

And in that moment, silence fell over the room.

“Lady Meredia, this is my long-time friend, Miss Tiffany Astelaid.”

In that silence, I put on the most harmless expression I could and leaned close to Lady Meredia to whisper softly.

……

Fortunately, after that introduction, the two of them simply stared at each other for a while.

‘Yeah. Now that the misunderstanding’s cleared up, there’s no need for any pointless conflict.’

Actually, wouldn’t this be a good chance to help Lady Meredia make a friend?

“Since we’re here anyway, I hope you two can get along well. Haha.”

With that wish, I gave them my brightest smile.

***

‘…A long-time friend, huh.’

Meredia had stormed into the room to correct the rude misunderstanding of Tiffany Astelaid, the leader of Lumen Ordo, after getting permission from the Elder Council.

‘And that suspicious smile. What is he scheming this time?’

However, at Whitney’s words, she briefly shut her mouth and once again studied the wicked expression on his face, falling into deep thought.

‘This guy charmed even the Saintess with just his words and wits. He’s definitely scheming something again.’

To the current Meredia, Whitney was the kind of person who could be dropped in the middle of a desert kingdom and still find his way back to the mansion within a week.

Seeing him flash that characteristic smile again and send a subtle signal—Meredia could no longer brush it off lightly.

“Engaged…? You’re saying he’s your fiancé?”

“Yes, my fiancé.”

And, of course, at those words—while tilting her head slightly—Tiffany’s expression grew curious, and Meredia’s gaze turned oddly focused.

“W-What does engagement mean?”

It was at that moment that Meredia realized the eccentric girl, who had spent her whole life learning white magic and culture, had a fatal flaw: a lack of basic common knowledge.

“Hey, Shadow, do you know what it means?”

“U-Um… well…”

Normally, this wouldn’t have been much of a problem.

If she didn’t know something, Tiffany would just ask the maids—whom she had renamed “Shadows.”

“It’s sort of like a spiritual union…”

“A spiritual union?”

But this situation was a little different.

“It means they form a deep bond, both physically and emotionally.”

“Hmmm.”

“I-It’s kind of like a contract, or a social promise…”

Because the maid couldn’t handle the disaster that might come from fully explaining the meaning of “fiancé,” she ended up twisting her words around.

“Aha, so that woman is your vassal!”

“Sorry?”

Thanks to that, Tiffany—after thinking hard for a moment—reached that conclusion and shouted with a bright smile.

“Wait, I think you misunderstood something…”

‘Hah, so that’s what this is.’

Realizing Whitney’s plan, Meredia glared sideways at him as he scratched his head and mumbled, quickly organizing the situation in her mind.

‘To think he’d pull such a bold con in the stronghold of white magic…’

Apparently, her devious fiancé had now extended his claws toward the leader of Lumen Ordo.

‘…How outrageous. And this guy’s supposed to be a hero?’

Meredia felt slightly annoyed that Whitney had devised this scheme without even discussing it with her, but that irritation quickly evaporated from her mind.

“Tiffany, what being engaged means is—”

“Right, it’s kind of like being a vassal.”

In any case, gaining the cooperation of Lumen Ordo was essential for Whitney’s future plans and for finding a way to break the curse on Meredia.

“Whitney Lingard and I belong to each other—legally and privately. So in a sense, you could say we’re bound like master and vassal.”

“O-Oh! I knew it! That’s what it was!”

In that case, rather than trying to assert ownership over a little girl and boost her pride, it was better to go along with the little charade for now.

Because no matter what the eccentric girl misunderstood, the fact that Whitney was Meredia’s fiancé wouldn’t change.

If anything, when the poor girl found out the truth later, she might grow disillusioned with Whitney for using her misunderstanding to his advantage.

Considering all that, it was clear that cooperating quietly with Whitney’s scheme was the smartest move for now.

“Then, allow me to introduce myself. I am the head of Lumen Ordo, the Guardian of Radiance, the one who holds the secrets of the heavens, heir to the great mage who rules over the seven stars, and—”

But just as Meredia, who had already made up her mind, furrowed her brows slightly, she quietly walked over to the sofa where Whitney was sitting modestly.

“And Whitney’s one and only. Wait. What are you doing?”

A moment later, in the middle of her grand introduction, Tiffany’s eyes widened like a startled rabbit as she saw the scene before her.

“What?”

“W-Why are you sitting next to Whitney?”

Meredia, who had suddenly seated herself right next to Whitney, responded with a bold expression.

“I’m sitting next to my fiancé. What about it?”

“Th-That’s not what I meant…”

“Fiancés are supposed to do this. Is that a problem?”

“A-Ah… Is she the type of vassal who shares her strength with her master…?”

“Well, you could say that.”

“Ugh… Then I suppose it can’t be helped.”

