Regarding the matter of Rutina being quite abrasive.
It wasn't necessarily that she made a mistake in judgment because she had gone senile; it was more likely that she’d always been prone to making poor decisions, even when she was perfectly calm.
Well, since she was dealing with Obaba-sama, it was understandable. I didn't mind her pushing back a little. In fact, she could have pushed back a lot more.
"I don't want to hear that from the daughter of a man whose everyday judgment was nothing but a series of blunders," the elder retorted.
That man was Earl Selmer, Rutina’s father—the noble who had spent his life slacking off on his labyrinth duties.
"It seems the report is finished. Let us go," Rutina said, cutting the conversation short and turning back to me.
She looked like she wanted to argue that her father’s failures had nothing to do with her. However, in this world—and especially within the noble class—things didn't work that way. The sins of the father were visited upon the child. If the father ate sour grapes, the child’s teeth were set on edge.
In the first place, it was because Earl Selmer had neglected the labyrinths that Rutina had ended up as my property. Because of that, I couldn't really complain. No comment from me.
"Ah, that’s right. I shall grant you permission to enter the archives in the detached building," Obaba-sama said, stopping Rutina as she prepared to leave.
"The archives?" Rutina looked like she just wanted to go home, but she hesitated, unsure if she was allowed to leave yet. I was the one who reacted.
"Yes. It contains a compilation of information regarding the labyrinths within the clan’s sphere of influence. If you conduct research there, you may find it quite useful."
"I see."
Information was precious, especially in this world where you couldn't just look things up on the internet. The Empire Liberation Society’s lodge had a reference room, but this was essentially the same thing.
"You were disappointing adventurers who couldn't even reach Grinia, but it would leave a bad taste in my mouth to toss you out without any reward at all. I shall provide at least this much."
"Rutina, shall we head back?" I asked. This old woman really had a nasty personality. I was the fool for even responding to her.
"Yes. Let us return."
Rutina opened the door to leave Obaba-sama’s room.
"Hey, Lyuto!" the elder barked.
"Yes, Ma'am!"
"I’m granting these people permission to enter the labyrinth archives. Take them to the detached building."
"Understood."
Obaba-sama gave her instructions to the man waiting outside. It seemed she was actually giving us access.
"Even if it ended in failure, a request is a request. Even spineless adventurers should be allowed to use the archives. I did say I would facilitate things for you if you weren't incompetent. Well, you're reasonably adequate. Just 'reasonably,' mind you."
"I see."
She really had to have the last word on everything. I wasn't exactly in a position to talk, given that I’d spent the mission pretending to work hard while cheating with Warp, but still.
"Rutina, this man will eventually be granted a title, will he not?"
"Yes. Of course."
"In that case, make the most of it. Though that’s a story for 'eventually.' Just eventually. No one expects you to do it today or tomorrow. You may still enter the Nesco Labyrinth, or if you prefer a different one, you may move there instead. Do as you like."
She said it was a story for "eventually," but what was her real intention in letting us switch labyrinths? The Nesco Labyrinth was the one she had originally requested us to explore. If she truly thought our success was in the distant future, she should have told us to keep training there. Was she just being sarcastic?
"There is someone else in our party who handles our research. Is it alright if I bring her to the archives as well?" I asked.
"Do as you like."
"Understood."
It seemed bringing Sherry was fine. I left all labyrinth-related research to her. If Obaba-sama had insisted that only Rutina and I could enter, we would have been completely lost. Since I could bring Sherry, I’d just leave the heavy lifting to her.
"We understand."
"I'm counting on you. Now, stop standing around looking disheveled and get going."
She really didn't miss a beat with those insults.
"Please, come this way," Lyuto said.
"Thanks."
We followed the guard out of the room. The detached building was indeed a separate structure from the main mansion. We stepped outside and entered a different building. They might have been connected internally, but we were led to a separate entrance.
The interior looked like a large bookstore or a library. The back of the first floor and the entire second floor were likely packed with documents. Near the entrance on the first floor, there were tables and chairs set up for research. It was a proper reference room.
"This side of the wall does not use shielding cement. Since you have permission, please feel free to use the room whenever you wish. Nothing kept here requires extreme secrecy, but please refrain from bringing any third parties who are not members of your party."
