Chapter 143: Asfi Al Andromeda~
"Speak, Filvis."
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"So that's how it is, the Guild concealed the information about the 24th floor, right?"
"Yes."
The god fell into deep thought, silently sorting out his thoughts.
"The monster riot on the 24th floor happened last night. There were quite a few witnesses. Did they choose to conceal the information to avoid unnecessary panic?"
"But… up until now, there's still no news at all, something feels off. In the past, with this kind of riot, the Guild should have issued compulsory quests to powerful familias."
"Yes, that's how it usually is."
"Is it the Guild executives, or… the divine will of Ouranos himself?"
The elf girl stayed silent, listening to the god's muttering.
"To keep the city stable, not wanting to make a fuss… or perhaps they secretly dispatched a few high-level adventurers to swiftly eliminate the threat? Which one is it?"
Dionysus had no clue. Like this… he couldn't act rashly.
But thinking about that goddess who almost saw through him, he revealed a faint, cunning smile.
"Let's drag Loki into this too, and test things out."
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As for what was happening on the surface, Fron and Ais naturally knew nothing. The two traveled quickly through the dungeon's passageways, heading toward the 18th floor.
The whole trip didn't even take an hour before they arrived.
The crystal-cluster dome above looked like drifting blue skies and clouds.
Sighing slightly at the still-beautiful scenery, they crossed grasslands and forests, heading west until they reached the lakeside town of Rivira.
"Unbelievable, the efficiency of these adventurers is astonishingly high."
Seeing the Rivira town almost completely rebuilt, Fron couldn't help but click his tongue.
It seemed these adventurers weren't only experts in combat, but also had quite the talent for construction. Truly not to be underestimated.
Entering the town, the streets bustled with adventurers coming and going.
Most were carrying various construction materials on their backs or in their arms, hurrying through the streets, busy repairing buildings.
Instead of heading for the town center, the two bypassed the main street and went straight to the far north.
There, natural crystal clusters formed a canyon-like terrain, with Crystal Street at the bottom.
After winding through the complex terrain, they finally arrived at a massive cavern hidden deep within.
"Quite well hidden. To think they opened a tavern here. Looks like even the last monster invasion didn't reach this place."
From memory, Fron easily confirmed the location.
"The Stone Bar", that was the name of this inconspicuous tavern.
Pushing open the old, damaged door, the two stepped inside.
In stark contrast to the quiet outside, the tavern's hall was instantly overwhelming with noise, chatter, and bustle, making them feel as if they weren't in a dungeon at all, but in some lively tavern on the surface.
The adventurers drinking and chatting at the tables gave the two a subtle glance, the noise paused for a moment, then quickly resumed.
Everyone tacitly acted as if they hadn't seen them.
But if they pretended not to recognize them, that would be self-deception…
Those roughnecks living in Rivira knew very well whom they could afford to provoke, and whom they could not.
Clearly, "Flame Demon" and "Sword Princess" were absolutely off-limits.
Ignoring the discreet stares, the two went straight to the tavern owner behind the counter, who was wiping glasses.
" Jagamarukun, double portion. One with honey-mustard, one with red-bean cream."
" …"
Hearing this contact password again, Fron, with his face hidden under a hood, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"That Fels… bored out of his mind, why does he have to make such ridiculous passwords!?"
Everyone knew Fron liked to buy Jagamarukun in the dungeon as lunch.
Unlike Ais, who preferred red-bean cream, he liked honey-mustard.
Such little habits were only known by close acquaintances, so how did Fels know? Obviously he secretly investigated through his intelligence network.
After all, the Jagamarukun stall in the northern back alley wasn't much of a secret, especially with Hestia as its poster girl…
It was practically a small sightseeing spot.
Hearing Ais speak the password, the tavern owner simply motioned with his thumb toward a wooden side door, then continued working.
"Creak…"
Fron pushed the door open first, cautiously scanning the surroundings.
The dim magic-stone lamps made the room look ominous.
" You're the supporters for this request, huh? Ah, ah, ah… it, it, it's you!!! Flame Demon! And… the Sword Princess!!!"
The other party's tone was full of shock. But when she recognized Ais and Fron, her expression shifted to relief.
The one play-acting wasn't a stranger, but their acquaintance from the last 18th-floor monster invasion: the adventurer Lulune Louie of the Hermes Familia.
She had originally planned to startle them to gain the upper hand.
But upon recognizing them as the "Flame Demon" and "Sword Princess" duo, she was completely taken aback.
"… Long time no see, Lulune."
Ais stepped forward beside Fron, greeting in her usual flat tone.
"Um, hello Sword Princess, Flame Demon. By the way… thank you so much for last time. If it weren't for your protection, I definitely wouldn't have survived."
Remembering the events from a few days ago, Lulune's brown cheeks paled slightly.
"No need to thank us for that. No matter what, back then, you helped Ais a lot. If you hadn't taken care of her, I couldn't have gone all out against the enemy. After all… that woman's target…"
Fron shook his head, leaving the words unfinished.
Because Revis' target, ever since she first saw Ais' wind, had changed. And now… maybe she had even added him as well.
As they were talking, faint footsteps echoed from deeper inside the room.
"To think that this time our reinforcements would be Loki Familia… and not just anyone, but the Sword Princess and the Flame Demon. How reassuring."
From the shadows, several adventurers cloaked in hoods slowly emerged, the leader speaking as she removed her hood.
"You are…"
Ais' small face showed slight surprise at the newcomer. She not only knew this person, but she was famous.
What appeared was a beautiful human girl, with soft water-blue hair except for a single strand at the forehead dyed white, eyes of a similar shade, and silver glasses.
Her appearance gave an impression of elegance mixed with refinement. Her calm yet slightly startled gaze seemed filled with wisdom, leaving the impression of an intelligent, capable young woman.