Though Tiffany looked a bit uncomfortable, she nodded as if she understood, trying to continue her explanation.

“Anyway, I’m Whitney’s one and only—Hey!”

“What now?”

“Y-You’re leaning too close, aren’t you!?”

As Meredia, who had been gazing sideways at Whitney, suddenly leaned her head on his shoulder, Tiffany’s face turned bright red and she burst out yelling.

“Haha. Tiffany, fiancés are allowed to do this.”

“T-They are…?”

But contrary to her earlier assertiveness, Tiffany shrank back the moment Whitney spoke with an innocent smile, defending Meredia.

“Still… y-you’re m-my boyfriend…”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“N-Nothing…”

The maids, who had been silently watching from the back, all squinted their eyes and began murmuring among themselves.

“He’s a bad guy…”

“I knew something was off. Too normal for a white mage…”

“So he’s finally revealed his true colors…”

Meanwhile, Whitney, who believed he had restored peace with his cleverness, remained completely oblivious to the maids’ evaluation—and smiled brightly.

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A deafening roar shakes the entire root, vibrating the air.  

Basiliora, summoned from the depths of the World Tree’s roots, opens its massive mouth and lets out a roar, as if proclaiming its descent to the world.  

The overwhelming presence makes the Ashes shrink back.  

Those who had been lunging toward the elves freeze in place, crushed by the divine being that has appeared before them.  

“_!”  

The elves, speechless at the unfolding situation, simply gape in astonishment.  

Kwa-ga-ga-ga-kak—!  

Basiliora begins to move, confronting tens of thousands of Ashes.  

No, it wasn’t a confrontation.  

It was a one-sided massacre.  

With just the movement of Basiliora’s massive body pressing forward,  

Hundreds of Ashes are crushed beneath its enormous frame,  

Returning to the ‘true’ dust they were meant to be, disappearing.  

The Ashes, viciously chewed and spat out by Basiliora,  

Scatter in all directions, claiming the lives of other Ashes in their wake.  

A literal, one-sided slaughter.  

The elves are appalled by such overwhelming power.  

‘How is this even possible…? Magic is supposed to be unusable here!’  

All blood rushes to Rim’s head, her brain overwhelmed with questions as confusion floods her mind.  

At that moment—  

“Rim.”  

“!”  

A voice calls out to her.  

Still calm and composed.  

Emanating a strong magical presence from the bracelet on his right arm.  

Despite commanding that unfathomable ‘god,’ he shows no sign of struggle.  

It’s the voice of the marquis.  

“Are you alright?”  

“I-I’m fine.”  

She instinctively responds in honorifics.  

The marquis tilts his head slightly before speaking.  

“The one you called the ‘Ash Seeder’—is it deep inside?”  

“Ah, probably.”  

He then asks,  

“How long can you hold out?”  

“…What?”  

“I’m asking how long you can last among the Ashes.”  

“If it’s about five minutes, I can manage somehow—”  

As Rim scans her surroundings with tense eyes, speaking—  

“That’s enough.”  

Without hesitation, Alon turns his body.  

“Basiliora.”  

He leaps and lands on Basiliora’s back.  

‘Good. Just as I expected.’  

Despite being told that magic couldn’t be used here, Alon had no hesitation in descending below the roots.  

That was because he knew that even in a place devoid of magic, artifacts—especially the ‘Salvation of the Wanderer’—could still be used.  

‘There were magic-restricted areas in Psychedelia as well. But more importantly…’  

As he recalls his experiences from the game, a sudden realization unsettles him.  

‘…Didn’t they say magic couldn’t be used?’  

Putting aside the fact that he had used an artifact to escape danger,  

Alon realizes—he can use magic.  

“…Hmm.”  

As he feels the mana flowing through him with ease, his confusion lingers only for a moment.  

He then shifts his gaze to survey his surroundings.  

‘There are still a lot. Or… have their numbers increased?’  

Basiliora had already been sweeping away the Ashes from the moment it descended onto the roots.  

Yet, the number of Ashes remained vast.  

No, if anything, it felt like they had increased since the start.  

Even in such a situation, Alon, rather than fleeing, heads deeper without hesitation—to kill the ‘Ash Seeder.’  

Because he knows the nature of these Ashes—no, the ‘Creatures of Greed.’  

Alon lowers his gaze.  

Unlike earlier, when they had been scattering white ashes,  

Now, they rush forward, emitting a crimson glow like the damned.  

They were unmistakably the ‘Creatures of Greed’ that Alon knew.  

‘But why…?’  

Creatures of Greed, true to their name, only appear when the Sin of Greed has fully awakened.  

Which means—  

By all logic, these creatures should not exist here.  

In other words—  

The Sin of Greed has awakened.  

Before he can process his tangled thoughts—  

!!!  

A grotesque, indescribable noise assaults his ears, making him look up.  

