The Fukaros Familia, starting from DanMachi.

Chapter 138 Hill, Deeply Shocked

Even though Ryu was usually quiet and reserved, he actually glanced at Jeanne d'Arc for the first time when he served her the salad.

Then she gently said to Fenyu, "War game, be careful."

Finally, there's the friendly signboard girl, Hill, with her gray hair and gray eyes, who's as approachable as the girl next door.

She placed a specially made dessert platter in the center of the table with a smile.

"This is a small token of our appreciation from the store. Congratulations on welcoming a new member to your family."

She offered a gentle blessing, "And may your war game be a resounding success."

However, when Hill turned away, that gentle smile vanished.

Deep within her grey eyes shone a silver radiance, the kind that belonged to Freya, the goddess of beauty, and that revealed the very essence of the soul.

Interesting—this is really interesting, Fucarus—

In her divine eyes, the souls of the Fukaros Familia members were so dazzling that she could hardly contain herself.

The danger of a split soul is beyond the comprehension of Fen Yu.

The robin's soul shines like the stars, the viola's soul is full of vitality, resilience, and warmth, and Tifa's soul is like a perfectly polished diamond, understated yet indestructible.

The new girl named Joan of Arc possessed a soul so pure and holy, like an inextinguishable sacred flame, radiant and luminous.

Either one of them is a child that can arouse her desire to collect.

But why are they all gathered around Fucaros instead of her? Is Fucaros really that lucky?

She didn't understand, but she was deeply shocked.

The date for the war game is fast approaching.

As that day drew closer, the time became increasingly ripe.

The entire city of Orario began to stir, with people talking loudly or engaging in heated discussions at banquets.

Adventurers naturally ventured into dungeons less often, astute merchants noticed the shift in sales channels, and ordinary citizens were often unable to concentrate on their work.

Even the children playing by the roadside felt this unique atmosphere. They waved their toy swords, their innocent smiles shining through, completely immersed in the excitement.

Orario quietly and earnestly awaited the moment when that heat would completely erupt.

The vast night sky is dotted with starlight.

The Great Temple Guild headquarters, built against countless white pillars, is currently shrouded in unprecedented chaos.

Staff members carrying parchment and waitresses with boxes full of documents were bustling about, running around everywhere.

The war game is about to begin in two days, and their busyness is reaching its peak.

"I can't take it anymore—I'm going to die—"

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"Misha, I told you it was heavy—"

While the staff were scrambling around, the human waitress, Misha, clung tightly to Eina's back like a koala.

Even Eina's voice sounded weary as she faced her colleague and old friend, who was crying because she was exhausted.

"Eina, what are you doing right now—?"

"I am appealing to all parties not to go near the battlefield—you could call it a letter of advice."

On the several sheets of parchment spread out on the desk were Eina's flowing, elegant handwriting.

In the detailed section of the war zone, which prohibits unauthorized personnel from entering, it is clearly stated that it is located in the southeast of Orario, in the "Ruins of Shurim".

"Shulim Castle—I remember, isn't it a place teeming with bandits?"

"Yes, I've already asked the Ganesha Familia to go and subdue them first. The nearby towns and villages have also made adventurer requests to the city before—so it's a good opportunity to take care of them all at once."

Eina looked down at the parchment and answered Michael's question softly.

Hearing her flat and listless tone, Misha stared at her profile for a moment, then suddenly jumped away from behind her.

She stood next to Eina and leaned in to examine the dignified and beautiful face of the half-elf.

"Eina—are you worried about the Fucarus Familia?"

"————" Eina paused slightly in her grip on the pen.

How could I not be worried?

They are just a newly established clan. Although Mr. Fenyu always says he is confident, the difference in combat power between the two sides is too great, so great that she can't think of any way they can win.

Her emerald-like eyes flickered slightly, and her expression appeared somewhat gloomy.

War games are not child's play.

Although the guild repeatedly stated that they would stop short of fighting, once adventurers start fighting, swords have no eyes, so how could they possibly show any mercy? Death is commonplace.

She was worried that she might never see those faces she had just become familiar with again.

The thought of this made Eina's chest ache slightly.

But this is not something she, as a guild employee, can interfere with.

She wanted to help, but was powerless to do anything and could only watch helplessly.

She is very clear about her position.

Feeling powerless and depressed, she lowered her voice in a somber tone.

"But I think you could cheer them on in your heart?"

Seeing her best friend so dejected, Misha cheerfully said this to her.

Eina raised her face.

"come on----?"

"Um----"

"Okay! Just say 'Good luck—' like that."

Misha smiled innocently, like a child. "If Eina cheers them on, I'm sure they'll be very happy."

Eina stared at Misha for a long time.

A short while later, she silently stood up from the chair and walked to the window in the room.

Outside the window, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, radiating a pure white light.

"----come on."

Gazing up at the dazzling moon, Eina murmured softly in a voice only she could hear.

"Ah, I can't wait any longer—"

Apollo narrowed his long, narrow eyes, facing the moonlight that illuminated the dim room.

He sat on an extremely luxurious golden throne, his lips gently touching a glass filled with scarlet wine.

This faction headquarters, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, is currently shrouded in an eerie silence.

Only a few people remained; the other hundreds of members had already set off for the ancient city ruins that served as the battlefield.

The Apollo Clan, who are about to defend the ancient city, have many matters to attend to in preparation for war.

All he needs to do is stay here, quietly waiting for the show to begin, waiting for the moment when his goal is achieved.

In fact, if the goal was simply to recruit people, Apollo had more options than just the War Game.

He has many underhanded tricks up his sleeve, and many members of the current Apollo Familia are "forced" into joining in this way. There are actually very few who join the Apollo Familia voluntarily.

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