Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

But in a battle where every second counts, it's no exaggeration to say that every time you stop time, you get an extra life.

In comparison, the aftereffects of forcibly extending the duration are far too severe. Not only is the pain greatly aggravated, but DIO's intrusion into his consciousness is also much more serious.

'Who would use something with such severe side effects? In the future, I'll just use [Time Stop Berserk] briefly during its cooldown period to prevent reverting to DIO's personality after using the ability...'

Diya mentally criticized this ability, deciding that she should pay more attention to her mental state in the future, and then silently set a goal for herself.

The numerous experiments with the "Time Stop Rampage" left him feeling physically and mentally exhausted, even more so than after playing a full match the latest.

Forcibly extending the time stop is very physically demanding, not to mention the additional pain and mental pressure. Diya decided to slow down her training progress today.

Furthermore, acquiring the [Arrow Fragment] requires careful planning; otherwise, where would we even begin to search for it across the vast lands of the country?

'Let's send the things to the Twelfth Prince first...'

As Dia was thinking this, a voice suddenly rang out –

dong dong dong.

Someone knocked on Dia's door. He went to open it and found Mumu Ze's maid standing respectfully outside. Upon seeing him open the door, she said:

"Hello, Mr. Dia. His Highness the Prince wishes to speak with you. Are you available now?"

Everyone has witnessed Diya's protective work and professionalism over the past few days.

Whether out of respect for the powerful or gratitude for saving their jobs (referring to the twelfth prince), these guards, who had previously ignored their officers, became much more respectful.

Of course, this only applies to the strongest guard in their eyes, namely Dia.

Even Drogba joined in the teasing, calling him the strongest of the trip, to which Dia neither agreed nor disagreed.

He was a bit sensitive to this term. As everyone knows, in the world of anime and manga, the strongest is a debuff, and those who have this title often seem to have been rushed into it or even become a laughing stock.

For example, the strongest Nen user fifty years ago, the strongest sorcerer in modern times, the strongest magician in ancient times, blah blah blah.

"Okay, I'll pack up and head over."

After giving a polite reply, Diya turned and closed the door.

He turned around and quickly changed out of the bespoke suit that had been soaked with sweat. He only had three of these suits in total, and they were a gift from someone else. Then, he grabbed the things he had taken from the venue the night before and simply pushed open the door and left.

Since we've decided to postpone our spiritual practice for a day to make some long-term plans for the future, we shouldn't just stay in our rooms all the time.

After walking through the long corridor, you arrive at the prince's quarters, which are guarded by two guards.

Dia nodded to the two guards, who returned the salute and opened the door.

What came into view was still Mumu Ze sitting quietly in the chair.

She changed into the brown-red court dress she had worn when she arrived, her temperament still gentle and quiet. She held knitting needles in her hands and blindly knitted. The warm midday sun shone on her, giving her a golden coating.

Upon seeing Diya enter, Mumu Ze's eyes lit up with surprise, and he said softly and slowly:

Good afternoon, Mr. Diaz.

Good afternoon, Your Highness.

Diya nodded politely, followed Mumu Ze's pointing finger and sat down on a chair next to her, handing Mumu Ze a box.

Mumu Ze was taken aback by his action and looked in the direction of his outstretched hand—

A hand with distinct joints and long, slender fingers.

'Mr. Dia's hands are also very beautiful...'

The thought suddenly popped into Mu Muze's mind, but the next second she snapped out of it, hurriedly shaking off the strange idea and looking again—

The hand was holding an antique-looking wooden box and handing it to her, gesturing for her to take it.

"Ah! It's the antique knitting needle I photographed!"

Upon seeing the box, some things she had forgotten immediately came back to her mind!

That was what she bought at the auction last night, and it was also the original purpose of her trip. However, she didn't pay much attention to the item afterward.

After the events of last night ended, I was busy catching the airship and thinking about Mr. Dia's matter, so I completely forgot about it!

"...Mr. Dia, you actually remembered this, thank you so much!"

Swallowing hard the string of words that were not in accordance with royal etiquette that welled up in his mouth, Mumu Ze gratefully accepted the wooden box, and his gaze toward Diya softened even more.

Even she herself had forgotten about it, but Dia actually remembered it. Doesn't that mean Dia was actually very concerned about her affairs?

'As expected, Mr. Dia still cares a lot...'

Mu Muze felt as if honey had melted in her heart, completely unaware of the hesitation and subsequent deepness that flashed in the eyes of Diya sitting next to her.

