Meanwhile, at the Hathor familia home, Shurry was caught in the middle of two dark elves rubbing cheeks, and the three giggled up a storm. Though it was quickly interrupted by the return of the other members, all of whom asked Shurry if he could heal them… It didn't take long, in a flash of light their injuries were all healed, and even a small portion of their energy had been restored. And then, it was story time!
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"So cool! That giant has such a cool attack?! I wanna see it, I wanna see it!"
"Yeah, it was a surprise to all of us. But, Legi acted, like a bolt of lightning she jumped in, and gave the giant a much needed haircut!" A man laughed, raising his mug, with his non-dungeon diving woman rubbing his shoulders in a particular way.
"Legi the Giant's Barber!" The familia laughed, cheering for the name.
"Well, it's not official yet, but I'll do what I can to make sure you get a good name in the future, continue to work hard, Legi."
"Legi, Legi!" Shurry cheered, looking at the red dark elf with a completely innocent curiosity. "You're amazing! Fearlessly diving into the action! So awesome!"
"Wha, wha, wha?!" Legi panicked, flushing straight red. "I just wanted to be useful as a big sister should…" She whispered, her words veering off into nothing, she didn't intend to finish those words but, Shurry's ears, eyes, and nose are top notch…
Shurry's smile seemed to grow more perfect, and happy. "Big Sister Legi!!" He said, latching on and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Bokhoir arrived, and quickly took note of the environment like any good peak level 3 should, he smirked. I better not drop the mood for now. I can inform Lady Hathor of the situation later anyway. Even if it is the guild, it'll take at least until tomorrow… "Ahaha! Looks hearty here! You saved me some of that good-"
"Come have a mug-"
Hathor stood up, and smiled, sensing something different about the dwarf. "Bokhoir, come with me for a moment. Let's update your status, and you can give me a more formal report on the dungeon." She looked at Shurry. "Play nice with everyone for a moment."
"I will, Mommy!" He smiled, wagging his tail.
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In the familia's designated, private room, Bokhoir sat, shirtless, the sheer strength of a dwarf, as well as the chubby belly, on full display. Hathor sat behind him, and dropped a single bit of her blood ichor.
"So, tell me, what's wrong? You're a little better at hiding things than those other two were, however, you can't hide anything from me." Hathor asked, as she began to work on Bokhoir's falna.
"Ha, surely it's impossible to hide anything from you…" He said with a light, and quickly dispersed chuckles before he got serious. "Lady Hathor, the guild master, tried to pull a stunt today when we went to make our report like usual. For starters he was there, with our usual rep, and two werewolves, of whom even I can safely assume they were mother and daughter. Royman even made an odd request, that he could have just sent a letter for."
"I see, and so, you didn't give them a report due to their careless rule breaking…"
"Was that the wrong decision? I'm unsure now, but I was certain of it at the time."
"No, you did good. You just wanted to protect that precious boy from anything unnecessary. Though I suppose we'll be receiving a visit from the guild tomorrow then. And… You're level 4 now, and have gained a skill, Vanguard. It must have been hard."
"I see, so I'm level 4… Wait… I'M LEVEL 4!"
"Yep, congratulations. You're one step closer to being a first class adventurer."
Bokhoir put on his shirt again, and seemed to try and feel out the increase… I can feel something, it's unreal, this much of a boost. It's really something else. Though… He threw a punch into the air. "Hmm, it seems I was right. The main benefit from leveling up, isn't the stat equivalent, it truly does lay within the development ability."
"You're a smart one, it took the Zeus and Hera familias a few decades before anyone had come to such a conclusion." Hathor smirked, handing over the paper with his new status.
"Uhm, Lady Hathor, this is right, right? Did I really get this development ability?"
"Yes, you earned it. Now you're a dwarf with [Strong Body], what do you think?"
"I feel incredible. It really is as strong as the guild had made it out to be."
"You should still be careful, even with your new status, Shurry can still knock you down with absolutely no effort."
Bokhoir's brows twitched in confusion. "I see… He really is something else then. Just how strong is he?"
"It would be better for you to see that for yourself. The two of you should traverse the dungeon together. Oh, but take a week to rest, and get used to your new power. Some people can get right back into the fight, but it's dangerous when you're out of sync."
"I understand." Bokhoir and Hathor were about to leave, as he opened the door Shurry jumped up and forward right into Bokhoir.
He was lifted up, and pushed back a little bit, falling down to his butt. Hathor smirked, having stood off to the side.
"Hey, you're level 4 now, right? I heard that, is it true? Really true!? Yay!!! Come, eat!!!" Shurry said overly cheerful, though, he wasn't as happy about the level up, as he was about having an excuse to eat the kitchen out of meat again… A thought that his salivating drool gave away in an instant.
"Heh, you just wanted an excuse to have a feast didn't you?" Bokhoir laughed, ruffling Shurry's head with a rough yet familial feeling.
Shurry shivered having been found out. "Come on! The food is calling my- our names. Can't you hear it? It's saying eat me, I'm delicious!" Shurry pounced around back to the kitchen to serve as a Taste tester… It was really just for him to demolish the meat scraps like bones, and the innards… All of which he devoured with gusto.
That night, Hathor familia celebrated in their own unique style, yet it wasn't so different that outsiders wouldn't feel too out of place. The day someone levels up everyone goes wild with a giant party… This resulted in many… Uh… Scenes that had Shurry not already been previously exposed to, it would have been unsuited for his eyes…