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‘What should I do?’

After sleeping for a month and waking up, Amel felt like she had lost her purpose.

Until now, she had been following the rapidly approaching schedules, but after deviating from that course, it would have originally been time to participate in the Hero Tournament.

‘It’s not like I can say I want to participate now.’

If she revealed herself as Anonymous, they might have accepted her, but Amel still considered her position to be that of an ordinary citizen or at the bottom of the social hierarchy.

Someone who had met the Emperor couldn’t possibly be an ordinary citizen, but the biggest barrier was that she still saw this world as a game.

A world she would eventually leave.

In reality, no matter what anyone said, she was a C-rank Hunter.

Even though she expected that after escaping the game and undergoing an ability assessment, she could easily reach S-rank, Amel, unaware of that status, couldn’t even imagine the scope of what she could do with her name value.

Time had become leisurely.

For the month until the Hero Tournament ended, there was no schedule at all.

‘But it’s not completely empty.’

Though not a schedule,

She had slept for a month and just woken up, so there was someone whose face she needed to show.

No matter how close a friend, it’s troublesome to show up and announce you’ve woken up.

Still, she understood the need to do so to ease the other person’s worries.

“Haah…”

With a deep sigh,

She headed towards the alley.

She immediately realized where Cappuccino was without having to ask. The connection with Cappuccino guided her to her side.

This was the mansion in the alley where the Succubus Queen used to live.

It was the mansion of Lara, who was called Nanos.

The succubus guarding the front gate stared at Amel for a long time before suddenly startling. As Amel moved to enter, the succubus lowered her gaze to the ground and opened the door.

“…Good work.”

“Th-Thank you.”

She entered the mansion,

And went straight to the office.

Cappuccino was scribbling with a pen amidst mountains of work documents.

“…”

“…?”

Cappuccino frowned.

“Who are you?”

“Amel.”

“The Amel I know is a woman with ample breasts.”

“Hite.”

Her chest swelled.

“…The kids will be disappointed.”

“As far as I know, there are no male game friends.”

“Even if they’re women, they get happy when they see breasts.”

“What are you saying.”

She deflated her chest again.

“It’s best to hide what Hite does as much as possible. You’ll be assassinated.”

“…Anyway. Is that really all you have to say when you see me? It’s more noticeable than the breasts, isn’t it?”

“What could be more noticeable than breasts?”

“Can we stop talking about breasts now?”

That damn breast talk.

Cappuccino stared intently.

“Did you change jobs to become a nun?”

“I’ve been going to an orphanage affiliated with the temple. Does it not suit me?”

“…”

Her gaze moved towards the chest and hips.

It was obvious what she was thinking.

“I think it would look prettier if it clung more and exposed here and there.”

“…”

“I’m joking, joking. I heard about the orphanage from Win. She said there were a lot of thanks for saving them? I felt a bit guilty too.”

“…”

Win. Seems she spilled everything.

It’s embarrassing that it’s known a full-grown adult cried like a baby.

At least only Cappuccino and Lilietta heard about it, so the embarrassment was lessened. Her face heated up a bit, but she quickly cooled it down with [Frost].

“I know how you feel. It’s about having grown strong enough to no longer need to be saved by others and to save others without dying yourself. Your dead sister… it would feel more natural to call her ‘unni’ now, right?”

“…”

“You were able to somewhat fulfill your regret of not being able to save your sister through those children. You probably didn’t expect to have such a desire. I didn’t even dream I had a desire to save others until I heard about it.”

“…”

“But looking back on all the battles we’ve fought, I vaguely imagined the peace at the end of the fight whenever I felt good.”

So she had mistakenly thought she was relieving stress by killing enemies.

So she had mistakenly thought she felt good because she fought with all her might.

It was refreshing, but Cappuccino explained as if she knew exactly what Amel subconsciously wanted explained – that she had been aiming at the wrong pinpoint to savor that feeling.

Cappuccino, having finished her explanation, added one more thing as if deeply impressed.

“Unexpectedly, you’ve been fighting for others all along, huh?”

“…It seems that way unexpectedly.”

“Actually, it’s not unusual. There’s nothing unexpected about it. Even a saint couldn’t endure pain and risk their life just for self-satisfaction, right?”

Because even saints are ultimately people who live for others.

It would be even more difficult for a selfish person to endure pain that seems like it would cause shock death.

“If such a person existed, they’d be insane.”

“…”

“Just in case, this is different from the Heavenly Slaughter Star and Berserk stamped by Geass.”

“…”

Amel folded her arms.

But there were no breasts.

