Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Inside the passageways on the 11th and 12th floors.

After waiting a while longer at the settlement, Finn led Raul and some veterans of the Loki Familia to the depths of the 12th floor to search for the lost adventurers.

A moment later, the Astrea Familia, who had arrived late, also came. Iska and Ryu greeted Sharl and inquired about the direction the Rudra Familia had fled, then hurried off to pursue them.

Adi then took the captured Rudra soldiers back to interrogate them for information.

After bringing back several more adventurers whose spirits had been drained, the group returned to the surface under Finn's escort.

Raul, as the captain and a witness to the incident, was taken away and reassigned by Finn.

……

Guild headquarters.

Alfia, carrying a large bundle, squeezed into the crowd, submitted her commission, and received her payment.

Charles stood outside the door, teasing the [Mana Dragon] wrapped around his arm, admiring the sunset.

He did indeed become complacent after the great struggle.

If it were before, with undead abilities like [Go Back to the Past], [Death Resistance], and [Hungry Monarch], I would have been buried in the dungeon long ago, enduring the brutal torment of various monsters.

But now, he actually has the leisure to quietly appreciate the setting sun.

Although Orario remains turbulent, there are very few people who can truly threaten Ciel now.

Actions involving self-torture to speed up progress have been ruled out of his plans. Perhaps having experienced the efficiency of reaching maximum attribute levels in two weeks, he no longer values ​​the mere tens of points of ability growth per day.

Instead of fighting monsters to the death, it's better to wait and learn a good skill.

Like a corporate slave who has been working 007 for a long time, he suddenly doesn't want to go to work anymore. After nearly three months in the other world, he finally made it through and wants to enjoy life in this new world.

A simple adventure, completing quests, teasing the younger brother, and fooling the older brother. Maybe I can even add a plugin, play with the mythical beast Paru, and do some farming or something.

Yes, at least for the next couple of days, he wants to do that.

Simply put... I'm tired, unhappy, and want to rest.

"Are you Ciel-kun?"

While leisurely enjoying the twilight street scene in this other world and pondering where to eat later, Ciel heard an unfamiliar female voice.

He turned around in surprise...

He was a handsome man with a warm smile, medium-length golden hair, and a perfectly wrinkle-free suit in the style of British aristocracy.

His hand, encased in a black glove, gently rested on his chest. He leaned forward with the elegance of a nobleman, and spoke softly in a voice full of feminine warmth:

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're clearly already very tired, but you still came all this way to bother me."

He introduced himself, saying, "Nice to meet you. My name is Dionysus. I am very grateful for your help to my child in the dungeon. Would you like to have dinner together to express our gratitude?"

It must be admitted that, given Dionysus's outward display of elegance and gentlemanliness, no one would ever think that this guy was a scoundrel of humanity who was even more wicked than the evil god.

His charming and gentle social skills, along with his princely good looks, are enough to attract a large following of elves who admire beauty and nature.

Unfortunately, this blond-haired man was not found during the great struggle. He must have disguised himself as an evil god and infiltrated the dark faction, allowing him to escape disaster.

Charles looked at the man and woman following behind Dionysus.

The woman was none other than Anila, the red-haired dark elf, who was the vice-captain he had rescued in the dungeon.

The male white elf looked at Ciel with a hint of hostility.

"This must be the leader of your noble family. Does he have some kind of problem with me?"

"I……"

“No!” Anila interrupted the clan leader: “I’m sorry, he was dissatisfied with the previous rescue conditions. But rest assured, I will not forget my promise. You can give me any orders.”

“But… Anila, any conditions are too much… what if this guy…” The male elf seemed a little anxious and frustrated.

"Shut up, Nar," Dionysus snapped angrily.

Charles chuckled lightly: "Those were the conditions you yourselves proposed; I never made such a request."

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Charles.” Anila bowed apologetically. “We will go back and explain things to Nar properly, and we will not cause you any unnecessary trouble.”

"Please allow us to express our apologies with intoxicating wine and captivating dance."

Charles seemed to have also noticed the relationship between the two captains; they were clearly lovers with a mutual, ambiguous connection. The captain of the clan named Nar, with his aggrieved expression, looked exactly like a victim about to be bullied.

Oh wow, I've turned into a blond guy?

Charles asked with a playful tone, "Such captivating dance moves? Was it Miss Anila herself who performed it?"

