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

A distinctly Far Eastern-style purple magic circle unfolded in the sky.

Vast magical energy gathered into a massive sword, which dropped straight down and pierced the ground, triggering a second, larger magic circle.

Suddenly, a tremendous pressure bore down on Fron's entire body, causing him to bend at the waist.

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"This gravity—"

"Ah, looks like your level is higher than mine. If you were the same level, there's no way you could endure inside my gravity magic."

Fron closed his eyes to feel it, while using his spirit sense to observe the flow patterns of the surrounding magic particles.

"That's enough, Miss Mikoto."

"Huh, that's enough already?"

"Yes."

"Alright, then I'll retract the magic."

As Yamato Mikoto withdrew her magic, the terrifying gravity instantly vanished from Fron's body. If not for the aching all over, he would have thought it was an illusion.

…

…

"Sorry to trouble you all."

At the door, everyone came to see Fron off.

Takemikazuchi, "I told you, it's no big deal. If you really want to repay me, then stop by my stall more often!"

Fron, "Uh—is it the fried potato ball mobile stand?"

Takemikazuchi, "Ah, you know about it too!"

Fron, "Yeah, Ais seems to really like it."

Takemikazuchi, "'Sword Princess' Ais Wallenstein? Let me think—oh yeah, she comes by often, I remember her."

Fron, "Then next time, I'll come with Ais to support your business!"

Takemikazuchi, "No problem! It's a promise!"

Fron, "Then I'll take my leave, Lord Takemikazuchi!"

"Mm!"

After leaving the Takemikazuchi Familia, Fron pulled a small booklet from his waist pouch and walked while jotting things down.

The page was filled with complicated formulas and symbols, and even after an entire page, it still wasn't finished. This time, not only had he once again copied a magic spell for free, but he also had another goal.

This was a miracle that could only be performed after acquiring "Mystery".

"Mystery", literally.

A simple explanation: it refers to the 18 types of miracles granted by the gods, known as "divine techniques", the most famous being the "Philosopher's Stone".

[T/N: I think this is original content not related to Danmachi.]

The sage who created the "Philosopher's Stone" broke the taboo between life and death and gained eternal life—though at a certain cost.

That alone shows how overpowered this development ability is.

Even Fron knew of no more than five people in all of Orario who possessed "Mystery"—it was an incredibly, incredibly rare ability.

As for the conditions to obtain it—"Seems to be related to be able to read the language of the Gods."

Just in case, Fron had studied this language earlier under Riveria.

Whether it would be useful or not, he didn't know.

Bonk—so hard!

"Ow, ow, oww"

This is what happens when you're walking and completely absorbed in writing formulas—if the thing you crash into is a high-level armored person, then your outcome is even worse.

"Oww—my nose hurts so bad."

Fron sat on the ground, eyes watering, hissing in pain. His notebook and pen had fallen aside.

"You okay?"

"…"

Hearing that familiar voice, Fron couldn't help but sigh at how small Orario seemed.

"Ais?"

The girl bent her knees together, resting one hand on them while reaching out her other hand to the young man sitting on the ground. Her face calm and serene, with only a hint of surprise flashing in the depths of her golden eyes.

"Mm—accidentally bumped into you."

Grabbing the girl's delicate hand, Fron stood up.

"No, it's my fault. I was too busy writing and didn't watch where I was going."

"Writing?"

"Ah, it's something good—but it's a secret for now!"

"Hmm—"

Ais puffed her cheeks, her lips forming a little "へ", looking incredibly cute.

Seeing her unique little pout, Fron laughed and patted her head, then picked up his dropped notebook.

"Did you just come back from the dungeon?"

Ais returned to normal, resting one hand on her sword hilt as she walked side-by-side with Fron.

"Mm—what about you, Fron?"

"I picked up two quests at the Adventurer's Guild. I'll complete them while exploring the dungeon tomorrow, so the income will be higher."

"Fron, are you short on money?"

The young man twitched an eyebrow, unsure how to answer.

This girl seemed to have never worried about money, no matter whether she explored the dungeon solo or not—most of her income probably went to the familia.

She only kept a tiny part for himself—and even that small amount was a fortune to Fron right now.

"Uh, something like that."

"I still have some, want to use it first?"

"…"

A phrase flashed through Fron's mind—I'm being kept, I'm a sugar baby!

"Uh, better not. It's not good to borrow money from a girl—"

"Take it!"

So serious. That face, especially the unwavering gaze.

"—I-I'll pay you back later."

Ais didn't respond, just stared straight at him, unwavering.

"Ugh, I'll take it then, just stop looking at me like that, it's too much pressure."

Seeing him give in, Ais smiled—a rare sight.

"—Hey hey hey, did I just see that right? You just smiled, didn't you?"

"You saw wrong."

"No way, I'm Lv.2 now, I couldn't miss it!"

"—I hate you, Fron."

Ais looked a bit embarrassed and suddenly sped up, pulling away from him.

"Wait up, let's go back together, don't walk so fast—seriously—"

In the setting sun, two silhouettes chased each other—the bond between the young man and the girl deepened.

'Twilight Manor', it was dinnertime again.

Even though he sat in a corner trying to stay low-key, he could still feel all those strange gazes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, why aren't you running now, Fron~"

Tiona looked at him kindly, sitting to his left.

Ais sat upright and composed on his right, with only a glass of water in front of her, staring straight ahead. Her chosen seat itself was telling.

Directly across, Tione's smiling eyes were like crescent moons, saying nothing—just smiling hard.

Lefiya was also across from him, acting weird—her pretty face kept blushing and fidgeting. Her attention was all on Ais—but now and then she cast terrifying glances at Fron.

"Ugh—so scary, Miss Tione's aura…"

Raul trembled and tried to stay far from the battlefield, his scalp tingling.

"Pathetic."

Anakitty saw her friend's state and sighed.

As for Fron, at the eye of the storm, cold sweat streamed down his forehead as his eyelids twitched nonstop.

"Uh, Tiona, Tione, let's talk this out, okay? Those expressions… are kind of scary."

"Hey, hey—Fron~~~~~ I heard you leveled up!"

"S-something like that."

"And you acquired the development ability 'Mystery'???"

"—Yeah."

"Wow! That's amazing! We've got a mystery boss in the familia now!"

"???"

That's right, Mystery is a development ability exclusive to bosses.

Whether it's [Saintess of the Battlefield] Airmid, [Perseus] Asfi, [Fool] Fels, or [Descendant of Daedalus] Barca Perdix, which one isn't a bigshot?

Yes, those four are the known holders of "Mystery" in Orario.

"Wow, Fron, don't tell me you didn't know—that ability can make magic tools, and most of them are priceless!"

Fron scratched his nose, then thought—true enough.

Except for Amid who mostly made healing items, Asfi's were her own combat support and never for sale.

Fels only revealed his trump cards at the end.

And Barca? He mass-produced cursed items that couldn't be cured, leaving Orario in rivers of blood.