Chapter 844: The 5.5th Floor
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 844: The 5.5th Floor
Staying in the mansion any longer like this would only make me a laughingstock.
Besides, if I stayed caught by Leia, who was completely losing her mind over my dressed-up appearance, there was a chance I wouldn’t be able to leave the mansion at all.
Even if that weren’t the case, the front of my skirt was starting to get precarious.
Driven by the conviction that, no matter what, my underwear was absolutely off-limits, I desperately circulated mana to suppress my erection. But the angelic touch brushing against me everywhere was so ecstatic that my concentration was on the verge of snapping.
Anyway, for those reasons, I gave a quick goodbye and hastily left the mansion, heading for Threon’s estate.
I’d left so abruptly that I hadn’t even properly heard what I was supposed to do once I got there.
Even though his family’s demise had significantly weakened his power compared to before, he was still a high-ranking noble who couldn’t be ignored, if only for his title as a Hero.
They wouldn’t just let anyone into the mansion of a guy like that.
What should I do? In this getup, they’d never believe I was the Saint. Would they let me through if I just said I was Diana’s maid?
“Are you Lady Telluna’s maid? We were waiting for you.”
I arrived at Threon’s mansion with those worries, but as expected, there was no need for them at all.
The Telluna family crest embroidered on the maid outfit had far more influence than I’d imagined.
“Lady Telluna’s maid… that’s correct, isn’t it?”
Anyway, having easily entered the mansion, I soon came face to face with Threon, but for some reason, he observed me with a suspicious expression.
“Got a problem, you punk?”
Him scanning my entire body with those lifeless eyes was quite unpleasant, so I reflexively retorted in an aggressive tone.
“Ah, no. It’s just… to call you merely a maid, your elegance is too…”
Even if she was Diana’s maid, a normal maid speaking to a high-ranking noble in such a tone would usually provoke anger. Yet, Threon was so focused on observing me that he didn’t even seem to notice my tone.
Yeah. This is genuinely starting to get on my nerves.
If there was one fortunate thing, it was that there was no sexual emotion in his gaze.
Though I did feel something like awe, the kind directed at a beautiful woman.
Even a piece of trash like this knows the line he shouldn’t cross, I guess.
Well, if he had that appearance and that kind of taste, there’d truly be no hope for him.
“Elegance, my ass. And aren’t you going to lower your eyes? Where are you looking with those dirty eyes? You truly live up to the name Threon.”
“Wh-what… Huh? That tone…”
Only after I said that did he finally seem to notice something was off.
Seriously, if this guy’s face isn’t good, he should at least be quick-witted.
It’s not for nothing that women avoid you, you punk.
“Hmph.”
I shook my head and then just threw off my clothes.
If I took off the bracelet while still wearing the clothes, they’d tear.
Since I’d have to wear them again after coming back, I couldn’t tear them.
“Wh-why are you taking them off?!”
But when I threw off my clothes, Threon covered his eyes with both hands and completely turned his body away, startled.
Yeah. Him trying to be polite unnecessarily is even more annoying.
“Oh? There’s no need to keep wearing them, is there?”
“Wh-what in the… H-how can there be such a lewd woman among Lady Telluna’s maids!”
“Lewd woman, my ass! Didn’t you figure it out!? It’s me, you punk!”
Having thrown off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear, I stood proudly with my hands on my hips.
“Huh? Aaaargh! FUCK!”
Threon, who had peeked over by just turning his head slightly, seemed to drop his gaze downwards, then immediately turned his head away again as if he’d seen something he shouldn’t have.
“FUCK… no way… How can something that size stick out of his underwear with that body… FUCK… the world is unfair… FUCK… FUCK…”
Then he just crouched down, clutching his head with both hands and scratching it furiously, as if he wanted to erase the sight he’d just seen from his mind.
Just so you know, I wasn’t specifically erect or anything.
It’s just that it’s big enough to stick out from under my underwear even when not erect.
Well, it’s true I showed it to him on purpose so he wouldn’t look at me with those unpleasant eyes again.
But seeing him react so severely, I felt a little sorry.
It’s not like I don’t know his circumstances, after all.
“Hey. You alright?”
“Aaaargh! Don’t come closer!”
Hmm. That’s a much more severe reaction than Diana’s when she looks at Leia’s chest.
Well, Diana is overflowing with confidence in her own appearance, but this guy probably isn’t.
So, while it was natural for him to react so severely, his excessive reaction made my apologies disappear, and honestly, it was annoying.
“Isn’t that too much?” Why are you acting surprised? I’m that kind of guy.
“Have you calmed down?”
“……”
He finally calmed down long after I had taken off the bracelet and put on my armor.
His eyes were still hollow, as if he hadn’t fully recovered from the shock, but at least he’d stopped muttering to himself, so that was a big improvement.
“Alright, let’s get going. We’re already pressed for time, and we wasted it for nothing.”
“Th-that…”
Although I tried to leave the mansion after saying that, Threon still seemed to have something to say.
“Huh?”
“Are you going in that appearance…?”
Then what? What appearance should I go in? This punk, surely he doesn’t want to see that appearance again…
Although I thought that for a very brief moment, Threon had an expression as if he regretted saying anything, so I quickly cleared up that misunderstanding.
It seems this guy has developed a considerable trauma from my younger appearance.
If I told him it had shrunk to match my body size, wouldn’t he genuinely cry?
Well, I’m not a devil, so I won’t tell him.
Anyway, I guess that’s how it is.
To be honest, I also wondered a bit if I could just go in this appearance.
I don’t think the Arachne Clan would be monitoring this far, but if we go to the Guild, that’s a different story.
Since it’s a large-scale clan with an enormous number of members, if we go to the Guild, there’s bound to be at least one Arachne Clan member there.
