Dungeon ni Deai o Motomeru no wa Machigatte Iru Darou ka - Volume 8 CHAPTER 5 THE CITY GIRL’S SECRET

“—All done!”
Black smoke rose from the cramped kitchen.
Not only the various ingredients of the dish but many of the cooking tools themselves were either
singed or charred. The culinary combat that had just taken place was extremely intense.
Apron tied around her waist, the silver-haired girl, Syr, emerged from the kitchen with a satisfied
smile on her face.
Neither her coworkers nor the café owner was around.
Syr didn’t even taste her creations—an oddly colored meat pie and several sandwiches that didn’t
smell like they should—before cramming them into containers. Then she piled all the containers into one
large basket.
Humming a happy tune to herself, Syr changed clothes before leaving the café with the basket in her
arms.
“I wonder if I’ll get to see their smiles today.”
A smile of her own on her lips, she went out into the city.

It’s evening at Guild Headquarters.
Many adventurers, home from the Dungeon, are taking care of their own business inside the white
lobby, which has fiery beams of sunlight from the west slanting in from the overhead windows.
“I’m going to go talk to Miss Eina.”
“Understood. Lilly will take care of things at the Exchange.”
“I’ll just hang around.”
I get in line to see my adviser, Eina. Lilly, carrying a backpack stuffed to capacity, Haruhime, her own
tubular backpack bursting at the seams, and Mikoto walk over to the Exchange with the magic stones and
drop items we brought up from the Dungeon today. Welf doesn’t really have anyplace to go, so he decides
to just kill some time. All of us go our separate ways in the lobby.
Just like all the adventurers around us, Hestia Familia has errands to attend to at Guild Headquarters.
Normally we just take care of our drop items and magic stones at the Exchange located in Babel
Tower, but today we need to take care of the familia tax levied by the Guild. So, everyone decided to
come here and take care of everything at once. I mean, we might as well get everything done at the same
time as long as we’re here.
Off on my own, it’s really surprising to see the long lines in front of the reception counter. The Guild
employees behind it are practically flying back and forth, trying to help everyone. Once it’s my turn, I give

Eina a simple update and leave it at that. I shouldn’t waste her time with meaningless conversation, so I
get in and out quickly.
But it looks like the girls aren’t finished at the Exchange yet, so I’ve got a little time on my hands. It
might be a good idea to head over to the bulletin board and see what’s posted.
Guild Headquarters has loads of information about the Dungeon and many other things that are useful
to adventurers, including the advice that advisers provide. There’s no reason not to take advantage of
everything the Guild has to offer.
I work my way into the crowd already gathered around the bulletin board and take a look at the many
quests and mercantile familia advertisements for the latest posted items.
It’s hard to believe we’re under attack from Rakia…Everything seems so normal here.
I’m pretty sure the battle against the Kingdom of Rakia is still going on outside the city wall. But
there’s no difference between a day “at war” and a regular day at the Guild—all races of demi-humans
are just bumping shoulders and talking among one another as far as I can see. The invasion has no impact
on our day-to-day lives as adventurers.
I mean, I’m sure the top-tier adventurers are out there fighting for us, but not everyone in the middle of
the pack and below has been called to the front. Probably the city of Orario—well, the Guild, since it’s
the governing power—is trying to maintain a constant incoming flow of magic stones to continue
producing magic-stone products. Too many of us fighting on the front lines would have a direct impact on
the economy, so the Guild probably wants as many adventurers in the Dungeon as possible.
At least, that’s my theory as I stand here looking at all the adventurers fully equipped with different
types of armor and weapons.
“What, seriously? Again?”
“Somethin’s fishy here.”
…?
While my brain was busy thinking about the Rakia invasion, my ears pick up a conversation just in
front of me.
Actually, it’s happening right in front of the billboard. Other people notice, too, standing on tiptoe and
craning their necks to see what’s going on.
I do the same, stretching up many times, trying to get a glimpse of the sheet posted on the billboard.
“Looks like there’s a monster down there with a taste for armor and weapons.”
“Ah, Welf.”
Welf comes right up next to me.
He’s a bit taller than me, so he can see over the crowd better than I can. He can read the posting, too,
by the sound of it.
“…A ‘taste for’? As in stealing?”
“That’s right. Some of them take equipment off dead bodies, but this one likes to take equipment off
adventurers in battle.”
That’s a real surprise.
Monsters stealing from adventurers?
When you think about it, it’s not all that strange, considering monsters use landforms and other natural
things in the Dungeon as weapons, but the thought of one of the beasts in armor is shocking. If it’s true, I’m
sure more than one adventurer wants to cry.
All of us work hard, shedding blood and tears to find a combination of equipment that suits us the
best…If mine got stolen, I don’t know what I’d do. Especially if one of the weapons I’ve gotten used to
was suddenly gone.

