Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Armory Windfall
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[Episode 93]
Lee Saewol had closed her eyes, enjoying the hand gently patting her back, and before she knew it, drowsiness overtook her, pulling her into sleep.
Fran, stroking the head of Lee Saewol—who was curled up like a shrimp, purring contentedly—sent a message to Dun.
{Fran: Dun, you're sleeping on my lap, and you're so cute. You have to see this.}
{Dun: Who are you?}
{Fran: ? Oh, right. Changing the name updates the sender on messages too. It's me, your Prim.}
{Dun: Ah, got it. But Fran sounds so familiar... Who was it again?}
{Fran: What if I give your forehead a big sloppy kiss? I'm doing it right now.}
{Dun: Ugh... Even past me is just pitiful.}
Lee Saewol opened her eyes at the wet sensation on her forehead. Pretty pink eyes gazed down at her uncomfortably.
As their eyes met, Fran planted another small kiss on her forehead.
“Fuck, let me sleep. I have anger issues, you know.”
Lee Saewol grumbled and burrowed back into Fran's embrace, closing her eyes again.
{Fran: Doesn't care and goes back to sleep. By the way, what's anger issues? Overflowing with complaints?}
{Dun: ...Seems like it. I had a lot of pent-up frustration back then. Anger issues. Yeah, that exists.}
{Fran: I see. No need for a long explanation. It's fine, Dun. You're cute. It happens. So cute.}
A barrage of curses flew back.
Fran chuckled and used magic to stroke the smooth forehead of the sleeping Lee Saewol.
After tossing and turning for a while, Lee Saewol sat up, propping herself on her waist. Even after a short nap, she still seemed tired, rubbing her face with her hands.
Letting out a deep sigh, Lee Saewol turned her head to look at Fran beside her.
“Wait a sec, gotta check if I awakened. Stay right here.”
“Got it... Uh, sure! I'll stay right here!”
Something felt good. Lee Saewol hurriedly logged out.
* * *
“Saewol, nothing.”
“Nothing? Fuck, not even a speck?”
“Nope. Not a single speck. Not even F-rank.”
“Do it one more time. I'll squeeze my soul into it. No way, after all the shit I went through grinding dungeons.”
A back-and-forth unfolded in the medical room between researcher Seon Arim and Lee Saewol.
Lee Saewol reached out to the mana gauge, whining like she was wronged.
“Whoa! Didn't the graph twitch just now? I swear I saw a wiggle like a worm?”
“Not a twitch.”
“No, wait. Aagh! Can't you just classify me as an awakener? Fuck. If I run higher-rank gates with the kids, I might awaken, so sneak me in as an awakener. Please?”
Seon Arim hid her annoyance at Lee Saewol's whining.
It wouldn't hurt to classify her as an awakener, but she didn't want the responsibility that came with it.
“Did you try maxing out your pain tolerance?”
“Yeah, set it to 100 percent.”
“...Keep grinding like that a bit more. Or try job-changing. Sometimes people get a second awakening right away.”
She'd pushed through dungeons enduring her body being torn to shreds bit by bit. Even for Lee Saewol, it was grueling pain.
Sighing, Lee Saewol roughly ruffled and tugged at her hair.
Just grind a little harder.
What insane ability could make awakening this slow? She was getting a bit excited.
Returning to the awakening capsule, Lee Saewol logged back into the game.
* * *
Lee Saewol reconnected to Nina Pinta. The moment her vision cleared, she saw Fran.
“Sis!”
“Huh? You actually waited.”
“You said you'd be right back, so wait.”
“I thought you'd just bail.”
Lee Saewol had figured Fran would lose interest soon and wander off, so she was puzzled that she was still there.
What's the reason? No idea. Maybe she's got a dog-like personality like Yuheui.
Wrapping up her brief thoughts, Lee Saewol pulled out her sword, spun it around to wake her senses, and started walking.
“Where you going?”
“Dungeon.”
“Want items for hunting?”
Lee Saewol, striding forward purposefully, stopped dead.
“Yeah.”
“Then follow me? I'll show you my weapon vault.”
“You have your own weapon vault?”
“Is there any NPC these days without one?”
“What? That's kinda cool. Since you're giving stuff away, load me up.”
“Great!”
Taking a short break, Lee Saewol followed behind Fran, who was marching ahead confidently.
The presumed weapon vault was quite a distance away, so they walked for a while.
Bored, Lee Saewol swung her sword idly, slicing leaves.
“How much farther?”
“Honestly, I could use magic, but every time I use mana, my stomach churns.”