And Alon sees it.  

Filling his vision is the ‘Ash Seeder’—  

Or rather, the entity he knows as the ‘Mother of Greed’—a colossal worm.  

“-”  

Alon instinctively furrows his brows.  

The moment Basiliora approaches, the creature, sensing the threat, emerges from the Ashes where it had been hiding.  

Its appearance alone is enough to distort even Alon’s usually unshaken expression.  

Its massive back is jagged like a volcanic peak, with countless holes continuously spewing out more Ashes.  

Molten magma endlessly oozes from its face, like a living volcano.  

And finally—  

Alon confirmed the presence of the massive pincers that looked capable of even seizing Basiliora.  

‘As expected, it really is the Mother of Greed.’  

He was certain.  

Basiliora immediately lunged forward to deal with the Mother of Greed,  

■■-!?  

But before it could bite down, its body recoiled backward.  

Puhwaaak—!  

It was because magma had begun to flow from the creature’s entire body.  

Moreover, the Ashes that had been mercilessly trampled by Basiliora just moments ago began to frenzy the moment the Mother of Greed was attacked, desperately climbing onto Basiliora.  

‘So even Basiliora’s body isn’t enough to withstand this.’  

However, Alon did not panic.  

Not only did he know the weakness of the Creatures of Greed, but he also knew exactly how to deal with the Mother of Greed.  

The only issue was—  

‘Mana, huh.’  

Killing the Mother of Greed was simple.  

If he used the Ice Sealing Technique he had developed with Fenia, The Mother of Greed before him would be reduced to nothing more than a scattering of ice petals.  

The creature was excessively weak to water.  

But the problem was the surrounding conditions.  

For the Ice Sealing Technique to be effective, the entire space occupied by the enemy had to be within Alon’s control.  

While his mana might remain stable internally, externally, it could easily be disrupted.  

And this space—  

Was far too vast for Alon to dominate with his mana alone.  

Which meant the Ice Sealing Technique wouldn’t work here.  

Yet, it was fine.  

Because Alon had ‘another’ way to kill the Mother of Greed.  

“Blackie.”  

[Meow]  

With a sigh, Alon called out,  

And instantly, Blackie, who had remained hidden in his chest pocket, climbed onto his shoulder.  

Then,  

Without hesitation, Alon established a mana link with Blackie.  

“Shadow Wood (木).”  

He murmured softly.  

At the same time, Blackie’s tail slithered down Alon’s arms and legs, disappearing into the shadows.  

Dluk!  

Suddenly, red eyes began to appear all over Blackie’s body.  

In an instant, shadows spread from Alon’s body onto Basiliora’s massive form.  

Observing the scene, Alon formed a hand seal.  

Tuduk!  

The surging shadows halted in unison.  

Tuduk~! Tudududuk~!!  

At the same time, four shadowy hands emerged behind Alon’s back,  

And the shadows began to enshroud Basiliora’s body.  

This magic had originally been discovered by sheer coincidence.  

Following Kylrus’s advice to maintain an uninterrupted link with Blackie while casting magic, Alon had realized that Blackie’s form changed in response to his own mana inscriptions, leading him to further study this phenomenon.  

Thus, the magic was neither perfect nor complete.  

He had only identified four compatible inscriptions, rather than six.  

But that was enough.  

That much was more than sufficient to bring down the Mother of Greed before him.  

As the first Shadow Seal was completed, the shadows originating from Blackie cloaked Basiliora’s body.  

With the second Shadow Seal, the shadows encasing Basiliora transformed into what looked like massive iron armor.  

Then, as the third Shadow Seal was completed, the iron-like mana structure continued shifting, layering its molecular composition.  

And then—  

“Basiliora—”  

At Alon’s call, Basiliora once again lunged forward, wrapping itself around the Mother of Greed, who was spewing magma in all directions.  

The Mother of Greed, in a frenzy, spewed magma even more violently.  

Yet, Basiliora’s body, now encased in multiple layers of thickened shadow armor, sustained only negligible damage from the magma that the creature had unleashed at full force.  

Finally, as the fourth Shadow Seal was completed, the shadow armor covering Basiliora writhed.  

And then—  

Shadow Engraving (影印).  

Thornwood (棘).  

Black thorns sprouted all over the Mother of Greed’s body.  

Spine-chilling, obsidian-black thorns.  

***

-!!!!!  

A terrifying shriek burst forth from the maw of the Ash Seeder.  

At the same time, its massive body collapsed.  

Ku-gu-gu-guk!  

The entire World Tree trembled, as if on the verge of collapse, threatening to swallow all life within.  

Yet despite this, the elves’ eyes remained fixated on one thing.  

The spot where the Mother of Greed’s massive body was falling.  

They could not utter a single word.  

