Relying on his light frame, he leapt onto a tall rooftop, narrowed his eyes, and gazed at the streets gradually returning from chaos to order, briefly falling into thought
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At this moment, under Fron's sharp vision, he saw in the square inside "Daedalus Street" a white-haired boy clutching an unconscious goddess and screaming in anguish.
The onlookers who had just been praising the boy for bravely fighting monsters quickly cleared a path for him in panic.
A two-hundred-million Valis "Black Dagger," a product of "Divine Technique," equipment that levels up alongside its wielder, quite intriguing!
Intriguing? More like absolutely irresistible! Fron was practically burning with desire.
Now that he had a reference, learning this "Divine Technique", a top-tier skill unknown in the lower world, why hesitate? Time to go borrow it!
With that thought, Fron's figure flickered and he silently followed.
The two hundred million Valis he had saved up so far remained untouched, he was saving it to forge a weapon for himself.
Although he knew Goddess Hephaestus was capable of such feats, he couldn't just ask her for something so outrageous, the outcome was already certain.
Even though Hestia and Hephaestus had been close friends in the divine realm for many years, didn't she have to pull off a "finishing move" in front of all the gods, continuous dogeza and long pleading, before she agreed? Even ending up with a massive debt.
Two hundred million to buy a Black Dagger? I'd say: "I'll take as many as you've got!"
...Sigh.
After all… that thing, forget two hundred million, even a billion or two billion was beyond the concept of mere craftsmanship.
Running through the alley, Bell Cranel dashed straight toward West Mainstreet.
That's… going to see Syr, huh?
After a slight hesitation, Fron decided to step in.
Hmm? The sudden appearance of a figure startled Bell; looking closer, it was indeed…
"F-F-Fron-Big Brotherrrrr Fronnnnn!!!"
"Big Brother, please, save Lady Goddess!!! Lady Goddess, she… sob sob sob…"
…
'Why does this kid cry at the drop of a hat? What's his deal?'
One glance at the unconscious Hestia told Fron she'd simply fainted from extreme mental pressure and stress.
"Well, Cranel, your goddess isn't in any real danger. Though it might sound bad… it's just over-exhaustion, plus getting startled by a monster…"
…
The boy quieted down slightly but still choked on his sobs.
"Don't worry, if you're concerned, I'll check her with healing magic."
"R-really?!"
"Yeah, no problem."
"Th-thank you, Big Brother Fron!"
"It's nothing. If you really want to thank me, I'm quite interested in the dagger Goddess Hestia gave you, just let me borrow it later."
"O-okay… Eh? Big Brother Fron, you knew the goddess gave me a weapon?!"
"Yeah, I happened to catch sight of it."
Thinking about it, it made sense, earlier, when so many hid indoors from the monster, Bell had drawn his weapon to fight, which many saw. Fron knowing wasn't strange at all.
As expected of Bell Cranel, the perfect tool guy, so useful!
[Dia Fratel!]
...
West Mainstreet, The Hostess of Fertility.
In the daytime, because of the Monster Pheria, everyone had gone to the streets to celebrate, so the tavern was rather empty.
When the three of them arrived at dusk, the seats were full once again.
"Welcome, meow! Customers, please come in!"
Anya was still as enthusiastic as ever, full of dangerous energy.
Fron smiled and teased the catgirl.
"Hehe, it's you, meow."
"Um, Miss Anya, c-could I borrow a room? L-Lady Goddess has fainted!"
"Meow? The goddess fainted?"
Anya stood on tiptoe to peek over Fron's shoulder and finally saw the figure behind him.
"You're that boy Syr likes, meow? Hmph, for Syr's sake, come in, meow!"
"Thank you so much!"
"Thank Syr, meow, I'm not as much of a pushover as her, meow."
Saying that, Anya led Bell into the tavern's back room, presumably heading upstairs.
As for Fron, it wasn't appropriate for him to go up, so he stayed downstairs to wait.
Glancing around the bustling hall and finding no seats, he went straight to the bar and sat down.
"Mama Mia, one signature fruit wine, apple flavor!"
Seeing Fron, the strong proprietress slightly raised her head, set down the glass she was polishing, and walked over.
"Well, well, it's you."
Facing this former captain of the Freya Familia, level 6, Fron couldn't help feeling pressured.
Moreover, rumor had it that in her younger days, Mama Mia had been unmatched across… some rather dangerous territories.
Though his mind wandered, outwardly he kept a polite smile.
"Ah, I've come to trouble you again!"
"Hmph, adventurers like you should trouble me more, otherwise, what, are you going to take all that money into your coffin?"
…As expected of Mama Mia, her words hit hard.
Thud, the signature fruit wine arrived, served in a big wooden mug.
Fron liked these sweet alcoholic drinks (he hated ale).
Gulp, gulp, his throat moved as he downed over half the mug in one go.
"Ahh… satisfying."
With the girls helping, Mama Mia leisurely polished glasses behind the counter, giving him a sidelong glance and chuckling.
"A big man like you drinking the girls' favorite fruit wine, how dull."
…
Was that a provocation??? Then… nope, not taking the bait.
"Business is good today as always, your management is truly impressive."
'A compliment? This kid could ignore provocation, cunning.'
Thinking so, Mama Mia smiled and accepted the praise, then simply left without further conversation…
…
Fron was bewildered, he hadn't even asked anything yet, and she was gone?
Yes, he'd just wanted to warm things up, close the distance, and then get some intel from this well-connected big shot.
Unfortunately… as the only surviving adventurer from the previous generation of the Freya Familia during the Dark Age, Mama Mia couldn't be fooled by such rookie tricks.
"Ahem, Mr. Argon, is your throat uncomfortable? Even though fruit wine isn't strong, you should drink less."
"Ryu?"
The elf, Ryu Lion.
Fron turned in surprise. As always, her expression was cool, but her eyes wandered slightly, avoiding direct contact, was she… a tiny bit shy?
It had only been a few days, yet she was still so stunning!
"Mr. Argon, under elven law, what you're doing is illegal."
…
"Well, compared to the directness of Amazoness, elves must start with something like holding hands, right?"
He spread his hands and teased her with a smile.
"Hmph, those filthy Amazons, nothing like us elves."
"Ohhh, I thought elves only naturally clashed with dwarves, but you don't get along with Amazons either?"
"Hehe, Fron, you're not allowed to bully Ryu, okay? Otherwise, we won't let you off!"
At some point, Syr had popped out, leaning toward Fron's face with her hands behind her back, smiling softly.
…
Perfect role-play in a smaller package, truly worthy of her reputation.
Not wanting to spar verbally with a goddess again, Fron shifted his gaze to the boy beside Syr.
"So, is it over? Why aren't you still in the room taking care of Goddess Hestia?"
The boy blushed and bowed deeply.
"The goddess woke up once, but she seemed very tired. After drinking some water, she fell asleep again. I just came down to thank you, Big Brother Fron."
The boy's body and expression were tense, almost overly formal.
"I told you, it was no trouble. Besides, didn't you agree to let me see your new weapon?"
"Oh, right! Here you go, Big Brother Fron."
Without hesitation, the boy offered his weapon with both hands, leaving Ryu and Syr baffled, why show the weapon?
"Thanks."
Fron eagerly accepted the dagger, then, as his eyes scanned it,
"This is…"
Ryu's usually calm face shifted slightly, her sky-colored eyes flickering.
"Sacred script?"