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

No one subconsciously believed that the Flame Demon could level up in the near future. But often, the truth hides right in the corner you overlook...

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At this moment, a elf girl silently stood at the very edge of the crowd gathered around the huge notice board. She neither spoke with others nor paid attention to others, not even sparing them a glance. She only browsed the new information on her own.

Her arrival also drew quite a bit of attention.

In the eyes of those nearby, this elf girl possessed astonishing beauty.

Her jet-black, ink-like hair draped over her shoulders, neatly combed back and flowing down to her waist. In sharp contrast to her glossy black hair was her startlingly pale, tender skin.

Adding to that, she wore a pure-white battle outfit resembling ceremonial attire, along with gloves and long boots. The tightly fastened collar covered every bit of her exposed skin, as though deliberately emphasizing the elf race's obsession with cleanliness, such an outfit inevitably brought to mind the words forbidden and untouchable.

The girl's pair of crimson eyes quickly scanned the parchments posted on the giant notice board until finally lingering momentarily at one in the center.

"'Sword Princess' Ais Wallenstein, Lv.6, huh."

She softly repeated the words on the parchment in a voice so quiet no one could hear, then swiftly moved on.

But in the end, the information she was seeking was not listed.

Shaking her head slightly, she turned toward the reception counters.

"Excuse me, the request I previously posted about the monster riot on the 24th floor seems to be missing! I don't know what happened."

Her sharp words shook the beast-human receptionist.

"P-please wait a moment!" After blurting this out, the receptionist hurried into a room of the desk. Yet, she did not realize that the elf girl's words had merely been a test, as she herself had not posted such a request.

The black-haired elf narrowed her crimson eyes, watching the flustered figure depart, silently pondering.

Just a slight probe, and she panicked like that. Has something happened? Or... is the Guild playing tricks? Forget it… better report this information to Dionysus.

The girl keenly sensed that something was strange. Perhaps… the Guild was deliberately manipulating information.

No, there was no doubt the Guild was manipulating it. Whether it was the absence of the request on the notice board or the receptionist's frantic reaction, both were clear signs the guild were hiding something.

So she thought.

The elf girl, Filvis Challia, captain of the [Dionysus Familia], left the Guild headquarters.

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At the far corner of the First District, the northernmost part of the city, stood a bustling street where a flower shop run by beast-human girls was located.

The shop radiated charm, even from the cute wooden sign outside, reflecting the emotions of its owner.

The shop's name was "Floral Sentiments."

It was quite famous throughout the northern district. Whether from the nearby clothing streets or the luxurious residences where Guild employees lived, customers often visited, especially elfves, who cherished beauty and art.

After all, this was Orario, the center of the world. Even a shop tucked into an inconspicuous corner would be frequently patronized if it had something unique.

Flowers and adventurers, two things that seemingly had no connection whatsoever. Yet ironically, Floral Sentiments thrived with astonishing business. What left the townsfolk speechless was that most of its customers happened to be adventurers.

The beast-human girls inside always stifled giggles behind their hands when they saw those rugged adventurers holding flowers. Still, they could also faintly sense the warmth and sincerity hidden beneath the rough exteriors.

The sun had climbed high, and warm light bathed the streets, making people languid.

As always, Floral Sentiments bustled with customers.

"Hello, could you help me choose some flowers?"

A golden-haired god with elegance and a smile stepped into the little shop.

Facing the beast-human girls, his handsome face bore a polite smile, naturally filling them with goodwill and causing their cheeks to flush red.

"Mimi, I'll leave the rest of the work to you. I'll help this customer pick some flowers."

With that, a cat-girl cheerfully skipped away, eager to assist the handsome man? who had made such a good impression.

Of course, she wasn't the only one, other girls in the shop also stole glances at the man standing by the entrance.

It was Dionysus.

That face, so handsome that just one look felt like a spring breeze, paired with his noble attire and extraordinary grace, made every girl's heart flutter like a startled deer.

He only needed to stand there, smiling gently, and the shop was already enchanted.

"May I ask, are the flowers for a young lady? Though… I myself wouldn't mind receiving flowers from you."

Blushing, the beast-human girl timidly handed the flowers to him after finishing the selection.

The god smiled tenderly, speaking with utmost gentleness.

"Then, how about letting me take home beauties more lovely than these flowers?"

"Dionysus-sama."

An icy voice, laced with frost, drifted into the shop, freezing Dionysus's charming smile in place.

He stiffly turned around, awkwardly facing the elf who had appeared at some point, unsure how to explain what had just happened.

But a god was still a god, he quickly composed himself, softening his gaze as it fell on the girl he cherished.

"Ahem, Filvis. You're back so soon."

The one who called out to him was none other than the captain of his familia, the black-haired elf girl, Filvis.

"Creak, creak." Her clenched fist groaned as she tightened it, her crimson eyes glaring at him fiercely.

Seeing his subordinate's dangerous look, Dionysus sighed inwardly.

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At the southeastern edge of the city lay a serene green space, quiet as if isolated from the bustling metropolis.

Here, countless gravestones stood densely together.

This was the First Cemetery, also known among adventurers as the Adventurers' Graveyard.

As the name suggested, it was a place for those who had lost their lives in the Dungeon.

Yet how many graves actually held their true remains was uncertain.

In the treacherous dungeon, recovering even a small piece of a comrade's body was a blessing from the gods. For most, nothing at all remained.

The god and the elf girl walked quietly among the graves until they reached the deeper section.

Before them stood a gravestone purchased with the limited funds of the [Dionysus Familia]. Here lay the bodies of their fallen familia members.

The god knelt on one knee, placing the flowers before the gravestone. With his head bowed, his expression could not be seen.

"Speak, Filvis."

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