Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: The Warrior Welcomes a Friend
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The next day, just as Balak had predicted, Pepira and Kairel retired from training.
Thud!
“Kyeeee…”
“Ughhh…”
“Kairel sis, Pepira, are you okay?”
“Tch, you’re all such drama queens.”
“…I’m really glad I’m just a doll.”
“Ophelia, for any being that’s not a special case like you, it’s hard to get strong just by snapping your fingers.”
Unless it was heaven-sent talent, you had to put in noooormous effort.
Even if you had talent, if you didn’t hone it, it would fade away.
So, to truly awaken that talent, this kind of hardcore training was necessary.
“Father, vague talent feels so cruel sometimes.”
“I think so too. But seeing Dampir and this little kitten handle my hardcore training, their potential to fully bloom is overflowing.”
“In other words, those pained groans are the sounds of being full.”
Exactly! Imagine someone without talent, or without a guide like me, seeing these two!
Watching them get stronger day by day would make inferiority explode.
Plus, even though they’re whining now.
You had to instill good training habits from the start, so they could keep it up on their own later. No choice.
After that, he left the little kitten and Dampir—who had become one with the floor—to his daughter-in-law, and took the call from Ferguson.
[ Brother Balak, that female human similar to the Demon King you mentioned before has arrived. ]
“Huh? Already?”
How long had it been since the Demon King said she’d come back last time?
She came really fast.
Anyway, since we decided to be friends last time, it’s only right to greet her warmly!
Soon, his second brother sent the short-cut Demon King to him.
The Demon King who came to see him had some kind of bag in her hand….
“Balak, who are those women over there?”
“Huh?”
Suddenly, her eyes went dead staring at Dampir and Ophelia.
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Before Demon King Aretia entered the dungeon this time.
She was deep in thought in her own territory.
“H-How should I meet him again?!”
Yes! She had no idea how to follow up on her promise with Balak!
What if she sent one of her demon subordinates?
He wasn’t her subordinate, so sending a notice like that would cause big problems.
Plus, all her subordinates were women, so immediately ruled out.
A letter then?!
How do you send a letter to the Abyss Pit?!
And when she tried writing one, it was insanely embarrassing!
Like this, Aretia—who had no experience with first loves or any male friends—couldn’t escape this huge dilemma.
So, she asked her most trusted guards….
“Just have the Demon King wear super sexy clothes and confess!”
“Yeah!! Men are simple!”
“Uh…?”
“The moment the Demon King yanks off that guy’s helmet, plant a kiss! Straight to bed!”
“Pin the guy’s lower half with your butt on the bed and declare, ‘You’re mine!’—”
Her demon women subordinates were way too bold, suggesting methods the delicate Aretia couldn’t use.
Their advice was utterly useless, so in the end, she decided to go with the method from the book [How to Capture a Man’s Heart].
“Guhhh! The Demon King cooking herself!! I-I can die without regrets now….”
“Ah, Nanny!! Be quiet!”
Receiving warm yet somehow suspicious looks from her surrounding demons, Aretia packed everything and set off.
Since she was also the manager of the Abyss Pit.
And a powerful mage in her own right, this time she teleported directly there without passing through the middle realm.
But she paused for a moment at the dimensional rift.
‘S-Should I really go straight to Balak?’
The book said to act like a close friend and visit casually.
But Balak might be fighting challengers right now.
Or training, so barging in would be a nuisance, she thought, quickly turning her head.
Recalling the dungeon’s structure and Balak’s sworn brothers, Aretia headed to Ferguson at the rest area.
Creeeak….
“Welcome… huh?”
Ferguson had heard from Balak before about the Demon King’s name and description when she’d visited, so he paused.
Confirming her power with a magic tool, he smiled and welcomed her.
“Ahem! Please come in, Lady Aretia. Do you need anything?”
“Huh…? You know me?”
“If Lady Aretia graces us with a visit, Brother Balak ordered us to treat you with utmost respect.”
“……!!”
Special treatment just for her!
What a delightful ring to those words!
Aretia tried to force her lips down.
But she couldn’t hide her joy.