In other words, the truly sensitive information was kept elsewhere. Even if this archive was restricted to those with permission, it was essentially for general use. The high-level stuff was a step above this. Or perhaps Obaba-sama handed those documents out personally while demanding a heavy debt of gratitude.
"Understood."
"Then, if you'll excuse me."
"Alright. Let's head back for a moment," I said to Rutina once the guard was gone.
"Yes."
I needed to show these materials to Sherry before we could really get started.
"Master, welcome back," Roxanne greeted me as we returned home.
"I'm home. Is Sherry around?"
"Yes. Is something the matter?" Sherry asked, appearing from the other room.
"An elder from Rutina’s clan gave us access to their labyrinth archives. I want to go take a look; can you come with us now?"
"Understood. Please wait a moment."
Sherry left the room, likely to gather her note paper and pens. In the meantime, I knew exactly what I should do.
"Rutina, let’s get your equipment on."
"Y-Yes."
"Umu."
I wanted to do this whenever the opportunity presented itself. In fact, it was a waste to leave her unequipped. It was a vital piece of gear; she should be wearing it anytime, anywhere, and under any circumstances. Even if it was a gift from that old woman, it was undeniably useful. Just having this gear made all her insults bearable.
I began to equip the item on Rutina. Since it was a piece of equipment that sat directly against her skin, I had to be gentle and meticulous with my own hands. I draped the necklace around her neck, let it fall beneath her collar, and then slid both my hands inside her clothes to fumble around.
This was the best. It was irresistible. I gently cupped the smooth, bountiful mounds of her chest, taking aim at their peaks. I didn't just snap the clips on immediately; I didn't neglect the warm-up. I stroked them upward with the pads of my fingers, preparing her.
"...Ngh."
Once a soft sigh escaped her, the preparations were complete. I sealed her lips with mine to catch her sweet breath, bracing her for the shock of the clips. I entwined our tongues to melt away her tension. Moving my tongue, fingers, and palms in synchronization, I finally attached the equipment. A sweet jolt of pleasure was transmitted through Rutina’s tongue into mine.
"I’m sorry to keep you waiting."
Damn. Sherry had returned just as things were getting good. No, no—I had to have patience. I could enjoy this as much as I wanted tonight. Or anytime, really. Which meant even now... No, tonight. If I started saying "now," there would be no end to it.
I had to restrain myself. I had to endure the unendurable and suffer the insufferable to ensure the long-term peace of my household.
"Well, shall we go? But first..."
I pulled Vesta close and gave her a kiss. I thought I saw a flicker of guilt on Sherry’s face for interrupting (my delusion). I also thought I felt an envious aura coming from Roxanne (my hope). I knew the trials I faced from here on would be anything but ordinary. The deep affections of my harem members confirmed it.
"I think it will be fine," Vesta said softly.
"Yes, it will," Miria added.
"Let’s make sure we’re fully prepared before we go," Sherry said.
"Yes. As expected of Master," Roxanne added with a smile.
I kissed Vesta, Miria, Sherry, and Roxanne in turn. With the wheel of fortune turned in my favor, everything felt right. After the kisses were finished, we headed to the detached building at Obaba-sama’s estate.
The archives were as empty as before. The place was clean and organized, but it clearly didn't see much use. I suppose people didn't need to look up labyrinth data that often. Or perhaps the room with the actual classified documents was elsewhere, and this was just a hollow front. Since the people who actually needed data went to the real room, no one ever came here.
That sounded like something Obaba-sama would do.
"For today, let’s just do a light sweep. If we find something that needs a deep dive, we’ll set aside more time later."
"Understood."
"Besides, I don't even know if there's anything here worth a deep dive. Think of today as just a scouting mission."
"That makes sense," Sherry agreed.
She began to tackle the documents. Roxanne, Miria, Vesta, and Rutina also looked through the files, but I wasn't expecting much from them. Actually, in Roxanne’s case, it might be bad if she found anything significant. If there was strategy data lying around, she was the type to memorize it all instantly.
In fact, I suspected she’d already memorized the entire layout of the Nesco Labyrinth we’d been frequenting. Actually, it was more of a certainty than a suspicion. She guided us upward with such terrifying efficiency. She definitely remembered every turn.
Regardless, we couldn't just keep going deeper into Nesco. We had to find another target. I hoped we’d find something here.
"Regarding the Nesco Labyrinth, she said we could do as we liked. That means we don't have to keep going there if we don't want to."