Diya's gaze was as calm as still water as she looked at Mumu Ze, whose eyes were practically sparkling with excitement, and she said:

"It's just my duty. Does Your Highness need my help?"

Upon hearing this, Mumu Ze immediately snapped out of his bubbly state and remembered his purpose.

She gritted her teeth, clenched her fist as if to encourage herself, then looked at Diya seriously and said:

“Mr. Dia! Although you may be tired of this topic…”

"But please teach me that extraordinary ability!"

"At least... tell me I'm not qualified and will never learn... that way I can give up..."

After saying all that in one breath, Mu Muze shut his mouth, looking nervously at Diya, waiting for his reply.

Dia was not surprised at all; in fact, he had expected it. So he began to speak according to his prepared words:

"Can……"

"...Huh? Really...?"

Upon hearing this, Mumu Ze's eyes widened instantly as she looked at Diya. She was about to cry out in surprise when she heard Diya finish her sentence:

"However, it's not a one-sided teaching..."

"It's about making a deal!"

Chapter 50 Please take care of me × Gramgarslan

"……trade?"

A look of confusion crossed Mumu Ze's eyes.

Indeed, when Dia discovered that the organization targeting him had Kakin's background, the first person she could think of was Mumu Ze.

As a member of the Kakin royal family, Mumu Ze was qualified to enter politics, although he was too young to even have his own private army.

However, although his mother, the seventh queen, Severnki, was a lower-ranking queen, she also had her own troops.

Is there anyone more suitable than the royal family to investigate the Kakin Empire?

"Yes, the deal..."

"Has Your Highness ever heard of... [the zoo]?"

Dia briefly explained why she was wanted, but omitted the reason why.

This is mainly because even he himself is not very clear why he has been targeted.

Actually, it's quite dangerous to reveal your information before the other party has agreed, but Dia believes he should still show his sincerity in this matter.

After all, from his perspective, the level of trust between him and Mu Muze had not yet reached the point where they could trust each other unconditionally.

Moreover, given Mumu Ze's status and position, once she learned of the existence of Nen, finding someone to teach her Nen abilities wouldn't be difficult for her, or even for the Seventh Queen Serenchi.

In other words, this is not a reciprocal transaction.

To say nothing of the distant past, Drogbada was on the airship, and Mumuze saw him use his Nen ability last night.

She now seeks guidance from Dia, partly because Dia has saved her from danger on several occasions, making her feel that Dia is trustworthy.

On the other hand, even ordinary people could see after a few days of observation that Dia's strength was higher than Drogba's. Even Mumu Ze's maid could see this, let alone Mumu Ze herself.

"The deal I'm talking about is asking Your Highness to help me investigate matters related to this organization. I have no other requests besides providing intelligence."

"In return, I will do my utmost to teach Your Highness everything about [Nen]!"

Diya stared straight into Mumu Ze's stunned eyes, her expression unwavering.

After hearing Diya's words, Mumu Ze was caught in a state of emotional turmoil:

'Mr. Dia, are you being threatened by an organization in our country...?'

'Regarding the military, that should fall under my elder brother's authority...'

The First Prince, Benjamin, still held considerable prestige and authority over the lower princes.

After a long silence, the hesitation in Mu Muze's eyes faded, replaced by determination. She prepared herself mentally and resolutely spoke:

“Mr. Dia, please allow me to refuse this deal…”

Dia frowned, but said nothing, sensing that the other person had more to say.

Sure enough, Mumu Ze continued from where he left off, saying:

"But I will do my best to investigate the matter that Mr. Dia asked me to investigate. Even if I have to ask my mother for help, I will help Mr. Dia overcome the difficulties."

"This matter is not something I can rely on Mr. Dia to teach me, but rather it is my own personal will!"

In other words, regardless of whether Dia teaches her Nen abilities or not, she will help Dia investigate this matter.

Dia looked directly into her eyes, and his intuition told him that she wasn't lying.

This puzzled him a bit. Although this development was somewhat expected, it was based on the other party trying to win people over by saying nice things.

But it seems that the twelfth prince doesn't have those kinds of thoughts.

why?

Regardless, progress is always a good thing. Diya shook her head, deciding to stick to the plan, and said:

"Then thank you very much for your help, Your Highness."

"However, since the deal is off, teaching Nen is no longer a bargaining chip to gain Your Highness's help—"

"It is my personal will."