Chapter 737
My Family Has Two Daughters Growing Up
Chapter 737 My Family Has Two Daughters Growing Up!
“But, Miss Philweis, haven’t you always said that we’re not on the same team?”
"Ok?"
Rafia's question took Phil Weiss by surprise.
"I used to think you were just a difficult person to get along with, but now I realize that this was just your way of trying to prevent us from suffering misfortune. You are such a kind person!"
The White Witch fell silent, unsure how to respond to the elven girl's words.
After a while, she said, "I am not worthy of the word 'kind'."
She was telling the truth.
"No, you are absolutely worthy."
Lefia suddenly stepped forward and said this to the female elf with great certainty.
"Hey, how did you get so close without permission?!"
Unexpectedly, Raphia approached her directly, and Phil Weiss exclaimed in surprise, instinctively backing away.
It seemed she didn't want to have close contact with the elven girl.
"Miss Philweis, let's embark on an adventure together from now on."
However, the elven girl ignored her words and stared straight at her as she made her suggestion.
"Ok?"
The White Witch stared at her with wide eyes.
"I want to break the curse on you and prove that you are definitely not some kind of banshee."
Lefia continued earnestly to the white witch in front of her.
"Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid of dying? If we encounter danger, I'll just abandon you."
Phil Weiss became threatening.
“No, you wouldn’t do that. To avoid the possible curse of misfortune affecting us, you would treat Miss Philweis with a cold and distant attitude from the very beginning. I believe you are not the kind of person who would abandon your companions.”
"No, we only met yesterday, and today is the first time we've really started talking. You weird, overly familiar guy, what do you know about me?"
For an elf like Lefia, her outgoing attitude was far too enthusiastic, bordering on social terrorism. This made it difficult for Philvis, whose personality was more like that of a normal elf, to cope with the elven girl's social style.
“Indeed, I only heard about you yesterday and met you for the first time today, but Miss Phil Weiss, your behavior today is enough to let me know what kind of person you are.”
"Ha, that's just wishful thinking on your part. How could you possibly know what kind of person I am?"
Philweis, whose safe social distance had been breached by the elven girl, could no longer maintain her previous cold demeanor. Like a snorting Hakimi, she shouted loudly at the overly enthusiastic elven girl in front of her.
"I am a despicable scoundrel who killed my comrades with my own hands, escaped alone, and survived until now. I am a vile being!"
"You're not filthy at all! No matter what others say, Miss Philweis, you're a beautiful and gentle person, much better than me. You're practically my ideal type!"
However, Lefia only thought that the White Witch's self-deprecating words were just the bad rumors about the Banshee from the outside world, which had caused too much mental pressure on this fellow elf. She did not believe that what the other party said was true, and reached out to hold Philwis's hand.
Phil Weiss, whose hand was being held: "..."
His angry expression froze on his face. Looking at his hand, which was being held tightly by the elven girl, his originally fair face inexplicably turned red.
"Why can you still say such things after I've already said all that?"
Philweis couldn't understand why the elven girl didn't seem to mind at all when she had accidentally spoken the truth.
"Ah, I was just speaking my mind..."
Lefia realized that her earlier comment about her ideal type was somewhat ambiguous, and she blushed and felt embarrassed as well.
[To be honest...does she really not find me dirty?]
If Lefia had a strategy system, she would probably be able to see right now that the White Witch in front of her has a significantly increased strategy progress.
"Lefia, our accommodations are ready. Quickly bring Miss Philweis over so she can check in as well."
Just as the atmosphere between the two elves was developing in a positive direction, a Saiyan boy poked his head out of the inn and shouted directly at them.
“Okay, Mr. Broly, we’ll be right there.”
Lefia replied to Broly, then pulled the White Witch toward the inn.
“Miss Philweis, Mr. Broly in our team has genuine luck, so even if the curse of bad luck on you is real, there will absolutely be no problem teaming up with us…”
Lefia spoke confidently as she thought of something, and under her hand, Philweis had no way to resist and obediently followed the girl back to the inn.