Even among them, Rim, the elf who had been a Paggade for the longest time, had eyes widened in sheer disbelief.  

Because she knew.  

Even if all the Paggades gathered and attacked together,  

No, even if every Shadow Leaves present here joined the fight,  

‘That’ was a monstrous existence they could never hope to defeat.  

And so, Rim stood there, staring blankly.  

As the massive body collapsed onto the ground, scattering ashes in all directions.  

As the Ashes vanished along with it.  

And then—  

She saw him.  

Standing atop the great god’s head, his black coat billowing like a shadow.  

In this place where no one could use mana except for the Great Ones,  

He alone wielded magic as if it were nothing.  

‘He is the Primordial Elf.’  

The Queen’s voice suddenly echoed in her ears.  

She had never once taken those words seriously, the absurd notion of calling a mere human the Primordial Elf.  

Yet, at this moment—  

“…Ah.”  

A soft gasp escaped Rim’s lips.  

Like a sage reaching enlightenment at dawn, her eyes filled with awe.  

***

Meanwhile—  

[Meow-!]  

“Well done. This time, you controlled it properly.”  

[Meowwww~]  

Blackie rubbed its cheek affectionately against Alon’s face.  

As he praised the creature, Alon turned his gaze toward the scene of the Mother of Greed turning to dust along with countless other creatures.  

The situation was resolved, yet one lingering question remained.  

‘Why was the Mother of Greed even here?’  

It had no reason to be.  

Which meant that somewhere in this place, the ‘Sin of Greed’ was being confined.  

As his mind grew tangled with thoughts—  

[There is something over there.]  

Following Basiliora’s deep, resonant voice, Alon shifted his gaze.  

At the very center of where the Mother of Greed had been lurking, he saw a mirror.  

A large, worn-out mirror, about the size of a door.  

Descending from Basiliora’s back, Alon stepped closer to it.  

And then, he realized— Someone was standing inside the mirror.  

It was not his own reflection.  

But on closer inspection, the figure bore an uncanny resemblance to him.  

Draped in a tattered coat, its face was indistinct, as if concealed by a hazy veil, akin to the dragonkin.  

Then—  

[First.]  

[The technique is Reversal of Heaven (逆天).]  

The figure suddenly spoke those words.  

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Round 324

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“The leader of Isthart, Nayef bin Salman Al Saud.”  

As soon as I stepped inside, playing along with the somewhat clumsy guild master of Isthart, his name was immediately spoken.  

Then, the person next to him, who seemed to be his secretary, whispered something softly to him, but I could hear everything.  

“You were too fast with the timing, Mr. Nayef.”  

“……”  

However, Nayef remained silent, stubbornly maintaining his composure as if he had made no mistake.  

Thanks to that, I felt a little less tense.  

To be honest, my impression of Isthart wasn’t great—not from the first meeting and certainly not from the rude guild members who later came to Korea.  

Naturally, I had developed some biases about the guild master as well.  

But now that I was meeting him in person, I found that the guild master of Isthart was a young man full of clumsiness.  

‘……Young?’  

Why was he young? Wasn’t he a Level 9 Awakener?  

As far as I knew, the youngest Level 9 Awakener was the Grand Witch Katrina.  

Yet, the Nayef standing before me looked just as young as her.  

Could he be like our guild master, who has a youthful appearance?  

“My name is Lee Kyu-seong. It’s an honor to meet you, Guild Master Nayef.”  

“I am Ara.”  

As I politely bowed in greeting, Ara, standing beside me, arrogantly crossed her arms and introduced herself.  

At that moment, Nayef suddenly stood up and walked toward us.  

Straightening my slightly bent posture, I watched him approach.  

Step!  

Before I knew it, Nayef was standing right in front of me.  

But he wasn’t looking at me—he was staring at Ara.  

“Ara?”  

“I am Ara.”  

“Hmm, not bad.”  

The two of them stood there, arms crossed, engaged in a strange battle of wills.  

Confused by the situation, I turned to look at Hassan.  

“Sigh.”  

He let out a deep sigh.  

As if this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.  

“Mr. Nayef. We have guests.”  

Just then, Nayef’s secretary intervened at an appropriate moment.  

Only then did Nayef relax his arrogant gaze and look at me.  

“My apologies for being rude to a guest. As you can see, I have quite the charismatic presence, so I can’t help but react when I see someone of my kind.”  

“……Excuse me?”  

“In any case, welcome to Isthart.”  

What was with this eccentric person?  

This was the first time I had met someone who described themselves as charismatic.  

I never knew such a person actually existed.  

And calling Ara his kind?  

I glanced down at Ara.  

She was still standing with her arms crossed, chin raised arrogantly.  

Why was she acting like this all of a sudden?  

‘Is it because she met someone like her, just like Nayef?’  

That would at least explain things a little.  