…No, stop talking about breasts.

Anyway,

“You seem to know me quite well.”

“I could know you even better if you shared. Will you share?”

“…”

She nodded.

She felt uneasy about sharing the crying too, but Cappuccino wasn’t someone she hide things from, due to unnecessary pride.

Cappuccino spread her arms.

She looked at Amel as if asking for a hug.

“Let’s just do it remotely. You’ve gotten stronger since dealing with the dream, right?”

“You’re telling me not to have skinship with my master when I have the chance? With that face? With those breasts? No, bring out your breasts when you’re with me.”

“…”

This is frustrating.

She told Hite and brought out her breasts.

They grew bigger and then shrank.

It’s not like they’re balloons or something.

Cappuccino with her arms spread.

She looked like a middle schooler on the outside… she seemed to have grown a bit but was still small.

Amel hugged her tightly and sat down in the office chair while embracing her.

‘Should I see her as a girl or as a male copy of my mental body? I guess it’s right to see her as a girl since she was female even as a frog?’

Her expression grimaced as she recalled the erotic things they had done in the dream.

She felt Cappuccino’s power flowing into her mind. She seemed to have become sensitive to magical power, as she could tell what was being shared.

She didn’t bother to peek.

“…”

“We can talk like this.”

“…”

“No, just let me do the talking. I can tell everything you want to ask right now. And I’m not a frog now, right? I can have dreams like that anytime if you want.”

“…”

“Ah, okay. I won’t. It’s just a slightly erotic dream. It’s not like it wears out. Tch…”

Cappuccino grumbled as if sulking.

Anyway, she rambled on her own.

“If you want to participate in the Hero Tournament, I can pull some strings. If you just prove you’re Anonymous, I can secretly squeeze you in. Anonymous’s recognition is higher than you think.”

“You’ve done some things. It seems your presence has been highlighted especially among the higher-ups. It’s known that Chris is acquainted with you, and the clan members there must have recognized you as Anonymous too? But surprisingly, it seems you don’t go around revealing that you’re Anonymous.”

“Anyway, you want to fight only strong opponents, right? You like seeing others being saved, but the fighting itself has become enjoyable too.”

“You know what? Chun Yura is coming out. The Black Sword Master. She was called the Little Heavenly Demon in the martial arts world.”

“Look how surprised you are. Hehe.”

“This time you seem to expect to completely dominate her. Amel. It won’t be easy. Haven’t you seen the ranking table yet?”

“The highest solo ascent floor is now 80.”

“…What?”

She couldn’t help but be surprised.

Just a month ago, the highest solo ascent floor was 61.

But now it’s 80, matching the highest party ascent floor.

Chun Yura is that female demonic cultist whose neck was cut off for the first time, right?

‘She was the Little Heavenly Demon?’

The news of the 80th floor ascent was surprising enough, but contextually it sounded like Chun Yura had ascended to the 80th floor.

“Correct.”

Cappuccino read her thoughts.

She hugged Amel a little tighter.

Amel stroked Cappuccino’s green hair.

“There’s been an uproar about that for the past few days. She apparently imitated the Sword God you used, similarly but not exactly the same.”

“She must have referenced your video. She’s the Little Heavenly Demon after all. People from the Martial Arts Alliance were saying it’s hard to find historical precedent for someone still in their teens reaching the Flower Realm. The Flower Realm is apparently the level of Sword Master. It means a high schooler became as strong as an A-rank without an Awakened Ability.”

“Unlike Hunters, martial arts heroes gradually become stronger by feeling magical power little by little through breath control, even as ordinary people.”

“So unlike Hunters, they have almost no penalty when logging into the game. The avatar you get when starting the game is close to just an ordinary person, right? An ordinary person who can barely handle magical power.”

“They ascend the Tower in that state, level up and gradually become stronger, but the Little Heavenly Demon reached the Flower Realm again at level 1. Even though it’s the second time, she reached it very easily.”

“I can’t imagine how strong someone like that would be at level 80. Moreover, she was inspired by seeing the Sword God.”

As Amel listened to Cappuccino’s words, she recalled Chun Yura.

Unforgettable. How could she forget her first experience of having her neck cut off? She had vowed to surpass and defeat her someday,

But she hadn’t thought about it much recently.

That’s how much she realized her skills had improved tremendously compared to back then.

However,

‘Level 80.’

Is she as strong as Force?

No matter what, she still seems weaker than Force who could move as fast as lightning.

“Who knows. You’ll see if you watch the ascent video. Ask Yuha. She knows a lot.”

“Where is she?”