"I'm sorry, Miss White Witch. I didn't expect such things to happen to you. I misunderstood you this morning."
Back at the hotel, Tiona came over apologetically, but her rude indifference was completely different from her indifference when there was a valid reason for it.
After learning about the story of the White Witch, the Amazonian flat-chested girl now feels only deep sympathy for her.
The nightmare incident in the 27th floor maze six years ago resulted in the death of all the other party's companions, and subsequent team-ups have also ended in tragic failures with multiple wipeouts.
What happened to Phil Weiss was already a heartbreaking tragedy, yet she was still given the terrible title of "the banshee of death" by the outside world.
Tiona felt that the White Witch's fate was simply too tragic. If she were in the White Witch's shoes, she probably wouldn't be able to set foot in the dungeon like the White Witch.
“Miss Philweis, I am very strong and will not die easily.”
Ais came over and comforted the White Witch with her own words.
"What banshees that procure death, what adventurers who are cursed or not? Hmph, that's just the nonsense of weaklings. Those guys died for only one reason: they weren't strong enough. Don't mistake me for that kind of weakling."
Bert's words were somewhat harsh, but that was the wolf's unique way of comforting people.
"Don't worry, I'm probably the strongest one in the team right now, and I can guarantee everyone's safety."
Seeing that everyone else had expressed their opinions, Broly also seriously expressed his own.
Although Philweis was someone he had only met today, Rafia seemed to care about her.
The tendency to value those whom one values, often referred to as "love me, love my dog," is a trait that Broly possessed.
When Phil Weiss saw this group of people coming up to her one by one and saying these words, she felt a mix of emotions.
For the kind-hearted White Witch, harming those who are good to her is a very difficult decision.
And this inner turmoil she was experiencing was clearly felt by the evil personality Ye En, who was kept at a distance.
"The other me is really easily bound by some boring and fake emotions, what a coward!"
Ye En cursed in annoyance, but he also knew that if his other personality had this mindset, then he would have no chance of fulfilling Lord Dionysus's request this time.
"Forget it, let's just consider this an operation to clear our names. I just wonder which unlucky guy in the 24th floor of the maze is going to be used as a sacrifice to clear our names."
"Ah sneeze~"
The white-haired ghost suddenly sneezed, but he didn't pay much attention to it, assuming it was caused by pollen from the man-eating flower.
"Hahaha, we should have massed troops like this a long time ago. With so many man-eating plants, who in Orario can beat me?"
Watching the Flower King he was controlling continuously create man-eating flower scenes using the vast resources of the 24th floor monster food storehouse, the white-haired demon's confidence soared.
"If this continues, I will be able to unleash a darkness that is countless times more terrifying than the great struggle seven years ago. Even if a fierce warrior who could defeat Gluttony Chardo is right in front of me, I can crush him into dust with my flower sea tactics!"
Hahaha, you filthy fairy, just watch and wait, I will clear away all obstacles for you to reach the surface world.
Then you will be able to freely gaze at the blue sky and bask in the sunshine!
When Revis saw the white-haired ghost, who was also an oddball and was in a state of self-satisfaction and madness, her eyes twitched twice.
Unlike Olivas, who was bursting with confidence, she had a premonition that things were going too smoothly and that something bad might happen later.
"Rivice, where are you going?"
Upon noticing his companion walking in the other direction, the white-haired ghost turned around and instinctively asked.
"I'll go arrange a backup plan. In case you make too much noise and attract too many powerful enemies, having a way out will prevent us from being wiped out in one fell swoop."
"Ha, you're already thinking about defeat before you've even encountered any obstacles?"
Rives, should I say you're cautious, or should I laugh at your cowardice?
Yeah, I guess I'm just a coward, hahaha..."
Revis simply waved her hand without turning her head in response to Olivas's unrestrained mockery.
As the most senior eccentric in the dungeon, she naturally has her own set of rules for doing things.
Rives didn't care at all what other people thought.
. . . .