Soon, seeing Aretia’s face twist weirdly, Ferguson brought water and asked why she’d come.
Gulp gulp!
“Whew… I came to finish the conversation with your brother from last time.”
“Perfect timing. Wait just a moment, and Brother Balak’s training schedule will end. You can rest here.”
Hearing Ferguson, Aretia immediately thought she was right not to go straight there.
Hiding herself completely with magic, Aretia waited for Balak’s training to end while calming her heart.
‘Right, Balak and I only met for one day. Don’t overdo it.’
How long had she closed her eyes and waited?
Ferguson called with a big grin, and using short-cut, she went to Balak.
Passing the shaking blue field to the splendid wooden training ground, there was the man she wanted to meet.
Just as flowers of the heart were about to bloom in her field.
“Guhhh!! Ophelia!! I’m dying!!”
“Are you really a demon, Lord Balak?!”
“Come on… Kairel sis, Pepira, you’re okay now.”
Seeing Kairel—who looked subtly sexy in modern short-sleeve shorts, drenched in sweat—and Ophelia radiating motherly kindness, Aretia’s field froze cold.
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Unaware of the woman’s feelings in front of him, Balak welcomed Aretia.
“Hahaha! Demon King, long time no see.”
“Y-Yeah… hi.”
But why was the Demon King creaking like a doll?
No idea why.
First, some ice-breaking….
“Balak, who are those women over there?”
“Huh?”
Following the Demon King’s unfocused gaze, he saw Dampir’s group whining on the floor.
It hit him—he’d never introduced his family to the Demon King.
So, to introduce them, he approached, and the Demon King saw Dampir, her face turning bright red as she yelled.
“H-How can she wear such vulgar clothes?!”
Oh, right! This was the medieval era.
The Demon King held a high position, extremely conservative.
As a young woman of this era, modern short-sleeve shorts from his past life might look really lewd.
He approached the freaking-out Demon King to explain.
“B-Balak! That woman’s clothes—!”
“Demon King, that’s our dungeon family’s training wear.”
“Cough!!”
The Demon King was about to say something just now?
Anyway, the Demon King suddenly blurted out.
“No!! I didn’t mean the training wear in this dungeon is indecent—!”
“It’s fine, Demon King. It’s unisex training wear, so women might see it that way.”
“Uh… um… uh….”
Even Dampir was super embarrassed when she first wore it.
So, I get it, Demon King!
After calming her down, he introduced his family.
“This is Ophelia, my daughter-in-law.”
“Pleased to meet you, Lady Aretia. Just as my husband said.”
“D-Daughter-in-law, and what?! Husband?!”
“Have you perhaps seen a pink doll outside the dungeon?”
“No way… you mean Anima?!”
“Yes. And you’ve already met my son.”
“???”
The Demon King didn’t seem to get what Ophelia meant, so he explained further.
“Ophelia married my son Anima. And calling her son the daughter-in-law… wasn’t there a doll you met before entering the dungeon rest area?”
“Come to think of it… huh?”
“He’s a fully grown son.”
Leaving Ophelia proudly boasting her son, he introduced the little kitten next.
“Why is a Nyaotribe here….”
“She’s visiting our dungeon. But little kitten, why are you so scared?”
“L-Lord Balak… you just called this human the Demon King, so…?”
“What you’re thinking is right. And Demon King, any reason to hide your horns here?”
“You’re right.”
Following Balak’s advice, Aretia released her magic, and Pepira fainted seeing her golden horns.
Just as Balak was about to introduce Kairel.
“Dampir, why are you squirming like that?”
“Th-That’s….”
Kairel had turned red-faced and fidgety the moment she saw Aretia.
Aretia wondered why the woman in front of her was acting like that, but Balak sighed deeply at Kairel’s state and said it was okay to change clothes.
Tatatatata!!
“Th-Thank youuu! Boss!!!”
Watching Kairel flee, a question mark popped over Aretia’s head, and Balak told the truth.
“Dampir likes women.”
“Huh?”
“In other words… she’s a lesbian.”
Thus, Aretia was so moved by the 1st floor PC room or something that her head spun for a moment.
Realizing she’d worried needlessly, her face turned bright red.