So should I see Nayef as someone on the same level as Ara?  

I guess so.  

“Thank you for the warm welcome. I don’t have much, but I brought a small gift as a token of appreciation for the invitation.”  

I took out something I had prepared in advance.  

First, a set of rice cakes and snacks.  

Second, goblin-crafted ornaments.  

“Oh.”  

Nayef let out a short exclamation as he accepted the gifts.  

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly.  

“Are these items?”  

“They are, but don’t worry. They’re primarily food-focused.”  

The rice cakes and snacks I brought were made from special ingredient crops, which turned them into items.  

The taste wasn’t significantly different, but being classified as items made them stand out more as gifts.  

[Magic Injeolmi]  

[Magic Honey Rice Cake]  

[Magic Songpyeon]  

[Magic Biscuits]  

[Magic Chocolate Chip Cookies]  

The effects were decent.  

Given the ingredients, they were the kind of food that improved health when consumed.  

Had he ever heard of snacks that made you healthier the more you ate them?  

Nayef carefully examined the effects of the rice cakes and snacks before asking me,  

“Can I try one right now?”  

“Of course.”  

When I nodded readily, Nayef picked up a cookie first.  

Then, he took a cautious bite.  

“Mm!!”  

He reacted immediately.  

Since it was probably his first time tasting my food, this reaction was expected.  

And Ara was now staring at him, drooling slightly.  

Perhaps feeling pressured by her gaze, Nayef took another cookie from the gift box and handed it to Ara.  

“These things are best shared.”  

“May I eat it?”  

“Of course.”  

Nayef.  

He was a bit odd, but he seemed like a good person.  

After sharing a cookie with Ara, he also handed out snacks to the other people in the room.  

“Abdullah, come have some. Elder, you should try it too. And you, Lee Kyu-seong.”  

Before I knew it, an impromptu snack party had started.  

We each picked a rice cake or a snack to eat.  

I chose the honey rice cake.  

The moment I bit into it, the roasted Lapipi seeds and Alfheim honey burst with flavor—like a honey explosion.  

The chewy texture of the rice cake paired perfectly with it.  

The more I chewed, the nuttier the taste became, filling my mouth with honey.  

“This is incredible.”  

“Haha, even an old man like me can enjoy these.”  

“Lee Kyu-seong’s food is the best!”  

Abdullah, the secretary, checked the effects of the item before eating it.  

And then he froze in place.  

Hassan, who had already experienced our dungeon, ate the snacks without hesitation.  

His eyes crinkled into a smile, resembling a traditional Korean Hahoetal mask.  

“Excellent, truly excellent!”  

Nayef tried each snack, marveling at them repeatedly.  

Then, out of nowhere, he grabbed my hand.  

“Awakener Lee Kyu-seong!”  

“Yes?”  

“Would you consider joining our guild?”  

Wait, what?  

This was quite the sudden escalation.  

I had no idea how to respond to Nayef’s abrupt proposal.  

For now, I decided to politely decline.  

“I appreciate your offer, Mr. Nayef, but I plan to be cautious with my next contract. I’d like some more time to think.”  

“Hmm, that’s unfortunate. In that case, how about we establish a separate supply contract? The thought of not being able to eat these snacks whenever I want is unbearable.”  

“The supply quantity is still unstable, so it would be difficult for now.”  

Recently, Jae-seong had been specializing rabbits in cooking.  

He was categorizing them into Western, Chinese, Korean, and Japanese cuisine specialists, along with pastry and dessert-focused rabbits.  

Lately, he seemed intent on mass-training pastry chef rabbits, and once that was completed, we would be able to produce a sufficient supply.  

The ingredients were already abundant.  

With our steadily expanding farmland and an increasing number of slimes, our storage facilities were growing as well.  

I could simply supply the raw crops, but once the rabbits’ training was complete, I was willing to provide processed goods.  

While the crops themselves had excellent effects, cooking them into items enhanced their effects even further.  

“Hmm, that makes sense. Producing snacks of this quality in large quantities must be difficult.”  

“Mass production is possible, but we’re just not fully prepared yet. Once we are, I’ll contact you.”  

“……You can mass-produce them? Lee Kyu-seong, weren’t you only capable of mass-producing crops?”  

“Well, that’s the case for now, but I’ve been making preparations. Once those are complete, it will be possible.”  

“Amazing!”  

Nayef smiled brightly, almost like a child, genuinely delighted.  

Seeing his pure, boyish expression, I felt a strange disconnect—was this person really the guild master of Isthart?  

“Oh, before that! There’s something I need to address first.”  

The cheerful Nayef suddenly hardened his expression.  

Though the cookie crumbs on the corner of his mouth made it hard to take him seriously.  

“I heard that one of our guild members caused great offense in Korea.”  

“Ah.”  

“For that, I sincerely apologize on behalf of Isthart. I’m sorry.”  