“You…” Nar was so angry that his face turned red.

“If you don’t mind my clumsiness, I would be very happy to,” Anya interrupted Nar again.

Charles chuckled softly, “Mr. Nar, you are too hasty, not at all like an elegant elf.”

"..." Nar remained silent, almost bursting into tears under Anila's glare.

"Alright, I was just joking." Charles waved his hand and politely bowed to Dionysus. "It seems your commander doesn't welcome me. Let's postpone the thanks for another day. I think he needs to calm down."

“Won’t you reconsider? Nar meant no harm.” Dionysus paused, then smiled. “Philwis would also like to thank you properly for your generosity.”

Dionysus's persistent manner made Charles realize that he seemed to be being watched.

Why? Because you stole the chess piece he had his eye on?

Just as Charles was trying to come up with an excuse, another voice rang out.

"So you are here."

A jet-black cloak, silver hair, and a beautifully exposed chin—enough to make even the gods fall for her.

"You are... Freya?" Dionysus narrowed his eyes. "What an honor to meet such a beautiful lady here."

The jet-black pig-man stood upright behind the goddess, his cold eyes fixed on the male god who was trying to invade the sacred realm.

"Excuse me, I have some personal business to discuss with this Mr. Ciel. Could you please let me have him?"

“Of course, no problem.” Dionysus’s expression turned cold, but he quickly put on a warm smile: “Then, Mr. Charles, let’s talk about the thank-you banquet another day.”

After thanking him again with a pat on the chest, the male god took his leave with his kin.

But Charles did not relax; instead, he focused intently on the goddess before him.

"Lady Freya? What brings you here?"

"I have some personal matters I'd like to ask you. Could you please come with me?"

This wasn't a question, but a notification. A voice, commanding and authoritative, fell, and Ota stepped forward lightly, about to hoist Charles onto his shoulder.

Charles narrowed his eyes, unmoved by the pressure from the level 7.

"So you were here?"

The same cold voice as the goddess repeated behind Ota, and the air around Ota seemed to stagnate.

A chill crept up the martial artist's back; the sense of crisis activated by advancing to level 7 kept sending warnings, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

His pupils shifted downwards, and a gray-haired girl carrying a huge package and wearing a black eye patch brushed past him.

The girl ignored both the man and the god, placed a bag full of falcon in Charles's arms, and smiled:

"This is our haul for today, a full 30 faris. Let's celebrate!"

Chapter 268 Freya: Oh...old lady??

Ota's world seemed to freeze, and the surrounding noise and clamor suddenly disappeared.

The only sound in the world was the girl's voice, as if no one else was there.

It was a perfectly normal brush past him, yet it gave him a completely different sensory experience.

wow——

In an instant, the noisy and restless sounds rang out again, prompting Ota to return to the guild hall.

He took a small step back and asked in a trembling voice, "Who...are you?"

Freya looked at Ota with unfathomable eyes: "What happened?"

She gazed at Alfia again…

Wearing an eye patch? Can't see? That's why he ignored Ota's aura?

No, that's not right.

Ota's reaction showed no fear of this woman. How could that be? Ota is a level 7!

Freya's silver eyes suddenly lit up, and a pink aura emanated from her, staring straight into the soul.

A dazzling silver-gray light pierced Freya's eyes, causing her to involuntarily take a step back.

"You are……"

The only one possessing this radiant soul light... is that monster...

Alfia!

Hearing Freya's murmur, Alfia turned slightly, her smile gradually fading, replaced by indifference and fearlessness:

"It's so boring."

Yes, Ciel's tricks were utterly ineffective against Freya's soul-searching eyes. They were only exposed now, but the Joker hadn't even appeared before her.

“I hate cheaters. Especially cheating GMs,” Charles muttered.

"Oh dear, how rude of me." Freya immediately apologized and explained, "I didn't mean to disturb you two, but I have some questions I'd like to ask you, Ciel."

Ciel nodded slightly and led Freya away from the crowd to the sparsely populated Central Park, which was awaiting renovation.

"What question? Ask it here. As you can see, I still have to go celebrate my triumphant return."

Freya nodded slightly and said directly, "Can you tell me where to find Miss Jester? As Jester's personal supporter, you should know. I really want to see her."

“She has returned to her hometown,” Charles admitted.