"Is that so?"
We didn't need to go. We shouldn't go. If possible, I didn't want to go. I really, really didn't want to go. With unyielding determination, I decided we wouldn't.
"If there’s a better labyrinth out there, please find it. You understand, right?" I said to Sherry.
"Um..."
"You understand, right?"
"Y-Yes."
I think I got the point across. Sherry was a sensible person. I’m sure she shared my fear of being dragged along by a certain someone who lacked common sense—the kind of person who could memorize an entire labyrinth strategy with a single glance.
Wait. There wasn't actually any strategy data here, was there? It didn't look like it. If it existed, Obaba-sama probably had it hidden in that other room. I suppose I should be thankful for that, in a way. Not that I’d tell her.
Roxanne and the others weren't exactly digging through the files; they were just staring blankly at the room or the papers in their hands. They must have realized there was no strategy data here. If there were, Roxanne would have been scouring it like a hawk. I wasn't sure about Miria and Vesta, though. Those two tended to go along with whatever Roxanne suggested. Miria would just petrify enemies before things got dangerous, and Vesta could shrug off most attacks anyway.
Essentially, the first person to get into a real pinch would be Sherry. Rutina and I were in the back, so we should be okay. Probably. Hopefully.
Rutina, meanwhile, was searching through the documents with a very serious expression. I couldn't tell if she was feeling a sense of crisis or not.
"I wonder about the labyrinth that was introduced to us?" she asked suddenly.
"Introduced?"
"When you were taken to Taricau, the relay point for Grinia, you were told about a labyrinth on one of the islands, weren't you?"
"Ah, that one."
We had gone there. They’d mentioned it was a good target. I wondered how it actually was. I wasn't sure if a labyrinth like that was something people just casually told others about.
"Is it in here?" I asked.
"Let's see..." Rutina showed some papers to Sherry.
"What’s that?"
"It’s a list of labyrinths that members of the clan are currently exploring for subjugation."
"Heh. They have a list for that?"
"It prevents multiple people within the clan from overlapping on the same target."
"I see. That makes sense. I think?" I wondered if it wouldn't be better to just let them compete. I guess the idea was that the competition was with other clans, not their own.
"It’s not just about the same labyrinth; it’s a problem if nearby labyrinths overlap," Sherry explained.
"Nearby labyrinths?"
"When a labyrinth on abandoned land is subjugated, you receive that land and a title. Naturally, that land needs to be of a certain size. If someone else is trying to subjugate a labyrinth that’s too close, you might not be able to secure enough land for a proper title."
Sherry continued her explanation as I looked on skeptically. It made sense; there was no point in being named a lord if your only territory was the hole where the labyrinth used to be. You couldn't even build a house on a plot that small. Naturally, ownership of the surrounding area was included. If you didn't check the status of nearby labyrinths, someone might beat you to the punch on a neighboring one, leaving you with nothing.
"I see, I see."
"Also, it’s said that when a labyrinth is subjugated, the difficulty of nearby labyrinths decreases."
"Is that actually true?"
"Yes. It seems that immediately after a subjugation, nearby labyrinths are significantly more likely to end their conquest with the current floor being the final one. This is assuming they’ve progressed past the 50th floor."
"Huh."
So it wasn't that they got easier, but that they were more likely to be finished. I wondered if the labyrinths felt a shock when one of their 'peers' was defeated. I didn't know if they had a sense of camaraderie. Or maybe they just couldn't survive easily without others nearby.
"Because of that, a subjugation that earns a title comes with ownership of a reasonably large area of land."
"Does that mean they're expected to subjugate the other nearby labyrinths too?"
"They likely are."
"That sounds rough. But I guess you can't help it if there's no point in just getting the labyrinth entrance."
They’d thought the system through. It was designed to make those seeking titles work like pack mules. It was basically a system for mass-producing corporate slaves. I’ve always felt that if you work, you've already lost.
"The fact that nearby labyrinths get easier also creates problems. It makes it more likely for two nearby labyrinths to be finished in quick succession. When that happens, disputes often break out over which one was actually finished first."
I see. From the perspective of the conquerors, they’d want to believe they won through their own strength. It wouldn't be easy to accept that they only succeeded because a neighbor made it easier. It would definitely lead to a fight. Of course, if you could track it in real-time, the winner would be obvious, but this world didn't have that technology. Just sending a message that a labyrinth was finished could take a week. A difference of a day or two could easily be faked.
