Is It Wrong For Me To Start With Three Skills In Danmachi ?!

His toes pressed against the ground, lightly leaping back a step. His hand slipped from his cloak, unwrapping the staff strapped to his back, aiming it at the shadow hidden on the rooftop.

"[Fire Bolt]!"

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As Fron let out a low shout, the head of his staff glowed with a crimson magical radiance. A massive amount of mana quickly condensed into a deep-red miniature magic circle, then converged into lightning-shaped flames that blasted forward.

The entire process took less than a second!

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM--"

The flames, in the form of lightning, pierced through everything in a straight line, leaving behind a scorched crater in the passage, then shot up into the sky, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

At the same time, with a ding, a spear quivered as it embedded itself into the spot where he had just been standing.

"Who?"

Fron narrowed his eyes warily. Under the cover of night, the [Scholar] ability activated... azure streams of light flowed in his pupils, searching for the enemy's figure.

"Yo, not bad, your reflexes and caution are impressive. Guess I underestimated you a little."

The voice was sharp, carrying the same kind of tone Bete often used, like a déjà vu of "full of arrogance."

As the voice rang out, Fron instantly locked onto the enemy's location, standing on the edge of the roof was a male cat-person adventurer. Even under the faint moonlight, his gray fur and sharp, aggressive gaze were clearly visible.

Although his gear was unremarkable compared to other adventurers, aside from his handsome face, the moment Fron saw him, he immediately recognized his identity. His expression froze for an instant, his gaze flickering ever so slightly.

"[Freya Familia], Vice-Captain Allen Fromel. Nickname [Vana Freya], Level 6, the fastest man in Orario."

His identity was revealed in an instant, yet the man on the other side didn't care in the slightest.

"[Loki Familia], Fron Argon. Nickname [Flame Demon], Level 4. But I can't help but be curious… your movements don't look like those of a mere Level 4."

Fron grinned.

"What's wrong? You guys really hate when others dig into your little secrets, huh? The truth behind [Cranel] is something you'd rather keep buried, right?"

In just a few short exchanges, the atmosphere between the two had already become tense, sword against sword, needle against needle.

The cat-man, Allen, looked down at Fron from above. His smile grew more dangerous.

"You seem to know quite a lot. Haven't you heard the saying? Secrets you shouldn't know are best left to rot inside your stomach."

At that, Fron smirked, raising his brows provocatively:

"This counts as a secret? Come on, it's practically common knowledge."

"You're not afraid I'll kill you?"

"Hah?" Fron reacted as if he had just heard a joke, nearly bursting out laughing.

Before his recent upgrade, maybe he wouldn't have been so sure. But now, as a Level 4 with the new skill [Magic Dominator], things were different.

Against monsters, maybe not, but in a fight against people, if it came down to mutual destruction, he was confident he could kill Allen in an instant. The reason was simple: a human body can't withstand three hits of [High-Tier Magic].

Of course, that was assuming the attacks landed.

This man, the fastest in Orario, if it came to a real fight, the outcome wouldn't be so certain.

"Tch."

With an adventurer's instincts and beastkin's sharp senses, Allen could feel that unshakable confidence radiating from Fron.

His instincts weren't wrong. This guy… had some hidden trump card capable of killing him. That unsettling feeling crawling up from his gut under Fron's gaze, it was real.

"This bastard's already grown that much, huh, whatever. What does it have to do with me?"

Thinking that, Allen sneered coldly.

"Here's a warning: don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong. Not you, not the rest of your Loki Familia. Otherwise, you really don't want to see our two Familias clashing over some stupid shit."

Some stupid shit? Fron looked at Allen thoughtfully.

Because of Bell Cranel, right? Anyone else, maybe not. But Freya, the obsessive, lovesick goddess, when it came to chasing after a radiant soul, her so-called "other half"… she would absolutely go that far.

"Oh? The Goddess's Chariot shouldn't be getting jealous, right? Vice-Captain Allen?"

Understanding his intentions, realizing there was no real reason to fight Allen, Fron teased him softly, mocking this tsundere number two.

"Shut the hell up, or I'll rip your mouth off."

Fron shrugged, slinging his staff back over his shoulder, suppressing the tension as he prepared to leave the rooftop.

As he faded into the darkness, his last words drifted into the cat-man's ears.

"Your little sister Anya is pretty cute. Too bad she's got such a shitty brother."

"You bastard, stop right there! I'll kill you!"

"Ohohohoho? A siscon, huh."

"AAAAAAHHH, MEOW!"

"Oi, you're showing your true colors now, cat-boy."

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

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In the end, Allen's bravado was just for show. Fron returned unscathed.

At the same time, by hinting at Allen's weakness, Fron's mention of Anya wasn't just for mockery, it was a threat. After all, the true mastermind behind the [Hostess of Fertility] was something Allen knew well. That place was far deeper than outsiders imagined.

You think you've uncovered the secrets on the second floor? No… I'm already in the stratosphere. That's exactly what that tavern was.

And so, Allen was completely cornered by just a few of Fron's words.

After teasing a rival Familia's cat-boy, Fron felt his mood lighten instantly. He strolled leisurely back to the main base without any further trouble. After all, night streets in Orario aren't exactly safe, once trouble finds you, you can't run from it.

And all this fuss, because of Bell Cranel. Less than an hour, and that lovesick goddess already made her move.

Inside the [Twilight Manor], at the very top of the northernmost tower, the magic-stone lamps glowed brightly, that was Captain Finn's office.

"They must be discussing those troublesome events," Fron thought, standing under a courtyard lamp.

He chuckled, shook his head, pushed those thoughts aside, and went home. Opening his door, he finally returned to his own room. The comfort instantly wrapped around him.

The soft mattress pulled him in, making him want nothing more than a good night's sleep.

And at the same time, as he drifted into dreams,

At the far southwest end of the city, within the vast territory walled off and known as the "Folkvangr," at the highest floor of a towering ancient castle in its center, a goddess radiating beauty, charm, and elegance held a crystal goblet, swirling the wine within, gazing through the massive window at the dazzling nightscape.

"Lady Freya, Allen has sent back intelligence."