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

"Hmph, I can already foresee the approaching storm…"

"Goodness gracious, truly good gracious, our dear captain never ceases to amaze us!"

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Asfi also noticed the gaze of her companions, and her whole body shrank back in shame, once again hiding in Fron's arms. The unfamiliar emotions she was experiencing made her head spin, completely stopping her from thinking.

She had no idea that, in this short moment, her companions had even filled in their own imaginations with a soap opera-like love triangle.

If she knew, she would definitely dig out a building with her toes. But… her current mood wasn't much different.

"I-I'm doomed, I'll never be able to show my face again, ahhhh, this is too embarrassing!"

"And especially since it's Fron, how am I supposed to face him from now on? And… and the Sword Princess too… what do I do, what should I do, ahhhhhh…"

In that instant, countless chaotic thoughts flashed through her delicate mind.

"..."

Leaving aside the adventurers, Olivas, the mastermind behind it all, already had a face dark as iron.

He, former remnant of the [Evilus], current guardian of "Her," executor of its will, and orchestrator of a series of events, a "big shot" with such overwhelming presence, was being blatantly ignored by the other side?

Not only that, but right in front of his face as their enemy, they had the gall to put on a cliché like "hero saves the beauty" and "capturing the princess's heart", a nauseating farce even bards would sneer at! Did they really think he didn't exist? Anyone else would have exploded in rage by now!

The physical harm was minor, but the insult was unbearable.

"Enough, you filthy pair! Daring to ignore me? You're courting death!"

"Go, Giant Flower, Violas!!!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM,

The massive flower entwined around the quartz pillar let out a piercing shriek, and from the ground, countless dense vines lashed out toward Fron and Asfi.

"How boring, "

Fron carried Asfi and retreated swiftly, weaving through the rain of attacks with nimble movements.

Not a single strike managed to land on his body. Even when his landing spots were predicted, he simply flicked his cloak, deflecting the attacks away at an angle.

The defensive power of the [Black Night Fa-II] equipment finally revealed itself at this moment.

"Oh? That cloak, is it a special artifact? I see, so this guy, just like the [Perseus], is also a holder of 'Mystery'!"

Olivas snorted coldly and waved his hand again. "In that case, let's see how you handle this!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM,

All of a sudden, from beneath the green carpet around them, dense groups of Violas surged out once more, enclosing the two in a tight circle.

"[Flame bolt]!"

A blazing torrent of magical fire carved open a passage through the monster formation. The flames and lightning radiating from Fron flared wildly, his figure blurring for a moment before he slipped free of the encirclement.

"Asfi is yours to protect. That guy, I'll handle him. Come to think of it, it's been a while since I've faced a worthy opponent!"

Handing the girl in his arms to the companions of her Familia, Fron spoke with a faintly excited smile.

"F-Fron, be careful, that guy is definitely not some Lv.5!"

"Yeah, I know."

Of course he knew. That man's power, speed, and the skill with which he subdued Asfi in an instant all showed he wasn't just some ordinary Lv.5. He might not even be Lv.5 at all!

"Haaah…" Taking a deep breath, Fron charged back down the same path.

BOOM BOOM BOOM,

Now unburdened by carrying Asfi, his battle power erupted to its fullest.

His staff transformed into a spear-staff, flashing like a black beam through the chaotic battlefield. Wherever he passed, the Violas froze and then exploded apart.

"You bastard!!!"

Crushing, crushing, nothing but crushing…

With overwhelming stats and refined battle skills, Fron rampaged through the monsters as if no one could stop him, cutting them down like a reaper. The figure shrouded in black and crimson thunder was etched deeply into the minds of everyone watching.

"So this is the power of the [Flame Demon]…"

"He was just casting magic from the rear before, was he holding back all along!?"

The adventurers of the [Hermes Familia] laughed bitterly at the display of Fron's might.

"Alright, everyone, Fron will deal with their leader. Our goal is to wipe out these lunatics and Violas, and that giant flower's nest!"

"Oh? You're calling him Fron now instead of [Flame Demon], huh, Asfi?"

"Lulune, you!!!"

"My my, look how red her face is~"

"Ahhhhhh, shut up and fight!!! Watch your mouth or I'll rip it off, you stupid mutt!"

"Hehehe, Asfi is just too fun when she's like this."

"Damn it all!"

The short-haired, blue-haired girl was teased relentlessly, and though she couldn't refute them, she was fuming inside.

Looking at the suicidal maniacs ahead, her eyes sharpened.

"You bumped into my blade yourselves, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"..."

Then the princess dove into the enemy ranks, swift and merciless.

With the supreme mobility of her trump card, her flying boots, she threw the enemy formations into complete disarray. Some couldn't even self-destruct before their throats were slit by her short sword.

"Hey hey hey, Asfi, take it easy!"

Suicia rubbed her forehead helplessly.

"Falgar, sorry, I'll trouble you to cover our rampaging captain."

"Haha, who would've thought you, the ever-serious elf, could tease someone like that."

Thanks to Asfi's change, the whole adventurer party grew lively. Their morale soared, uniting them as one, and they fought back against the enemy with renewed vigor.

Deep within the vast cave, Fron stood calmly.

From the start of the battle until now, his ruthless decisiveness and overwhelming power had kept others far away from him, allowing him to return here without obstruction.

"Remnants of the [Evilus], at this rate, you won't last much longer. The number of Violas is dwindling too. So, what's your last card?"

Facing Olivas, the two stared each other down, the air between them thick with gunpowder tension, ready to ignite at any moment.

"Just a bunch of cannon fodder deceived by the gods. As long as I live, with the blessing 'Her' bestowed upon me, victory will be mine! Don't tell me… you think you are my opponent? A mere Lv.4?"

"..." The last guy who said that almost didn't live to regret it…