The next day, as the crystal above the 18th floor of the maze shone with light like sunlight, the rested investigation team continued their journey. Led by the all-powerful Asphie, they quickly arrived at the 24th floor of the maze, the Flowerpot, and found a forest path leading to the food storehouse in the dense forest. However, the number of monsters accumulated in the forest path below was even greater, densely packed with monsters.
"Before we head to the food storehouse, the first thing we need to deal with is those monsters down there. I have enough masking potions, but as for invisibility cloaks, I only have..."
Before the all-powerful Asphie could finish speaking, Ais jumped down, carrying the substitute sword temporarily lent to her by the Gubney Familia.
Following closely behind was Broly, but he went down completely bare-chested without any weapons.
"Oh, what's that about?"
Asphie became a little nervous. If this directly triggered a monster riot, it would be no joke. If it turned into a riot that affected multiple floors, the problem would be even more serious.
"Don't worry, Miss Asphie. The monsters down there are far inferior in both level and number to those in the Death Arena of the 37th floor of the labyrinth. There will definitely be no problem."
"Refia said quickly."
"Hmph, those few monsters won't take long for those two to clean them up."
Bert said something unpleasantly, then stood on the edge of the cliff without jumping.
He knew that even if he joined the battle, it would be difficult to snatch the opportunity to eliminate the monsters from the hands of the two monster-spawning machines.
And that was indeed the case. Broly and Ais, who jumped into the monster horde, were like two meat grinders, frantically slaughtering the monsters around them.
In less than half an hour, all the monsters on the entire forest path had vanished, leaving only traces of their existence—magic stones, black ash, and some dropped items.
"What terrifying swordsmanship! Has the Sword Maiden reached Lv.6?"
After watching Ais finish the battle, Asphie followed behind and asked the elf girl beside her a question.
"It didn't upgrade; its stats just increased."
Rafia offered an explanation.
"That's quite a significant growth rate."
Asphie said sincerely.
"Compared to Ais's growth rate, that guy's growth rate is what truly makes him a monster."
Werewolf Bert looked at Broly. Compared to the Saiyan boy he had met before, the strength the boy had displayed today was simply excessive.
Both Ais and Broly were killing monsters, but Ais used a sword, while Broly tore them apart with his bare hands without any equipment. Even though the monsters here were not as powerful as those on the 37th floor, it was still far too easy for him to tear them apart.
More importantly, the wolf had not yet seen the strange energy called "Qi" that had been gathered on the opponent's fingertips when the opponent was grinding monsters in the Death Arena. It was said to increase attack power and defense.
The fact that the Saiyan boy became stronger is simply obvious to the naked eye.
What a damn talent monster.
What's even more outrageous is that the other person's strange talent can actually be copied and pasted onto others.
However, this applies only to women.
Why am I not a woman...?
The werewolf even entertained the thought, but he quickly felt ashamed and indignant about it.
However, this is only human nature.
Anyone who sees a companion who was once similar to them suddenly make a huge leap in strength will feel a little unbalanced and will want to take the shortcut that the other person took.
However, this shortcut is not something everyone can take.
First of all, there is a prerequisite regarding gender; the candidate must be female.
Secondly, it also depends on the individual.
"Lefia, you've actually grown a lot too, haven't you?"
Tiona looked at the Fiora in front of her, then turned to look at the elf girl following behind, and asked the question.
"Ah, yes, there has been some growth."
Lefia replied to the Amazon girl's words with a little embarrassment.
As one of the monster-farming girls in the previous gold-farming group, although Lefia has a magic limit and her monster-farming speed is not as fast as Sword Girl, she is Lv.3. She will receive a certain experience bonus when farming monsters in the Death Arena. Her growth stats are no less than Sword Girl's. Now, her Lv.3 stat panel is almost at full 1 second.
"This is really nice..."
Compared to the werewolf's somewhat ashamed and indignant restraint, the flat-chested Amazon girl made no attempt to hide her envy of her companion's temporary wing ability, Broly.
Of course, there is no jealousy or hatred. If her companions are doing well, this somewhat simple-minded Amazonian girl will only be happy for them and will not harbor any resentment.
(End of this chapter)