How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

Cass inexplicably thought of his mother, Victoria. If she were here, someone as powerful as her could have easily eliminated the source of the tragedy before it even happened.

As for Kas-Katia, without power, she can do nothing.

We hope and pray that things will turn out well, but the compass of fate is not in our own hands and we cannot control it.

Very passive.

At first they talked about protecting Sirocco!? I'm telling you, saying things like that without any guarantee is meaningless...

It's just self-satisfaction.

Sirocco squinted and caught a glimpse of Cass's unwillingly lowered head.

Although a handsome guy crying in front of a girl would be incredibly attractive, Sirocco was a man, and he only felt somewhat disgusted.

Seriously, is it necessary for a grown man like you to cry like this? I've only known you for less than a week...

The purpose has been achieved.

Through his performance while severely injured, Cass plunged into his darkest hour.

Let him realize that the world is not just about naively shouting slogans.

Without power, you really can't do anything.

This will increase his tolerance for hardship and, incidentally, deepen his trust in himself.

Bond power +1.

The whip has had its effect; now it's time to feed them candy.

“Cass…I won’t die…”

"Eh?"

Sirocco retrieved the ring chart and took out a medium-sized recovery potion.

"This is... a recovery potion! That's great, with this I can heal you instantly."

"It was...the one you gave me, the one you used to help me...I don't have enough strength in my arm..."

"no problem."

Cass wiped away his tears, took the recovery potion, carefully lifted Sirocco's pale arm, and injected the potion into it.

"Well!!"

Sirocco took a deep breath; his head was still a little numb, but soon the pain disappeared completely.

"Sirocco... How is it? Is it working?"

"Hmm... much better."

Sirocco got up and stretched his arms, looking quite energetic, as if his previous serious injuries were nothing.

The world of RPGs is truly outrageous.

That injury will require at least a week of rest.

The reality is that one injection and you're fully recovered—what kind of incredible black technology is this...?

"Thank goodness, Sirocco, you're safe and sound."

Cass breathed a sigh of relief, not even noticing the odd thing: why didn't Sirocco use the medicine sooner, instead of waiting for Cass to come over before administering it?

"Cass, thank goodness for the potion you gave me before. It was also because you killed the priest and made the barrier disappear that I was able to run all the way here."

Cliff and the others were chasing me. The suspension bridge couldn't bear the weight and broke. They fell, and I barely escaped...

"Huh? Oh...."

Cass looked at the ropes of the suspension bridge; they had clearly been cut.

Never mind, at least Sirocco is fine.

Cass selectively abandons in-depth thinking.

"Actually, you shouldn't thank me."

Cass's expression was quite unpleasant in the face of Sirocco's praise:

“It was Brid who killed that priest. She’s really powerful. The priest didn’t even have time to react before she was instantly killed.”

“…Bride.”

"Hmm... On the other hand, I just came over to give you medicine... I've already sent her my location, she's calling the rescue team, they should be here soon. Let's wait here for a bit."

"No, your medicine is crucial. Without it, I'll really be done for."

"I see... I'll definitely carry more props with me from now on, just in case."

The intention was to give Cass a boost by praising his achievements and strengthening his confidence, but the effect was somewhat underwhelming.

Brid...

Thinking of this, Sirocco's expression darkened slightly.

She's not part of the script.

The plot has shifted slightly again; Brid shouldn't have met Cass at this point in time.

Fortunately, it is still under control.

Why is she still in the dungeon at this hour? She doesn't usually stay up this late when grinding monsters...

Section D, Level 1.

Sirocco remembered the word and a flash of inspiration struck him.

The clues are connected.

I did suggest a good spot to grind mobs to make it easier for her to get used to her talents.

Could it be that she actually believed her own words, and that she happened to run into Cliff and his group on her way there, and followed them out of curiosity?

Such a coincidence?

Moreover, she knew to deal with the priest immediately, which means she had been spying for quite some time.

There are only three of them here, including Brid. Cliff's group not only has more people, but also a higher level. Brid's decision to ask for help instead of fighting to the death was indeed the right one.

Gan, it's all my fault.

A well-intentioned suggestion has created a subtle butterfly effect.

“I’ll explain to Brid. Cass, let’s go and level up.”

"Huh? Are you serious? It would be good to get it checked out. I can help you with the medical expenses."

"No need, I have medical insurance. You need to have confidence in your mother's company's products. I'm fine. Becoming stronger is our goal. You haven't forgotten the terrible scene just now, have you?"

Cass hesitated for a moment.

Why is this guy so slow... It's a common problem with male protagonists in the Ysashi genre...

"If Sirocco thinks there's no problem, I'd be happy to oblige."

"Very good, follow me. No need to cross the bridge again, our destination is very close..."

The two were preparing to slip away.

"Sir... Locke...!!!"

Suddenly, a mournful and resentful voice came from below.

"Cliff!?"

Cass was the first to draw his sword and assume a defensive stance.

"He just fell, but it seems he's not dead."

Sirocco wasn't surprised, but he also drew his broadsword.

Prepared for Cliff to climb back up, Shirlock carefully looked down the cliff, following the sound.

"This...is terrible."

Cass sighed, and following the sound, he could barely see Cliff lying at the bottom of the valley; his condition was horrifying.

Monsters often die, but seeing the tragic state of a humanoid being similar to oneself can evoke empathy.

"Why don't we go help him and pull him up... He's so pitiful..."

"help?"

Sirocco looked at Cass in surprise.

Gentle, compassionate, and merciful.

This saintly speech made Sirocco realize that Cass was still a bit too young.

Kindness to one's enemies is cruelty to oneself.

"Cass, ignore him."

"But..."

"What good will saving him do? Will Cliff be moved to tears and promise never to do anything bad again? Will he apologize to the previous victims in turn, or do you think he'll become your ally?"