Nayef bowed his head in apology, but the one actually receiving it was Ara.  

“Hmm, I will accept it. Do not let it happen again.”  

“Thank you for accepting my apology.”  

Why were they talking as if I wasn’t here?  

Still, thanks to Ara, the awkward situation was resolved instantly.  

I needed to learn how to be as shameless as her.  

“I don’t intend to let it end with just words. Lee Kyu-seong, do you have anything you’d like in return? Of course, we’ve prepared something on our side as well.”  

“There’s nothing in particular that I want.”  

“The members who mistreated you have all been expelled from the guild. But they weren’t just kicked out—expulsion would mean they could cause trouble elsewhere, so we’re keeping them under direct supervision. They won’t be able to join any other guilds either.”  

“Oh.”  

“So you don’t have to worry about any retaliation. Not that they could do anything even if they tried.”  

Nayef gave me a meaningful look.  

Did Hassan tell him something?  

I glanced at Hassan, but he shook his head as if to say he hadn’t said a word.  

“I’ve heard that you’ve been targeted in quite a few attacks. Yet, each time, you’ve managed to deal with them safely. In fact, I heard that two of our guild members recently tried to pick a fight with you and were instantly neutralized. So, contrary to what some believe, you seem to have some hidden cards up your sleeve.”  

“Hidden cards… Well, I do have a few.”  

I didn’t bother denying it.  

A little bluffing was useful in situations like this.  

And technically, it wasn’t even a bluff.  

I had Ara by my side at all times, and in my dungeon, I had three of the Seven Deadly Sins.  

I even knew the location of the next one.  

Once this was settled, I planned to head out with Kyler to find the fifth Sin.  

In any case, while I didn’t want to reveal too much, showing a glimpse of my abilities wasn’t a bad idea.  

“Abdullah.”  

At Nayef’s quiet call, Abdullah stepped forward, carrying something.  

Several boxes.  

Curious, I watched the boxes being placed in front of me.  

“These are all legendary-grade or higher items. You may choose one to take with you.”  

“A legendary item?”  

Wasn’t this a bit much?  

And I even got to choose from five of them?  

Isthart had indeed wronged me, but this seemed like an excessive level of compensation.  

Of course, as the world’s number-one guild, they might not care about giving away a single legendary item, but…  

‘They must be trying to get on my good side.’  

It was an overly generous reward.  

But I had no intention of refusing.  

I was well-off in terms of money and other resources, but items were always scarce.  

Since I wasn’t an Awakener who cleared dungeons, I rarely had the opportunity to obtain items.  

And items were rarely available for purchase—even if I had money, getting my hands on them was difficult because most guilds kept them for their own use.  

“May I take a look?”  

“Of course. This isn’t a random selection. You should choose wisely.”  

First box.  

It seemed to be a piece of armor.  

Reading the description, I understood what it was.  

[Maxim’s Crimson Shoulder Guard]  

It was a defensive item, likely chosen with my abilities in mind.  

I didn’t fight directly, but having an item to protect my body was always welcome.  

Its performance was excellent, as expected from a legendary item.  

However, it didn’t captivate me.  

“It looks delicious.”  

Meanwhile, Ara was staring at the items, practically drooling.  

She must have been tempted by their legendary status, but Ara, you can’t eat that.  

Second box.  

A consumable legendary item.  

[Great Elixir]  

A round pill with a refreshing scent.  

It was about half the size of a fist.  

Its effect? Complete recovery from all injuries and diseases.  

That alone made it worthy of its legendary status.  

But the additional effect caught my eye.  

[Upon consumption, lifespan increases by two years.]  

An item that increased lifespan.  

Not only that, but it also increased magic power significantly and raised magic rank by one level if it was below tier 3.  

Even though it was a consumable, its worth was clear.  

‘Having one just in case would be great.’  

Still, I decided to check the other boxes first.  

Third box.  

After seeing the Great Elixir, my expectations weren’t high.  

But when I opened it, I tilted my head in confusion.  

“What is this… just a scrap of cloth?”  

It really was just a piece of cloth.  

A dirty, stained white cloth.  

It was slightly larger than a handkerchief but smaller than a towel.  

This only made me more curious about its true nature.  

As soon as I checked its details—  

“!!”  

I froze.  

At the same time, Ara shouted while looking at the cloth.  

“Ashu!”  

Indeed.  

This item was—  

[Relic of Lust (??)]  

Ashu’s apron.

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“Lady, I really don’t know anything….”

“…Sir Whitney.”

Just as Whitney, who had been watching Meredia’s expression in the suddenly cold atmosphere, began to make an excuse,

A maid popped her head back in through the door crack and brought new news.

“The Guardian of Radiance has requested a private audience.”

“…Why?”