The person who sent the news first and did the proper networking would be the one recognized as the lord. I could even see it being common practice for adventurers to lie about the date by a day or two. There was no way to prove otherwise. I wondered if the Empire Liberation Society didn't have a verification service for that. Or was it just first-come, first-served?
If you were aiming for subjugation, an adventurer was a mandatory party member. A labyrinth that granted land wouldn't be near a human settlement. Well, there were people living near the abandoned relay points, but I wasn't sure how that land was classified. Generally, though, they would be far away. An adventurer was required, and the news would be sent to the society immediately.
So it probably was first-come, first-served.
"Is it not possible to just make it first-come, first-served?" I asked.
"Subjugating a labyrinth with more floors makes the area safer and has a bigger impact. Therefore, I’ve heard that the one who conquers the labyrinth with the most floors is usually the one recognized as the lord," Rutina explained.
But couldn't they just lie about how many floors it had? Wasn't it just whoever said it first?
"Can you even tell how many floors it had?"
"That’s why you have to declare which floor you are currently exploring here. They use that to make their judgments," Sherry said, pointing to the documents.
So they kept track of that? That meant if you declared you were on the 50th floor, you couldn't suddenly claim you defeated a boss on the 55th. What if you declared the 55th while you were only on the 50th? No, that wouldn't work. If something happened and you were caught, you’d be in trouble. Rivals would try to verify it.
And you might not even succeed in the subjugation. If ten years later, someone asked you to take them to the 55th floor because they wanted to challenge it, you’d be trapped.
...The only option then would be to quietly dispose of them. Anything can happen in a labyrinth, after all. If you said you were going to the 55th floor but only went to the 50th...
Wait, asking someone to take you to the final floor probably wasn't a light request anyway. Could someone who could only handle the 50th floor really beat someone trying to reach the 55th? Maybe if they caught them off guard, but they’d have party members. Silencing everyone would be a nightmare. And if the client sent their own adventurer instead of going themselves, you'd be screwed.
Lying was definitely a bad idea. These were supposed to be honest lists. Though how they were actually used was a mystery. Most likely, a party favored by Obaba-sama could get away with anything. In this life, it’s all about money and connections. It really is a garbage game.
Regardless, the point was that if someone was already exploring a higher floor in a nearby labyrinth, you should stay away from that area.
"I see."
"I don't know the names of every location, but none of the names on this list seem to match the island we were told about. No one is exploring it, and I doubt anyone even knows about it," Rutina said.
"Is that so?"
"I believe it would be a good idea to challenge that one," Sherry suggested.
Maybe I’d pushed her a bit too hard to find a new labyrinth. Because if I did that...
"Oh? So we’re going to challenge that labyrinth? That sounds excellent," Roxanne-sensei said, already getting into the spirit of it.
We hadn't even decided yet. I hadn't given a time or place.
"I’ll do it!" Miria said.
"I think it will be fine," Vesta added.
Setting those two aside—they’d go along with anything—Rutina was also on board.
"It’s definitely for the best, especially regarding the Council of Lords."
"U-Umu. I guess it is."
I had no choice. I had to accept it. The problem was that the highest floor under exploration there was the 46th floor. We hadn't even cleared the 45th yet.
"Yes! If we're going, let's go with everything we've got!" Roxanne said, seemingly having forgotten our progress.
"No. We're going to spend some time training in the Quratar Labyrinth until we can fight easily on the 46th floor."
"I don't think a mere 46th floor would pose any problem for us," Roxanne countered.
It is a problem! We haven't even reached the 46th floor on our own yet!
"So, if we go to that labyrinth, do we need to apply somewhere and put it on a list?"
"No. We don't even know the name, and since no one knows it exists, there’s no reason to announce it. We can just keep going there in secret for a while," Sherry said.
"I agree. I think that would be for the best," Rutina added.
"We can't even write it down if we don't have a name. How do names work, anyway?"
"I think you just name it whatever you want when the time comes," Sherry replied.
"Is that really how it works?"
"Yes."
Apparently, we could just make it up, since no one lived there anymore anyway.
"But if we don't list it, isn't there a risk that someone else is already there and just hasn't listed it either?"
"That's just a risk we have to take. It's only natural."
"I guess so."
