Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

"In other words, Belsson passed away while on his adventure, leaving Eina-chan as a widow—the premise is very strong...!"

"And then, I, the great one, will comfort the heartbroken Eina and make her happy again...! I've seen it, my path to victory!"

"Does not exist, does not exist"

Among the crowd watching Bell and Aina merge from afar, various excited whispers circulated. The conversation primarily revolved around God.

The "rising star," in a position where any slight movement would attract attention, drew a lot of attention. The whispers and rumors were the kind that would make anyone with fairy blood feel incredibly ashamed.

Lost in thought, as if time had stopped, Aina slowly blushed.

After her slightly pointed ears turned red, her emerald-green eyes gradually welled up with tears.

She stared, trembling, at the back of the boy's head, whose face was now buried in the valley between his chests.

Bell, whose plump figure, though of mixed race, was completely mismatched with that of a fairy, lifted her face with movements like a rusty doll. At first, she was blushing, but slowly her face turned ashen.

Looking at the soft buttocks of the opposite sex whom she admired like an older sister, she still swallowed all ten fingers.

As if frozen in place, he peeled away the immobilized finger, one by one, while sweating profusely.

Try your best not to think about the sensation of the thin underwear you feel through the black pants.

With a whoosh, as her arms, which were wrapped around her back, dropped to their sides, Belle raised her hands as if surrendering.

I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Please forgive me. YUAN LIANG WO BA.

This is a tragic expression of sincerity.

Facing Aina, who was trembling and had her head drooping, Bell, who was prepared for a massive lightning strike and whose face had turned deathly pale, his expression shifted from erotic to ashen, at this moment...

"Bell-kun—go turn yourself in to the guild."

"Confess!?"

Upon hearing this unexpected proposal, Bell spat out his drink.

Aina's voice, as a tear rolled down one eye and she declared with an expression of emptiness that transcended anger and sorrow, was earnest.

"I will too, write a self-criticism. Even if I'm a disqualified fairy who tarnishes the name of a neutral, sacred, and glorious guild. So why don't you die too? Why don't you die to show your sincerity?"

(Translator's note: 行く and 死く have the same pronunciation)

"Miss Aina, Miss Aina!? Something about what you're saying sounds a little strange!"

"No, I can't take it anymore! I'm going to die! The stigma of being seen as a fairy, embracing and getting intimate with responsible adventurers in broad daylight in public, is unacceptable to me. I, Aina, can no longer face my mother and Lady Riveria. So I must die!"

"We didn't have any skin-to-skin contact, so that kind of stigma won't be pinned on us!"

Bell tried desperately to explain, but he still couldn't wipe away the despair that clouded Aina's face.

Faced with her sister's appearance, which she had never seen before, Belle was more afraid than ever before.

"Anyway, write a letter of repentance, right? I don't know if the world will forgive you, but I still need to show sincerity. A purification ritual is necessary. I'll stay with you until death, so—"

"So the rhetoric is getting more and more terrifying!? ...By the way, how long should the self-reflection essay be...?"

Faced with the half-elf emitting freezing air like the coldest winter, Bell asked tremblingly.

Unconsciously, he collapsed to the ground, inching forward to keep his distance from her.

80,000

"Can't do it—!?"

Upon hearing this outrageous request, which was far beyond his capabilities, Bell fled like a rabbit.

"Wait! Don't go, Belle! Please, don't leave me alone...! Die with me...!"

"This is too heavy, Miss Aina!!"

He abruptly turned his back to Aina's sorrowful voice, who was wiping away tears and shouting, and indeed shouted back at the strangely cryptic "Fairy Rampage".

A tragic incident stemming from his meticulousness and excessive fastidiousness. He needs to regain his composure and then carefully apologize and communicate; this is essential, and time is required now. Bell was certain of this, breaking out in a cold sweat. The helpless boy's move was a move he made to run away before his agitation cooled down.

