Chapter 122 Best Friend
"What...is this?"

Mirad poked the swaying, translucent object with his finger; it felt cold to the touch.

"Gel left behind by slime."

"I can see that. But what is this...?"

"To put it simply, it's something I specially made for your skincare." Luo Gen glanced to the side.

"...I don't really need this kind of thing."

"Really don't need it?"

Loran's words made Mirad somewhat embarrassed.

Baphomet's dream lingered in his mind, even extending into his real-life dreams. Although it didn't significantly affect his daily life, Mirad couldn't help but recall that ethereal figure when facing Orpheus... and the softness of her inner thigh.

This also made him begin to take his burgeoning feelings seriously. If they could bear fruit, that would be wonderful; if not… well, there was no way to force it. It was better to give up on them sooner rather than later.

"It's very simple to use; you don't need any professional maintenance knowledge to use it," Luo Gen said softly.

"No, no need. Anyway, I appreciate your kindness, Luo Gen, but I really didn't come to see you today for that."

"...Go ahead and say it,"

Luo Gen stuffed the translucent cylindrical object into his arms and leaned back against the doorframe. "I'm your buddy. If a brother is in trouble, I'll definitely help him out. I'll grant any unreasonable request."

Her tone was as always, a mix of teasing and genuine emotion, and the smile on her lips never faded for even a moment.

Seeing her like this calmed Mirad considerably. If it were Lorenzo, she would definitely have a solution for his current situation.

He took a deep breath and poured out all his feelings for Orpheus.

"...I do think of her face from time to time, just like you said, Luo Gen. And I am genuinely happy for her when I see her successfully integrate into this place."

"Yeah. I know. To be honest, I think most of the people in the capital know. Dude, your skills in hiding your feelings are really bad."

...not even half of what I have.

Luo Geng silently swallowed the rest of the sentence, her hand behind her back, her nails digging deeply into her palm.

She had long anticipated what Mirad wanted to say and what he was going to say. Those jokes were just the girl's little thoughts, trying to postpone the final verdict a little longer, so that she could still pretend that nothing had changed, and could still immerse herself in her daily life with this blockhead, deceiving herself that this was probably the last time she could interact with him in the name of brotherhood, ignoring the sense of distance.

"Is it really that bad? Okay."

He looked at her, his voice more serious than ever before.
“I do, I think… I’ve fallen for Orpheus. So, Rosen, I’d like to ask you something, I’d like to ask you… to teach me.”

"Teach you what?"

Lorenz maintained her mocking smile and nudged Mirad in the lower back with her elbow.

"Seriously, buddy? You want me to teach you this step by step? How are you going to...?"

"Teach me how to confess my feelings to her."

Mirad interrupted her.

The smile on Luo Gen's face seemed to freeze for a moment.

Call it misfortune or fortune.

He seemed not to notice the subtle change in his close friend's expression in time, because Mirand lowered his head when he said those words.

...I should have thought of this sooner, what's there to agonize over? "Ha..." Luo Gen let out a dry, short laugh.

Her gray bangs obscured her eyes, and her shoulders shrugged slightly.

When Mirad looked up, what came into view was Loran's familiar, carefree, and somewhat boyish smile.

"What's so difficult about that? Dude, with your outstanding qualities, why would you worry about that girl not liking you? With my help, it'll be like adding wings to a tiger. You'll definitely win her over within a month!"

She patted Mirand's shoulder hard, so hard that Mirand swayed slightly. "It's just about chasing girls, right? Leave it to me. But my teaching fees are pretty expensive, you know, I can't help you for free."

"Just say it."

"Hmm... Brother, just smile more and be happier when you're with her. Trade your future smiles and happiness for it."

Luo Gen's voice sounded relaxed and open-minded, like that of a best friend who was genuinely happy for the upcoming happiness of a friend.

Looking at her radiant smile, Mirand's last shred of doubt vanished.

"It's not even certain that it will succeed."

He laughed along with Luo Gen.

Luo Gen blinked.

She thought to herself, "Dude, someone as outstanding as you will definitely succeed in pursuing girls."

After all, you're the kind of pure-blooded, overly kind person who would unhesitatingly reach out to a muddy, exhausted stranger on the shore.

He's the kind of superhero who possesses the super strength to split mountains and slay dragons and Baphomet, yet patiently crouches down to fix a puppet for a crying child on a street corner.

He can always pinpoint her location when she's homesick, and he'll remember every cheesy joke she's told, every famous quote from another world, and every strange custom that's completely different from Cretia's, all so that when she's feeling down, he can clumsily cheer her up in the way she knows best.

You walk around the city every day, just like the protagonist in a game doing a side quest to unclog toilets, raising the goodwill of everyone in the city to the point of worship...

The only problem might be that she's not very perceptive when it comes to relationships. She tried so hard, using every trick in the book to seduce him, but he was like a block of wood.

But now this problem doesn't seem to be a problem anymore. Wood has his own ideas and has suddenly become enlightened.

However, the person who was enlightened was not her.

Luo Gen knew very well that in his heart she would still be that close friend and best confidante with whom he could talk about anything, and that he might still think of going to her when he encountered problems. They would still tease each other and tell lame jokes together, but Luo Gen understood that something would still be different.

Orpheus is a stubborn and proud girl; she can't tolerate any imperfections in her world, and she probably wouldn't tolerate a third party in a relationship. Giving him the gel was just her last, and most pathetic, attempt to test him, and it seems that failed this time too.

But you're so outstanding, why are you worried that the girl won't like you? Why are you worried about not succeeding?
A vile emotion called jealousy spread through her heart, a bitter and nauseating taste she had never experienced before.

Does that cold girl really know how to make him happy and chat with him? Is she willing to spend an entire day with you, just wandering aimlessly around the city, doing nothing but watching people come and go?
She knows nothing.

but.

Lorenzo saw Mirand's face, radiating happiness and joy. His best friend had decided to help him pursue the girl he liked most—oh my god, what a lucky and happy thing this was for him! How could she bear to pop that bubble of happiness?

Therefore, Luo Gen did not voice all her thoughts.

She just smiled brightly, reached out her arm, and hooked her arm tightly around her best friend's neck, just like countless times before, sharing joy and warmth with each other.

"How could it not succeed? I'm here, I've got it covered."

(End of this chapter)

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