Since we were keeping it a secret, we couldn't exactly blame someone else for doing the same.
"I don't believe anyone else was there," Roxanne chimed in.
"How do you know?"
"When we were first led to that labyrinth, the grass at the entrance was growing wild. If anyone had been entering, the grass would have been broken or trampled. The fact that it was untouched means no one has been there for a very long time."
Roxanne had noticed all of that? She was incredibly sharp when it came to labyrinths. It made sense; unlike me with Warp, any adventurer moving with Field Walk would leave tracks near the entrance. The lack of tracks meant no one was going in.
"I see. Impressive as always."
"Oh, it was nothing."
Actually, it was a little terrifying.
"So we can just go in as we please?"
"Yes. Once we pass the 55th floor and go a bit further, we might want to make it known. Until then, we should keep quiet."
"Past the 55th floor? Why then?"
"Lower floors attract more attention," Sherry said simply.
That made sense. If you were going to conquer a labyrinth, it was easier to do it at a lower floor. It was less work, and there were more people capable of it. Even the society members at Taricau gave up at the 55th floor. A labyrinth at the 50th floor would draw far more attention than one at the 55th. Putting a 46th-floor labyrinth on the list would be like throwing out bait.
Even if you had to reach the 50th floor yourself, anyone looking for a target would pick the lowest one they could find. Higher floors meant fewer people could handle them, and fewer people were willing to risk picking a fight with someone strong enough to be there. Once you hit the 60th floor, the only people who would challenge you would be doing it purely out of spite. Announcing it then would actually protect you from competition.
People with money and connections were told about labyrinths that could be cleared at low floors. Everyone else had to struggle to find one, get lucky, or become strong enough to conquer a high-floor labyrinth. Life is truly unforgiving.
"It makes sense. But isn't that labyrinth also quite old? It doesn't seem likely we can clear it at a low floor."
It was newer than Taricau, but it still must have appeared a long time ago. Clearing it around the 50th floor was probably impossible. In the end, we’d likely have to go public.
"Even if it’s newer than Taricau, it must have appeared at least ten years ago," Sherry noted.
"Probably."
"I don't know how many labyrinths around Taricau have been destroyed or how much that influenced it, but since that place is an island and it’s unclear if anyone lived there, it’s possible it hasn't grown as much as its age suggests."
Ah, I see. Labyrinths fed on people—whether it was their bodies, their magic, or something else. They grew by consuming humans. They didn't just get bigger on their own like plants. They took what they needed to survive and used the surplus to grow. A labyrinth with no people around wouldn't grow very fast.
The life of a labyrinth is also harsh. No people nearby meant no food, but being near people meant getting subjugated. And if a neighbor got defeated, you got weaker too. It’s a tough world. Everyone wants to eat fish, but no one wants to get caught.
Labyrinths in desolate areas starved, and labyrinths in populated areas got hunted. Even if you worked hard to survive, a neighboring labyrinth might screw up and get you weakened. It’s not your fault, but just like a levee failing because a dam upstream burst, there’s nothing you can do.
The life of a levee is also harsh. Don't tell me labyrinths and levees aren't human. It's like a band having to go on hiatus because one member got caught with drugs. That guy puts out a comment saying he'll get clean and to please wait for him, and the fans and the agency buy into it. Then he gets hit with a five-year sentence, and everyone is left wondering what to do. You could say they should have kept a closer eye on him, but once they step off stage, band members don't even want to look at each other.
The life of a band is also harsh.
I remembered Sherry saying that labyrinth growth was a case-by-case thing when we first went to Nesco. This was why. The area around Nesco was neglected, so labyrinths grew fast. Conversely, in places like Duke Harz’s territory where they were handled properly, growth was slow. By entering those labyrinths, I’d probably put the Duke more in my debt than I realized—helping keep the virtuous cycle moving and preventing it from reversing.
Was that why he introduced me to the society? Was that why he sent Rutina to me? Honestly, the Duke should be even more grateful. He should be thanking me every day. In a place like his, you can kill labyrinths before they grow, which keeps the neighbors weak and easy to kill. It’s a perfect cycle.
In a place like the former Earl Selmer’s territory, the labyrinths grow faster than they can be killed, which makes everything worse. It’s a disaster for the neighbors. It’s no wonder people were talking about a coup.
"Is that how it is?"
"Yes."