“She said there’s something she wants to talk about privately, but I’m not exactly sure…”

At that moment, when Whitney was standing there looking dumbfounded,

“Go.”

“What?”

A calm but somehow chilling voice came from beside him.

“Your childhood friend requested a private audience. Go on.”

“Uh……”

“I said go, didn’t I?”

Meredia, resting her chin in her hand beside him, even gave a sweet smile as she said it.

“Why… why are you doing this?”

“What?”

“Can’t you just act like your usual self…?”

Whitney, frightened by the unfamiliar behavior, asked in a deflated voice, but Meredia’s expression didn’t change.

“Go.”

“…Yes, ma’am.”

At her lowered voice and soft smile, Whitney finally followed the maid out of the meeting room.

“……”

Thus, with only Meredia and the elders left in the meeting room, an awkward silence began.

—….

In that silence, when Meredia’s eyes turned red, a tense atmosphere rapidly filled the room.

“Right, I thought they were just weirdos, but turns out they had their own schemes?”

“As soon as the ugly duckling we ignored turns into a swan, she starts claiming ownership? That’s not something noble followers of the law of light would do.”

Meredia, who had been smiling sweetly in front of Whitney, was now exuding bloodlust as her true colors emerged.

“What? You want to fight? Huh?”

“You’ve got spirit. So this is that brutal power I’ve only heard rumors about.”

“Hmph. Still, I’d prefer if the duel were held outside.”

It would’ve been enough to send chills down an ordinary person’s spine, but the elder council’s response to Meredia was rather different.

It’s not as if the world, driven by the logic of power, would allow Lumen Ordo to declare neutrality while ignoring pressure from the Empire and the Holy Nation.

They may appear pathetic at a glance, but the members of Lumen Ordo are fundamentally high-level combatants.

Even the regular members, classified as non-combatants, are treated as top-tier assets in most wars.

So, what of the elder council, effectively the executives of Lumen Ordo?

Though it wasn’t clear, one thing was certain: even against Meredia, they would not easily lose.

“Anyway, my partner—my husband—is too naïve, and that’s a problem.”

However, Meredia, who had grasped this much, had no intention of backing down, so the tension only escalated.

“…You’d do well not to use that power carelessly.”

It was then that Alastor, the Northern region overseer, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke in a cracked voice.

“Especially not in front of us.”

“Just the act of lighting up those eyes is an insult and a challenge to us, Lady.”

At those words, Meredia’s expression twisted for a moment.

“…How much do you know?”

“We know at least this much—that among those who’ve appeared with the Demon King’s power, you are the most likely candidate.”

Judging by the faces of the elders quietly observing her, it seemed they all already knew.

“Hah. Even I didn’t want to be born this way.”

“……”

“So what now? Are you going to attack me here and erase me?”

Muttering bitterly with a crooked smile, Meredia then asked the elder council in a somewhat resigned voice.

“For the record, I won’t go down that easily. I now have a reason to move forward….”

“That’s nonsense.”

“Hah. Can’t you see everyone’s holding back right now?”

But before she could finish, several elders shook their heads in disagreement.

“Lady, we do not intend to be your enemies.”

It was then that Chairman Salem, who had kept his eyes closed, finally spoke with a serious expression.

“Since the warrior of destiny has chosen you, it would be foolish for us to act against you. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“…But then, why?”

“You want to know why we’re trying to connect Whitney Lingard to the Guardian of Radiance, don’t you?”

Even though she remained wary, Meredia nodded.

“Right. I suppose it’s time I mediate this situation not as a servant of the Guardian of Radiance, but as the chairman of the elder council.”

“……”

“If I’ve come off as rude until now, I apologize.”

As Salem even dropped his transformation and revealed his aged form to show sincerity, Meredia reluctantly fell silent and listened.

“Anyway, to clarify the situation… We do have some grievances too.”

In the now slightly calmer room, Salem’s soft voice began to fill the space.

“First, we summoned Sir Whitney for three reasons.”

“……”

“The first was to offer him a seat in Lumen Ordo’s elder council. The second was to discuss his unique abilities.”

Noticing Meredia’s eyes narrow at the phrase “unique abilities,” he quickly added an explanation.

“The reason we declined his Lumen Ordo membership before was because research into his power wasn’t complete.”

…….

“But recently, the Aurora and Celeste siblings proposed a very interesting hypothesis. To prove it, Sir Whitney’s cooperation is essential.”

At those words, unlike the other elders, the two siblings who had been trembling in silence quietly raised their heads,

Only to quickly bow them again when they met Meredia’s gaze.

“And the third reason… was that the Guardian of Radiance requested it unilaterally.”

“…You mean trying to steal someone else’s man?”

“Just hear me out first.”

Salem responded calmly to Meredia’s icy tone.

“As you know, we’re quite a closed-off group, so we’re slow to catch external news.”