While silently offering a grand apology, he fled the street corner where Aina lay collapsed.

They carefully retrieved Chunji after she fell, helped her stand up, and started the endless escape drama anew.

Holding her hand, even though he wanted to roll around in fear and despair because of the increased attention drawn to Aina's incident, he still headed towards a deserted place.

"Bell, Lord Bell...! I'm so sorry, because of Haruhime's mistake, that person was left with a deeply humiliating scar that could never be repaired again...!"

"Although I don't think it's that exaggerated!"

Still not fully recovered from the dizziness from standing, Haruhime apologized tearfully. Bell, though also on the verge of crying out, didn't want to blame her. Rather, she desperately wanted to know why this strange situation had arisen.

"Huff, huff, huff—Mr. Bell seems to be in a lot of pain."

"That, that voice...it's...Miss Hill!?"

Then, the voice of the culprit who was largely responsible for this strange situation rang out.

The owner of the voice was found immediately.

Directly above the street where Bell and his group were standing, on the roof of a three-story vacant house, stood Hill Flöwa, who looked like a little devil!

He wore his tattered clothes like a hood, making a rustling sound in the wind, looking like a very powerful character without any apparent reason!

"To punish Mr. Bell, who is indecisive and frivolous with women but whose gentleness and purity make him irresistible and easy to forgive, is easy for me, who has the nickname 'Tavern Witch'... It's all under my control."

"There are so many things to complain about that I don't even know if I should complain at all. Why, why do I do this kind of thing!?"

"Hoo hoo hoo... It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing."

"On a whim!?"

Bell was sweating as she casually made up stories, emanating a subtle, almost veil-like aura. Hill twirled her light gray hair with her fingers, and unusually, stared at her with half-open eyes, her gaze filled with disapproval.

"And then there's the part about making Mr. Bell look troubled right now—or something like that..."

Huh? Just before Bell asked in return.

Hill put on her usual street-girl smile again and grinned mischievously.

"So that means! Mr. Bell is so hateful that he can play around with cute girls while we're busy shopping for the store!"

"That's just simple misplaced anger, isn't it!"

Although Bell let out a mournful cry, as if to say that the question and answer were useless, Hill raised one hand to the same height as his face.

Then, in the instant of a snap of the fingers—I was 'attacked' from behind.

"Ugh!?"

Bell reflexively lowered his head to avoid the question.

He hurriedly turned around and saw the fairy in her tavern uniform.

"Ryu, Miss Ryu!?"

"He actually dodged it, Mr. Craney."

Ryu, holding a paper bag full of fruit and other purchased goods in one hand, remained as calm as if he hadn't just launched an attack.

Then, after simply saying "Well, here's the next move," it attacked like a whirlwind.

"Although this kind of reckless behavior wasn't my intention... there's nothing I can do if I've gone too far."

"Please don't just wear a sad expression and try to let yourself get over it!?"

"Bell, Lord Bell—!?"

Seeing the fight that had begun on a street corner, Chun Ji, who had finally recovered, let out a mournful cry.

However, leaving her aside, the boy and the fairy continued their attacks and defenses, as well as their vocal exchanges.

"Why did they attack so suddenly!? Could it be that Miss Ryu is also taking her anger out on someone else...!?"

"No, I have a 'righteous cause' here."

"A grand, righteous cause!?"

"Mr. Craney, I know you're very kind. But—if the two of you are going shopping together, shouldn't there be other members of the opposite sex you should invite along!?"

"What is Miss Ryu saying? I don't understand!"

Bell was on the verge of tears when confronted with a question accompanied by a hand chop.

Ignoring his near-panic state, he heard a cheerful shout of encouragement from above: "Ryu, do your best!" from a street girl.

In contrast to the lack of tension in their question-and-answer session, Bell and Ryu's offense and defense continued to accelerate.