Even if, by some chance, there wasn’t an Arachne Clan member, if a celebrity like me showed up, rumors would spread quickly.
Damn it. I guess I’ll have no choice but to go transformed until we reach the Guild.
“Do you happen to have any clothes in a child’s size?”
“There’s no way I’d have something like that… Wait. I’ll send someone to get some right now.”
Well, since I just need to transform, there’s no need to specifically wear the maid outfit. Going to the Guild with the Telluna family crest would actually draw more attention.
So, I swapped out the magic stone in my bracelet, transformed back into my younger appearance, and headed to the Guild wearing the comfortable clothes Threon had gotten for me.
“Hello, Mr. Leon. Thank you for readily accepting the Guild’s request.”
“Not at all.”
“Oh my, you’ve brought a cute little girl with you today.”
Elder Sister Rachel, who greeted us, played along perfectly, stroking my head even though she knew the whole situation.
Even after seeing me despair like that just a moment ago, it seems she still finds me cute in this appearance.
Elder Sister. It’s all good, but if you touch me like that too much, my wig will come off.
For your information, the reason I’m wearing a wig is nothing else.
It’s simply because there’s nothing rarer in this world than a party of just two men, so I’m just doing this to avoid drawing unnecessary attention.
“Threon is a celebrity anyway, so isn’t it a meaningless act?” you ask?
It’s fine. This guy’s appearance makes him incredibly unnoticeable.
If you don’t look carefully enough, he just looks like a beginner adventurer who only wanders the 1st Floor earning pocket change.
“Yes. Since it’s a deep-layer request, I thought I’d need at least one helper.”
While giving an awkward smile to Elder Sister Rachel, who was stroking my head and smiling, Threon also played along with the story.
“Then here is the Master Card. Your companion can also use this.”
Since Threon isn’t an adventurer, he doesn’t have an adventurer card, so naturally, he can’t use teleportation normally.
So when he receives a Guild request and goes to the Dungeon, it seems he uses a Master Card received from a Guild employee in this way.
I could have taken Threon with my adventurer card, but security is important for this job.
To avoid revealing my presence even to the Guild employees managing the teleportation magic circle, we’re deliberately going through this procedure.
“Then, Mr. Leon, I’ll leave it to you. You must return safely, okay?”
“Don’t worry.”
“Yeah. I’ll trust you.”
After exchanging a quick whispered greeting with Elder Sister Rachel, we used the Master Card to head to the 4th Floor.
Alright, then, shall we head straight to the Turtle Cave?
Although I just went there recently, it only takes a day to get from here to the Turtle Cave.
The problem is how quickly we can clear the 5.5th Floor.
The excuse of me being unconscious isn’t one I can use for too long, so I need to go and come back as quickly as possible.
“Let’s go.”
“You’re going in that appearance? Aren’t you going to take it off now?”
Although I thought that and tried to quicken my pace, it seemed Threon really hated traveling with me in this appearance.
Threon said that while looking at my bracelet, but of course, I had no intention of taking off the bracelet yet.
Do you think I like wearing a wig or something?
“If we’re going to do it, we should do it thoroughly. Once we reach our destination, I’ll do it even if you tell me not to, so don’t worry…”
“You ruffian over there! Get away from that helpless young lady at once!”
The moment I was about to answer Threon, such a shout suddenly came from behind us.
What should I say? So things like that really do happen.
No, it’s a cliché if it’s a fantasy world cliché, but this world is very different from a typical fantasy world.
Male adventurers who can come down this far are basically only those who aren’t troubled by women.
Moreover, since male adventurers are few in number, they generally have a strong sense of camaraderie.
So I thought I’d never see a man forcibly harassing a woman, but judging by the voice from behind, it seems such a rare event is happening nearby.
Well, it has nothing to do with us, though.
“Ugh. I can’t forcibly take that off. How long will it take?”
“Just bear with it a little. At most, a day…”
“Hey there! Can’t you hear me! Don’t defile that beautiful young lady with your filthy gaze!”
Damn, so noisy.
The moment I thought that, a shadow suddenly intruded between Threon and me.
…Huh? Wait a minute. So, the noisy voice I’d been hearing just now was directed at…
“Are you alright, beautiful young lady? Have you been subjected to anything terrible?”
Looking at the face of the guy who asked such a question, sending me a sparkling smile, I felt a sense of déjà vu.
It’s strange to say this after calling it a rare sight, but come to think of it, something like this happened before.
Well, that time wasn’t inside the Dungeon, and I was the one doing the harassing.
“Are you still doing things like that, you genuine Lolita complex bastard?”
Yes. The guy who intruded between us was Duke.
The one who, seeing me harass Silvia on the street one day, stepped forward overflowing with a sense of justice, and then unnecessarily loitered around where the Emperor Penguin was, disturbing us—that very same justice-filled, genuine Lolita complex.
“Huh? Ah, no. Wh-what is that… Are we acquainted, by any chance? No way. There’s no way I wouldn’t remember such a beautiful young lady…”
While wearing a flustered expression at my sudden outburst, he desperately racked his brain, seeming to try and recall if he’d ever met me before.
No. I did joke about that before, but is it true?
It wasn’t a joke, he really had that kind of taste?
“I’m a man.”
“Ah, ah! I see! I apologize! Beautiful young master! So, where might we have met?”
…Hey. I said I’m a man, didn’t I? Why doesn’t your gaze towards me change, you genuine Loli… No, wait. Since his gaze doesn’t change even when I say I’m a man, what should I call this?
I thought this guy, even if his tastes were a bit strange, was a good young man overflowing with justice, but isn’t he actually far more dangerous than I thought?