“Then….”

“The elder council only learned of Sir Whitney’s connection with you a few minutes ago—when a carrier pigeon brought the weekly newspaper.”

“Then your current actions make even less sense….”

At those words, Meredia tilted her head, clearly puzzled.

“For reference, the Guardian of Radiance still doesn’t know this.”

“What?”

“She… well, she grew up like a flower in a greenhouse, so she tends to judge everything by her own standards.”

Salem, who had been speaking smoothly until now, began to stumble a bit in his words at this point.

“Perhaps, the way I see it… the Guardian of Radiance is currently under a serious misunderstanding.”

But when Meredia gave him a look as if to say, “Go on, finish what you’re saying,” he eventually closed his eyes, stroking his beard, and concluded.

“She’s been under the impression that Sir Whitney, her childhood friend, was her boyfriend all along.”

And so began another awkward silence, though this time for a very different reason.

“No way. I mean, come on…”

Blinking in disbelief at the silence, Meredia finally opened her mouth with a questioning look.

“…That’s just too far-fetched, isn’t it?”

“Haha.”

***

“Um, hey.”

Following the maid, I entered the room where Tiffany was and sat down.

She was curled up silently on the sofa, and after glancing at me, she handed me a letter.

After reading it, I was at a loss for words.

「My dear, the hourglass of time shaped by our bond has been turned 4,444 times.

Our connection is the eternal petal that bloomed through 1,111 cycles of the four seasons,

A pearl deepened in the abyss as the stars blinked 4,444 times in the night sky.

It is the blessing bestowed upon us as the moon waxed and waned 4,444 times,

And the immortal promise forged as the sun rose and set 4,444 times.」

What on earth does this mean?

Could it be some kind of encrypted message containing highly classified information?

“What is this?”

“Huh?”

Since I had no way of deciphering it even if it was a code, I had no choice but to ask.

Surprised for a moment, she blinked and began to stammer.

“D-Don’t you remember? It was… maybe when the wheel of time turned back about twelve times…”

“Sorry?”

“A-Around twelve years ago.”

As I carefully tried to recall her words, I finally remembered something.

“Ah… was it when we first met?”

“……!”

“That time, my father brought me and Cecil to Lumen Ordo for the first time. I do remember that much…”

Then, with a strangely nervous look, Tiffany Astelaide sat up properly.

“D-Don’t you remember the vow we made back then?”

“…I only remember us playing house together.”

At my reply, she looked at me like she’d just lost her entire country.

“Y-You’re belittling it as some childish game?”

“?”

“…Or—no way—you’ve forgotten that unbreakable oath?”

This felt more and more like trying to solve a riddle in twenty questions.

“If you just tell me, it might come back to me…”

“Ugh…”

Of course, I had no memory of making a vow with her, but I said it cautiously.

And at that moment, tears started to well up in Tiffany’s eyes.

“L-Let’s calm down. It’s not like I’ve completely forgotten, right? Let’s retrace it together, step by step.”

“…Sniff.”

It was obvious things would get messy if I upset her now, so I urgently tried to soothe her.

Tiffany, sniffling with her nose red, mumbled in a tiny voice.

“You clearly said it yourself back then…”

“…….”

“You said you would belong to me and share your fate with mine.”

At that, I finally grasped what she was trying to say.

With a look of disbelief, I asked again.

“That time… it was roleplay, wasn’t it?”

Tiffany’s response made me involuntarily let out a chuckle.

“…It wasn’t play. It was a ceremony.”

“Haha…”

I finally understood.

For her, someone who’d been groomed to become the leader of Lumen Ordo, that memory must have left quite an impression.

“I’m pretty sure I played the dad, right? Cecil was the daughter…”

“Hah!”

As I tried to recall carefully and speak cautiously, I saw Tiffany’s face light up mid-sob and quietly bowed my head.

“See? I knew you remembered!”

“…I guess I did.”

It’s kind of touching.

Turns out, even someone like me—who thought I’d always be alone—actually had a friend who cherished me all along.

“T-Today marks exactly 4,444 days since then.”

“……”

“B-By the way, my favorite number is 4. Hehe.”

Come to think of it, she did send a letter to the mansion every year.

I honestly couldn’t understand half of what she wrote, but it was always something asking how I was doing.

“Well then… today really is quite a meaningful day.”

“…Hmph, it’s enough that you finally understand.”

Fortunately for me, the Guardian turned out to be just a hidden friend who deeply valued our friendship.

***

‘See? I was right all along.’

But just as Whitney was getting all emotional with those thoughts, Tiffany Astelaide, who’d been grinning across from him, had a slightly different idea.

‘…We’ve been dating ever since that day.’

Because in her mind, this moment had finally confirmed that the twelve-year-long, long-distance romance she’d half-doubted was real all along. 

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