Once Ryu unleashed his palm strike and hand chop, Bell vanished like a phantom. Focused solely on defense and evasion, he ignored the sweat streaming down his face. Their movements, crisscrossing and shifting like a ceaseless flow of water, resembled a dance. The sharp, slicing sounds of air being cut and the scraping of boots against the stone slabs suggested that this was no dance.

—Both Lord Bell and the other side are too fast...!?

This attack and defense, while not perfect for Haruhime who was only at level 1, was still too much for her eyes to keep up with. She could only see the high-speed diagonal lines. The ordinary people around her were in the same boat.

For them, who were used to the commotion caused by adventurers, it was also quite moving. "Oh, so fast! So amazing! It's so different from the usual thug fights."

"You're really capable, Mr. Craney. Although it's not quite relevant to the current topic, I'm happy to see even a glimpse of your growth."

Although one hand was occupied by the paper bag, he frankly praised the boy, Ryu, for keeping up with his movements. Just as he said, he forgot his original purpose and even seemed to enjoy the back-and-forth fighting with him.

On the other hand, even though Ryu's hand was occupied by the paper bag, Bell had no time to answer the fairy who was still faster and stronger than him and there was nothing he could do.

"However, this place is too conspicuous. Let's find another spot."

"Eh—whoa!?"

As soon as Ryu's figure disappeared from sight, Bell's body floated into the air.

He nimbly lowered his body, supported himself on the stone pavement with one hand, and unleashed a sweeping leg kick as fast as the wind.

After that, she gently lifted the boy by the waist with one arm as his feet left the ground—and threw him forcefully into the air.

"Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh!?"

"Wow—Mr. Bell! You're here!"

"I was just thrown over here by Ms. Ryu!!!"

"Bell, Lord Bell—!?"

Bell, emitting a mournful cry accompanied by the Doppler effect, disappeared onto the rooftop where Hill was.

The fairy, who could throw someone up to the third floor with just one slender arm, kicked the wall with a joyful thud, and then jumped onto the roof herself.

Chunji, who had just come to her senses after being stunned, left the crowd of onlookers who seemed to regret their actions and started running away.

It was supposed to be a shop. I rushed into the room, which was filled with dusty shelves and wooden crates, and ran up the steps in a spiral pattern. Although my running style wasn't pretty, I was still a Level 1 being granted "Blessings," so I reached the roof without even breaking a sweat.

"Mr. Bell, Ryu! Fight! Oh!"

"Don't do that! Ohh ...

"I won't let you escape, Mr. Craney."

On the rooftop, an even fiercer battle of offense and defense unfolded.

Accompanied by cheers from street girls in the corner, what was taking place could no longer be called a battle, yet it carried an intense "training" feel. The sounds of blows, incongruous with the beautiful, cloudless blue sky, rang out countless times.

The fighting fairies, who seemed to be enjoying themselves, unleashed a rain of pursuit upon Bell.

The shouts of the teenagers also became more frequent and louder in proportion to this.

Despite feeling apprehensive about the intense training scene, Chunji couldn't bear to watch any longer and, with a willingness to risk everything, tried to step between the two—and that was at that very moment.

"Let's both of us participate too—!!"

"Chew, chew"

「!?」

"Miss Tiona!? And also, Miss Ais!?"

Adventurers from the city's largest faction (Loki's Familia) have joined the battle.

"You're so cunning to be doing something so interesting! I'd like to try my hand at it with Argo-kun too!"

"Miss Tiona, we're not practicing—!?"

"Hmm, gulp, gulp. The newly released mentaiko cream flavor, how should I put it... hmm, it's pretty good."

"How many potato balls does Miss Ais want to eat?!"

Did it move along the eaves of the building? Like the wind, Tiona appeared and seemed to descend from above, replacing a greeting. Bell and Ryu reflexively dodged it. Beside Tiona, who had just joined the "training," Ais, clutching a paper bag, was diligently digesting her potato balls.