Well, I couldn't dive too deep into that. Rutina was only here because her father failed to handle the labyrinths. It wouldn't be right to bring that up in front of her. Sherry seemed to realize that too, since she didn't offer a detailed explanation.
"So, do we have any more business in this room?"
"Not really."
Sherry spent her free time in the Imperial Capital Library or the society’s reference room anyway. It was unlikely she’d find anything truly rare here.
"Understood."
"The only unusual thing was some information about shops in the capital."
"Shops in the capital?"
"Yes. It was quite unexpected."
Strange things do end up in these archives.
"Was it the stocking shop?" Rutina asked. She seemed to know something about it.
"Yes, I believe so."
"The habit of wearing stockings isn't very common, but stockings that make your legs look slim are apparently a legendary product passed down within our clan. As women, we naturally care about such things. Most elves are slim, but there are some who worry about it. I’ve heard those stockings are a lifesaver for them."
In other words, they were for people with weight issues? She was being polite about it, but that was the gist of it. People who were "unrestricted in weight" or had "difficulty suppressing their appetite." Fortunately, we didn't need them.
"Heh. There are things like that?" Roxanne asked, suddenly very interested.
"O-Oh."
"Let’s see... it’s this one," Sherry said, handing over the document.
"Fumu, fumu." Roxanne peered at it intently.
"Well, Roxanne doesn't need to make her legs look slim," I said.
"Thank you, Master. But I’m still curious."
"I see."
I guess that was just a woman’s heart for you.
"Ah, it looks like the sales method is quite specific," Roxanne noted.
"I’ve heard about that too. The buyer has to provide the raw Mythril Thread themselves. If you bring that, they’ll custom-make them for you, but only if you're a member of the clan," Rutina added.
Rutina said she’d only "heard a bit" about it, but she seemed pretty interested herself. A woman’s desire to dress up, I suppose. It was curious, though. Someone like Rutina was actually too thin; she’d probably be better off with something that made her legs look more shapely. Maybe they had those too.
It was a possibility. Though if she got those, I might not be able to get any labyrinth work done. I’d be too busy exploring her in bed every day.
"Umu. That would also be good."
"Is it?"
"Ugh... No, well, it would be fine." I’d accidentally said that out loud. Rutina was looking at me.
"I see."
"That’s one way to look at it. If Rutina goes, they'll sell them to her, right?"
"I believe they would."
"In that case, let's try to get some."
The conversation had suddenly shifted in that direction. Well, if they had something to make them look more shapely, it was worth a shot.
"They're very expensive, though," Rutina cautioned.
"It’s worth trying to get them at least once."
"Thank you. But about the Mythril Thread..." Roxanne began.
"In the Quratar Labyrinth, it's a rare drop from the 44th-floor boss, the Silver Caterpillar," Sherry answered.
The 44th floor? That was perfect. It was a good level of difficulty. A very comfortable spot.
Roxanne had been dragging us along, unfazed by bosses even above the 45th floor. Our progress had been skyrocketing. It was moving way too fast. Was this really okay? I had my worries.
The labyrinth is a place where you stake your life. If you misjudge your level, you die. That’s why I wanted to take my time and climb slowly, making sure I was comfortable with each step. I didn't want to rush up based on some vague judgment and then suddenly fail and die. I wanted the mental and temporal leeway to assess our situation.
And yet, Roxanne... she’d just dismiss enemies as "no problem" and insist we go higher. Thanks to her, we’d come quite far.
Maybe it was time to just stay on the 44th floor and grind the boss for a while. Yes, that sounded good. I wanted to do that. If I wanted it, then that’s what we’d do.
"The 44th floor of Quratar, huh? That’s perfect. It'll be good preparation for the higher floors. Let’s stay there for a while and farm the boss for items."
"The 44th-floor boss is no threat to us at all, though," Roxanne pointed out.
"B-Basics are important! It’s vital to fight relatively easy enemies to confirm our fundamentals."
"I suppose that’s true."
Apparently, to Roxanne, the 44th-floor boss didn't even count as an enemy. I’m not saying we’d lose, but still...
I had to be careful. I couldn't let Roxanne just sweep me along. We needed to progress steadily and build our strength. Moving slowly was the way to go.
"Roxanne and the others are all so beautiful. If there’s a chance to dress you up, I can't let it pass. We should definitely get that Mythril Thread."
"T-Thank you very much, Master!"