“Huh. Yeah! Fuck, that sounds right! What is it? Some mana-related symptom? Hold on, then why did that yellow-faced bastard earlier make me wanna puke? Was it just 'cause he looked so fucking ugly?”
“...She's pretty in her own way.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Shall we walk to the weapon vault then?”
“Nah, just try it once. I'll hold a plastic bag.”
If it was just a quick churn, no point dragging it out walking.
Fran hesitated a moment, then nodded and began drawing a teleportation magic circle toward the weapon vault.
Lee Saewol paused, then stepped onto the magic circle.
Her vision twisted, and she felt herself being sucked somewhere. Her stomach started churning badly again.
The moment they arrived at the weapon vault, Lee Saewol hurled into the plastic bag.
After vomiting for a while, she tied the bag and wiped her mouth.
She looked around and tossed the bag full of puke into what looked like a trash bin.
“Definitely mana-related nausea. Blech.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah. But holy shit, the weapons here are insane. I'm ready. Now hit me with those quests.”
At first, she'd been too busy clearing dungeons to think much, but an NPC following her around doing odd jobs felt increasingly suspicious.
There had to be some good quest. Like a job change quest.
“Quests?”
“Yeah. Whatever you want me to do, spit it out. I'll knock it out quick.”
“Nothing really... Just take any weapons you want!”
“Huh? Why?”
Now it felt like a trap, and she tensed up.
“'Cause I wanna be friends!”
“Even so, giving away items like this out of nowhere?”
“Truth is, I'm a mage, so I don't really need these weapons. I just collected them as a hobby!”
Frowning suspiciously, Lee Saewol toured the weapon vault anyway.
“Why do you wanna be friends with me again?”
Because she looks like my benefactor.
Fran swallowed the words and racked her brain for another reasonable excuse.
“'Cause you're badass in a fight, sis! My heart races every time I see a skilled swordswoman. I want you to tear my collectibles apart with monsters!”
Talking about Dun seemed to pain Lee Saewol, so avoiding Dun-related topics was best.
Truth be told, she wanted to talk about Dun, but not if it hurt Lee Saewol.
“If that's it, fine. Works for me.”
{Dun: Give me a sitrep. What are we doing right now?}
A message from Dun arrived just as Lee Saewol spoke. Something felt off.
{Fran: Touring my weapon vault to give you better gear while you grind dungeons. Your wary look is adorable!}
{Dun: Weapon vault?}
{Fran: Why? Ring any bells?}
{Dun: Yeah. Shitty one. Wait!!! Is this Fran that Fran??}
{Fran: Yup, yup. What was Fran like in your memories?}
{Dun: No way, Fran was Prim???}
{Dun: Suddenly feel attached to Fran evaporating... Cute image turning gross...}
{Fran: Was I that cute?}
Fran's lips twitched at Dun's reaction. Cute image, huh. Heh. Acting all nonchalant while thinking I'm cute.
“Anyway, I can take whatever I want? No limit?”
“Yup! ...Yeah. Right. Take whatever you like.”
“Then gimme all of 'em.”
Lee Saewol gathered up every weapon and looked at Fran with sparkling eyes.
'Cute, so cute.'
“Y-Yeah... Sure...”
Fran, melted by the sight of Lee Saewol excitedly collecting weapons, grinned wide and handed over every weapon in the vault.
{Dun: Hey, hold up! The stuff I took back then—wasn't that our emergency military gear?}
{Fran: Hehe, cute.}
{Dun: You definitely gave it all away back then, hey! Don't give in! Don't let Lee Saewol fleece you!}
{Dun: Hey, no!!!! That's our military equipment, snap out of it!}
Oh, right. Forgot.
This was emergency military gear, so handing it all out would leave the army short when it grows.
It was originally personal stuff, so she'd forgotten. Should tell her to pick just twenty.
“Lee Saewol sis, wait a...”
“Hehe, all mine. Happiness overload.”
Nah. Just give it.
The Lee Saewol who'd looked utterly exhausted moments ago now looked thrilled.
“Is this all the weapons you have?”
{Dun: Hey! I just remembered, no secret weapon vault! She's seeing you as a gullible kid-dog NPC and fleecing you steady! Don't trust that bitch!!!!}
Fran, just as excited as Lee Saewol, wanted to give her every last weaponless weapon.
She wanted to see that happy smile more, so Fran grabbed Lee Saewol's hand tightly.
So what if she thinks I'm a sucker? She looks so worn out—hope she's a little happy.
“There's a secret vault too. Wanna check it out?”
“Yeah!”
{Dun: No to the secret weapon vault! Don't give it all away! Don't cave! No!!!}
{Fran: It's fine. I'll just collect more diligently!}
Fran had already caved.