“Gospel.”

“Huh? Why did she go there?”

“The tournament finals are being held there. She went there a few days ago, saying you’d be coming anyway. While she’s at it, she’s also ascending the Tower after a long time…?”

Suddenly Cappuccino made a questioning sound.

“…Hm?”

“What’s wrong?”

Cappuccino pressed closer.

She was reading memories, recent ones.

As Amel vaguely peeked at the memories she was reading, a familiar face appeared.

“Why is the Emperor telling you not to ascend the Tower?”

“Who knows? For the sake of the world?”

“Even though ascending the Tower is saving the world?”

Amel shrugged her shoulders.

“He’s the Emperor. He must have a reason, right?”

“That’s true, but. I’m not sure if that reason is necessarily good for you? He might have some ulterior motive. Just ignore him and go up.”

“Later. He’s going to make me a commander for once. I should listen to him at least until I’m appointed.”

“You mean the Great Demon Subjugation Unit Commander? Where the Emperor gathers information on Great Demons and you go to subjugate them when found? But isn’t everyone useless except you? If they were all Awakened it would be different. Can you call it a knight order when only you are useful?”

“What does it matter. I can use the Empire’s intelligence network, right? Even if I’m strong alone, I can’t thoroughly search the entire continent.”

Besides, she had been looking forward to the [Dream] raid but missed it.

Becoming the commander of the Great Demon Subjugation Unit somewhat made up for that disappointment. It makes her look forward to the day they find a Great Demon.

‘I wonder when news will come.’

Amel told the Emperor about the Great Demon’s sealed land she received as a [Quest].

News should come soon.

“About the Dream raid video. Yuha should have it. Ask her to show you when you meet.”

Cappuccino mumbled with her face buried in Amel’s chest.

“Dream… Amel.”

“…?”

“I, I obtained the Dream World?”

“Huh? Really?”

“Dream… I ate the last fragment that came out after catching that Great Demon. I made the Dream World mine. Now I can invite people I want into dreams without even having to make contact.”

“Is that good?”

“It’s good. I can invite the Pibslo Knights there to train them and raise them as members of your knight order. I’ll attach dream demons too and use hybrid knight-magicians. What do you think? Above all, you don’t die in dreams.”

“Oh.”

Hearing those words, Amel gently stroked Cappuccino’s green hair.

There’s no more business in Dwarfneer now.

The armor entrusted to Ibon. Received.

The armor entrusted to Lee Su-ju. Received.

The sword is still left, but they said they’ll deliver it to Gospel when it’s finished.

Chris has gone to Gospel with the clan to prepare for the finals, so there’s no one left in Dwarfneer to meet face to face.

‘I’m an outsider, why am I thinking about meeting people?’

Well, it’s greeting people after sleeping for a month.

If I don’t meet them, it feels like I’m ignoring them and I feel sorry.

‘I wonder how insiders manage their networks with so many people to meet.’

Cappuccino, Chris, Hong Joo-ah, Jang Yu-ha, and… who else is there?

Looking at [Messages], there are many unread and neglected chat rooms. Tang So-hye, Skilla, Henya. Just those three, but messages have piled up.

Especially Henya. The frequency of her messages hasn’t changed from before.

Also the [Elder Treant] from the Demon Beast Garden. What was his name again? Did I even hear it? He asked me to let him know every week, but a month has already passed.

I want to meet Gusta and Gumiho after a long time too. It’s only been a month since I invested, but I’m curious how things have turned out by now.

‘Still, whatever they’ve made probably won’t be usable for me.’

And there’s something I asked Mew for.

‘Come to think of it, did I ask Mew for the Pet House? I don’t need it anymore.’

I also asked Mew to relay a request to Obram, the Orc Chieftain, to gather ingredients for the Bust Enhancement Pill.

I tried to recall if there was anything else I’d forgotten, but nothing else came to mind right now.

‘Ah, I should also tell Mudborn that I gave him a letter of recommendation so he can make good armor.’

The true outsider Mudborn would especially want to receive thanks even if he pretends otherwise.

Recalling the people to meet one by one made me feel like I’d become an insider.

But for Amel, just imagining it made her feel more tired than her fierce battle with Force.

It’s just a game anyway, should I just ignore everything?

Still, I can’t ignore Chris since she’s a real friend.

“Haah…”

“Eek.”

As she was leaving Cappuccino’s office.

She met Lara.

The Succubus Queen Lara.

Judging by her attire and the document folder she was holding, it seems she’s acting as Cappuccino’s secretary.

“Good work.”

“…Yes.”