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

Crack! The sound of breaking bones rang out. Asfi's eyes widened in shock, her body slammed hard, bouncing once from the impact, blood spraying from her lips...

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"Don't worry, after all, I used to be an adventurer myself. I know very well just how tough you adventurers are. Just breaking a few bones, some displaced organs or whatever, it won't kill you. But I'm not one of those idiots (villains who don't finish people off). I'll send you to meet your god now!"

He cruelly pinched the girl's slender neck, directly lifting Asfi's frail body into the air.

"Cough… cough, cough…"

The girl's legs struggled and kicked wildly, both hands desperately prying at the enemy's grip on her neck, trying to break free of his restraint.

But clearly… when faced with such a monster who defied common standards, Asfi's level wasn't nearly enough. Everything she did was useless against someone whose stats completely crushed hers!

In just a few breaths, Asfi's strength drained rapidly, her consciousness becoming blurred.

"Stop."

She paid the price for underestimating her opponent and engaging in close combat without knowing any of his information.

"Courting death!"

Forcing the words through his teeth, Olivas had no idea he had already stepped on a landmine.

No matter what, a beautiful girl should never be treated this way. (Although Fron was, admittedly, slightly intrigued by Asfi's current state.)

At this moment, the young man's expression suddenly darkened, his eyes as cold as the winter of the far north.

"[Welcome the end! (Ragnarok)]"

"[Surtr!]"

His figure blurred to the naked eye, and the activation of additional magic boosted all his stats again, even leaving afterimages behind him. His speed surged once more, and Fron shot across the void like a black streak of light.

At the same time, he made a new move. Pulling his left arm back as though preparing to throw a spear, he gave a sharp shout and hurled his staff.

The staff spun with circular arrays of complex runes, and yet used in this way, it seemed unbelievable that this space-rending, air-screaming weapon was still a staff at all.

As for why he didn't use magic, it was because Olivas was clutching Asfi's neck. At such close range, any magic would definitely hurt the girl as well.

Whizz, the staff, crafted from the branches of the Sacred Tree, was as hard as a first-class weapon. More than sufficient for striking, let alone throwing like a spear.

The tip of the staff, along with Fron's overwhelming stat-fueled throw, wasn't something anyone could simply endure.

The top-grade amethyst on the staff head gleamed brilliantly, slicing through the air like a purple ray of light. As it closed in, the buzzing of torn air made Olivas's pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints!

"Again, you ruin my plans!"

Furious and humiliated, Olivas had no other choice. Desperate, he viciously threw the suffocating, white-eyed Asfi toward Fron, both to block his advance and to buy himself time.

And it worked.

Because Fron's only goal was to save her. As for Olivas, after dealing with the Violas, a 1v1 fight with him was nothing more than a free experience bundle.

A pseudo Lv6 Creature with hidden potential, slaying him, combined with the experience already gained from battling Revis, would be enough for Fron to almost reach the advanced experience required for Level up!

Bang! Fron spread his arms wide, securely catching the girl who had been thrown at him.

Without hesitation, his hands lit up with the glow of a magic circle once more. This time, it was Fels healing magic, not the pure white magic of Dia Fratel, but equally powerful.

A cyan magic circle spun slowly, gentle energy wrapping around Asfi's entire body.

"[Pius' staff, Pione's light. ]"

"[ Intersect with the authority of healing and heal everything]"

"[Dia Panakeia!]"

A super-short chant single-target healing spell, rivaling an Elixir, capable of fully restoring the target's injuries, the strongest single-target healing magic!

"Cough, cough, "

Cradled in Fron's arms, Asfi gasped for air, her injuries gradually fading as the healing magic took effect.

"Th-thank you…"

Being held in a man's arms, for the first time, her cheeks flushed bright red. Realizing the shame bubbling up inside her, she instinctively buried herself deeper into him, ears red, looking adorably embarrassed…

Her usual strict, calm persona contrasted with this red-faced, shy image in his embrace, leaving Fron utterly dumbfounded by the gap-moe.

"Uh…"

Feeling the warmth of her body rise rapidly against him, Fron gave a wry, speechless smile. Had he just accidentally charmed Asfi? And she wasn't even resisting strongly? Could this be… some sort of game?

'Ah, why does my heart feel restless?'

"…"

After a short adjustment, Asfi, cheeks still crimson, nervously gathered her courage, stiffly lifting her head.

"Th-that… Flame…"

"Don't call me that stupid nickname. You can call me Fron."

"O-okay… M-Mr. Fron, could you… um, put me down? We're moving a little too fast…"

"…" Fron's eyelids twitched, utterly speechless.

'Princess, just what kind of things are you imagining in that little head of yours?'

Meanwhile, as a high-level adventurer, his sixth sense keenly detected the stares from behind, filled with surprise, admiration, and amazement. Fron knew… it was the members of [Hermes Familia].

And he was right. At that moment, including Lulune, they were all completely stunned by the interaction between Fron and their ever-serious captain.

"Hey hey hey, you've got to be kidding me! That serious, proper Asfi, actually blushing in a man's arms!?"

"Didn't they say Flame Demon and Sword Princess were the ones with that relationship?"

"No way… then doesn't that mean our captain…"

"N-No way… is Asfi going to become the mistress?? Whoa, that's super romantic, like a love triangle!"

"Asfi's so bold, ahhhhhhh! To bear such heavy injuries for love, then let her beloved man perform a dramatic rescue, truly, just like you!"

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

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