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Got it, Fron now understood. Lefiya, that girl's vigilance toward him had already risen to quite a high level. And if he wanted her attitude to change…
Thinking so, Fron's eyes dimly shifted toward Ais, who was entangled with the girl, and a certain gleam flickered deep in his pupils.
It still had to start with Ais…
…
After that, Fron, Tione, Tiona, Ais, and Lefiya as a five-person group strolled leisurely along the bustling main street.
First, they visited the famous luxury clothing shops on North Street. Everyone bought a new outfit, and altogether they spent nearly 10 million valis.
Because the second-tier armaments he had forged before were all converted into gold coins, Fron's wallet was bulging, and naturally, he could not let the girls spend their own money.
"Wow, as expected of a blacksmith and item-maker, and even someone with 'Mystery.' It's not too late to hug your thigh now, right?"
Without the slightest shame, Tiona clung to Fron's arm, acting spoiled.
"..." Glancing at Tiona, who was rubbing against his arm like a child nonstop, Fron's face twitched slightly, and then, expressionless, he pulled her along as they left the shop.
The group wandered here and there, and before long, it was already noon.
Following the main road into the back streets, they happened to arrive near the Hostess of Fertility.
"Let's settle lunch here, it's on me."
Remembering that heroic elf, Fron's heart stirred, and with a smile he pointed to the conspicuous tavern to invite the others.
Ais glanced at the signboard, and her eyebrows faintly twitched.
Being naturally airheaded did not mean she was stupid, especially when it came to matters involving Fron, Ais was always smart about those things.
This tavern immediately reminded her of that Gale lady.
"…Mm." The girl nodded, and Tiona let out a cheerful cry, dragging her sister inside first.
"As expected! You, with that unclear relationship with Miss Ais, and now even daring to, ugh, men, hmph!"
Clinging to Ais' arm, Lefiya passed by Fron, her cute brows tightly knit as she glared at him fiercely, then sweetly nestled against the girl and walked inside.
Leaving Fron standing alone on the street, dazed in the wind…
"Welcome, nya! Long time no see, everyone from Loki Familia!"
Spotting them, Anya immediately stood up, happily greeting the group as she ushered them into the tavern.
"Holy crap, it's the Loki Familia…"
"The Sword Princess, Amazoness twins and the Thousand Elf, three Level 6s and one Level 4…"
"Hiss, "
The adventurers dining inside all looked on in awe, forgetting their meals and drinks.
After all, in this labyrinth city of Orario, within Loki Familia resided the top-class Level 6 adventurers, no matter where they went, they were always the absolute focus, drawing countless eyes.
Not to mention that the girls had beauty and figures as additional "buffs," wasn't that unfair?
The group was already long used to such an atmosphere, and even Lefiya could now handle it well.
Following Anya's lead, they sat down at a table, only then did they notice Fron was still at the entrance, seemingly talking with a few anxious-looking people.
"Hm? That red-haired youth… isn't he Fron's friend? I remember…"
"Welf Crozzo." Ais accurately spoke the name.
Though unfamiliar, even strangers like Tione and Lefiya couldn't help but show a subtle change of expression upon hearing the highly conspicuous surname "Crozzo."
Especially Lefiya, her cute brows arched upward.
"That blacksmith who can forge Crozzo Magic Swords? The Crozzo who burned down the elves homeland…"
The girl bit her lip, her face slightly angry.
"He's Fron's good friend. Back when Fron had just become an adventurer, the two of them always teamed up to explore the dungeon. Their relationship is very close."
Tione, who was more well-informed, glanced at Welf, then shifted her gaze toward the other two newcomers.
One was a human female dressed in a violet Far Eastern kimono paired with reddish-brown over-the-knee boots. The other was barely up to Fron's waist, a chibi with curly chestnut short hair, dressed in modern-styled clothing similar to what Loki wore.
"That prum… isn't she that supporter always sticking with the rabbit? Wait, "
In an instant, realization struck, and Tione and Tiona exchanged looks full of shock.
"The ones from Hestia Familia, the ones in the War Game with Apollo Familia?"
Ais nodded firmly, her little face serious.
"Judging from their anxious expressions, something must have happened. Should we go check?"
Tione shook her head.
"No need, Fron is bringing them in."
Sure enough, after exchanging a few words at the door, Fron led the adventurers of Hestia Familia inside.
"Anya, please bring over a few more chairs."
Fron smiled as he called to the catgirl, then looked toward Mama Mia behind the bar.
"Sorry to bother you again, Mama Mia!"
As a top-level Level 6 adventurer, Mia had already noticed them, especially Fron. Hearing his greeting, she let out a hearty laugh.
"It's rare for you to come by, so you better drink properly this time. Don't tell me you're stingy with your coins, brat?"
Fron spread his hands.
"How could I? Rest assured, I'll make sure you earn big!"
"That's more like it."
Leading the newcomers to Ais's group, Fron introduced them:
"These are…"
"No need for introductions, we already know. The hottest rising stars in the city lately, Hestia Familia. You beat Apollo. Not bad, huh?"
"Uh, it was mainly thanks to our captain, Miss Tione…"
Clearly, they were still nervous to be meeting top-level adventurers face-to-face.
"Alright, sit down. Tell us what happened in detail."
"Y-Yes, understood, Lord Fron!"
Even though Lili had met Fron several times, truly facing him, with that faint pressure radiating from a top-class adventurer, even if Fron wore a warm smile, it was impossible not to be nervous.
Only Welf, being Fron's familiar friend, could relax a little.
"Mind if I listen as well?"
Just as Lili was about to speak, a calm voice suddenly cut through the air.
Everyone froze, then saw an elf in staff uniform staring at them expressionlessly with sky-blue eyes.
And whether it was an illusion or not, when her gaze fell on Fron, the corners of her lips instinctively curved into a faint smile…