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Ronen, no matter how capable, was still just one person.
He could pioneer, yes—but he couldn't advance everything alone.
Only by spreading knowledge could it truly develop.
It was natural for magic not to be taught lightly, yet Ronen knew Riveria well enough to understand that entrusting it to her didn't count as "lightly passing it on."
"Is that the only reason?" Riveria asked, a little stunned.
"Of course not—that's just one of them."
Ronen smiled. "Innate-type magic is something I'll inevitably share with the world sooner or later, because in itself, it's a great achievement."
A "great achievement" didn't always mean slaying monsters and leveling up.
Anything that could make the gods themselves marvel counted.
Creating a new branch of magic.
Reaching the moon as a mortal.
Forging a mighty weapon and winning an epic, hero-level battle.
And besides, Ronen wasn't some reclusive hermit who cared nothing for reputation—he was still young.
Naturally, he wanted to be remembered in a positive light.
"But now isn't the time to spread it. Please don't share this with the outside world just yet."
Hearing this, Riveria nodded solemnly.
"I swear on Royal honor, I won't pass this to anyone else."
"No need to be so formal," Ronen said with a laugh. "Anyway, I have something else I need your help with."
Your help?
Alfia's gaze sharpened. "Do you need mine as well?"
"Of course."
Ronen nodded, then released a spell.
A faint, mysterious white glow enveloped his body.
He bent his knees slightly—and leapt.
His physical stats were only about on par with a level 1 adventurer at around 200 total, yet it was as though gravity had let him go.
He soared into the air and drifted back down lightly.
"As you can see, the magic I'm developing is an auxiliary spell—flight."
Hearing this, Alfia's expression shifted slightly.
She locked eyes with him, and when Ronen felt her gaze, he met it head-on.
They stared at each other for a long moment before Alfia finally spoke.
"The Hera Familia owes you a debt."
At those words, Riveria and Meteria's eyes glimmered.
Unlike engraving magic—which was notoriously difficult and had limited applications—helping him perfect a flight spell was really helping themselves.
Orario's aerial capabilities were lacking.
They had to rely on either their own magic slots, magic items, or tamed flying monsters.
Each method had flaws, and their combat potential was restricted.
But a flight spell that anyone could learn?
Its value was beyond calculation.
Not just "precious"—priceless.
And for the Hera Familia, who were preparing to face the Black Dragon, it was especially invaluable.
Ronen nodded. "Once the flight spell is done, I also have some matters to discuss with the Hera Familia."
Though he wasn't an adventurer, his contributions and abilities now allowed him to speak as an equal to them.
They weren't enemies—they were family.
And being acknowledged by the bride's family was only natural.
At this point, Ronen had already won over his sister-in-law.
"Leave it to me," Alfia said with a nod.
The two great Familias' attempt to slay the Black Dragon was unavoidable.
It was part of the promise made between the gods and the Dungeon—an inevitable "appointed time."
With the world's strongest at their side, the hero's aura, two of the three great adventurers already having been commissioned to slay it, and countless other factors—their confidence was at its peak.
Even if Ronen tried to dissuade them, it would be useless.
What he could do was strengthen them as much as possible before the battle, so that even if they failed, they wouldn't be annihilated—and Meteria wouldn't have to grieve.
Besides flight, they would need defensive capabilities as well.
He already had ideas for that—once the flight spell was complete, he would work on it.
Careful planning: flight, defense, and mobility.
With those three, even if they couldn't beat the Black Dragon, they could at least preserve their fighting force.
For now, he had to focus on researching flight magic.
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Over ten days passed in a flash.
Auxiliary magic proved to be far more troublesome than expected—
Even with the combined magical skill of the three of them, it took considerable effort.
But once the flight spell was complete, Ronen gained a deep understanding of auxiliary magic.
It wouldn't be long before he could develop other types.
Finishing this spell had proven his ability beyond doubt—no one in the bride's family would look down on him.
And it earned him a massive favor from them—one that even Hera herself would have no reason to resent.
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"Finally, it's just the two of us again."
Meteria sat on top of him, her warm breath brushing his ear, making his whole body feel weak.
With the flight spell done, Alfia had returned to the Hera Familia.
Riveria rarely stayed at the church.
Tonight, at last, they were alone.
"Lively company is nice," Meteria murmured, cheeks flushed with a teasing smile, "but time for just the two of us is… necessary too."
Seeing her like this, Ronen wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered,
"Alfia has already returned to the Hera Familia. Soon, our relationship will be officially acknowledged."
Recognition from Hera and her Familia wasn't strictly necessary, but it would make things smoother.
For both Meteria and Ronen, receiving the blessing of her family was better than being met with cold disapproval.
It didn't change anything fundamental—Meteria had already chosen him no matter what her Familia thought.
But… who wouldn't prefer a blessing over disdain?
He leaned closer. She closed her eyes in anticipation.
When they finally opened them again, their gazes were filled with tenderness and quiet laughter.
"By the way," Meteria whispered, "my body's much better now."
Taking the hint, Ronen lifted her up and carried her into the basement.
Her magic had improved quickly—she had already mastered wall-running and water-stepping.
They could now… attempt things that ordinary couples couldn't.
Two more days passed.
Perhaps because they'd been without private time for so long, the closeness burned even more fiercely—like hot oil meeting open flame.
When Alfia returned, she found them walking hand-in-hand, chatting intimately.
"Hera—that old woman—has agreed to meet you," Alfia announced as she entered the church, carefully ignoring the odd feelings in her chest. "Her temper's awful and her tongue's worse. Be careful."
Hearing the concern in her voice, Ronen smiled faintly.
His sister-in-law was already on his side.(T/N : hehehe oh she is more than being at your.... hehehe)
She had likely spoken well of him, too.
It seemed his meeting with the Hera Familia wouldn't be much of a problem after all.
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