A monster that steals an adventurer’s weapons—the lifeblood we need to survive. It’s frightening to
think about.
—An image of a Minotaur wielding a greatsword suddenly flashes through my mind.
S-scary.
The memories I have of that day send shivers down my spine.
I shouldn’t be scaring myself like this. Shaking the images out of my head, I turn to Welf.
“Wh-where was it spotted?”
“Deep Zone, mostly. From what I can see, the highest confirmed sighting happened on the twentieth
floor.”
Then he says that second-tier adventurers gathered all the information.
He seems to be getting a kick out of this, and he’s not the only one. Quite a few people in the area are
laughing it off like it’s a funny rumor. They don’t believe the reports.
In fact, a few of them are taking it as a joke.
“There’s some more interesting info about that, though.”
Welf grins as he looks over at me.
“This one’s from a while back, but apparently a Black Minotaur wearing armor showed up in the
Dungeon.”
“Black…Minotaur…?”
“Yeah. Word spread around real quick but then disappeared just as fast. Now it’s only a rumor I’ve
heard.”
Usually, Minotaurs are a rusty, reddish color.
I’ve never heard of a black one.
A subspecies…I ask him if it’s a rare offshoot of monsters. Welf tells me not to take it seriously,
grinning as he shrugs.
It makes me nervous whenever I hear the word Minotaur…I follow up with another question.
“When was that rumor going around, Welf?”
“About two months ago, maybe?”
Two months ago…That’s about the time that I leveled up to Level 2.
Welf adds that that story was circulating at about the time he joined the battle party, so that’s why it’s
stuck in his memory.
“…”
I look back at the board, the voices of countless adventurers around me.
There’s an artist’s rendering of a monster wearing armor and holding a sword. I stare at it until the
girls come back from the Exchange.

“Um, is Syr taking the day off?”
The day after we paid our familia tax for the month, I decided to visit The Benevolent Mistress. As
soft morning sunlight brightens the sky, I arrive at the front door.
“That she is, meow! Syr’s playing hooky again, meow!”
The catgirl Ahnya is standing right in front of me, her long, thin tail twitching behind her. She looks
irritated.
Even after I moved into Hestia Familia’s new home, I still swing by here to pick up a lunch from Syr
before going to the Dungeon.

Now that my familia has more members, especially Mikoto with her great cooking skills, I didn’t want
to bother Syr. Making a lunch for me every day is just one more thing on her to-do list, but Lyu and a few
of the other waitresses visited Hearthstone Manor directly and practically begged me to keep coming.
“Just because you’ve picked up a useless way to sense danger…!” “Think of the guinea pigs, think of
their pain, meow…!” Runoa and Chloe pleaded with me as Lyu looked on with a blank look in her eyes.
For some reason, all of them had been clutching at their stomachs.
Anyway, since then, I’ve kept coming here every day like usual…but I haven’t gotten a lunch from Syr
in a while.
I’ve been wondering what’s going on, so I came here today to ask some of the other waitresses about it
and found out that Syr was absent today as well.
“Syr has a way of going ‘poof’ and disappearing, like today.”
“Hee-hee-hee, sounds like our young maiden has some secrets, meow…But she doesn’t want us to
work too hard and always comes back, meow! I don’t know the first thing about accounting, meow!!”
Other waitresses—the human Runoa and another catgirl, Chloe—are on break and come to join Ahnya
and me at the front door.
I remember them saying something about it when we stopped by to get the recipe for Mikoto’s cake,
but Syr’s been absent ever since then…That had to be at least ten days ago.
“You must understand, Syr is not like us, in that she does not reside here. She has her reasons, so this
situation is bound to occur occasionally.”
The catgirls and Runoa keep talking among themselves as Lyu calmly explains the details over their
voices.
The other waitresses are all excitedly grinning as they speak, but there’s a centered composure in
Lyu’s sky-blue eyes.
“Um…Couldn’t you just go to where she lives and ask her…?”
“…”
I question why they don’t just go get a direct answer from Syr…but then Lyu and the others fall silent.
Well, that’s weird. I tilt my head in confusion, but the waitresses look just as lost as I am.
“Now that you mention it, we…meow…”
“No one knows where Syr lives?”
“Well, that, and nothing about what she does in her free time, meow.”
Ahnya, Runoa, and Chloe all speak in turn. I can’t hide my surprise.
These girls work together at this café and bar, so the fact that no one here knows anything about Syr
outside of work surprises me.
Lyu stays quiet for a moment as I look around in shock. Then she confirms what her coworkers had
been saying.
“We have tried—we’ve asked her about her private life…She says it’s a secret and quickly changes
the subject every time.”
Lyu looks slightly off to the side before explaining.
“Only one thing to do, meow—A quest, boy! Find Syr, trail her, and discover her secrets, meow!”
“Huh?!”
“Oh! Great idea! We might find out a few of her weaknesses at the same time! Two birds, one stone!”
W-weakness…?
Chloe and Runoa enthusiastically jump on board right away. I break out in a cold sweat at the
prospect.
Lyu cocks an eyebrow. “Stop this at once. You are putting Mr. Cranell in a difficult spot.” But that

doesn’t put an end to their excitement.
“As long as there’s a reward, what’s the problem, meow? What should it be, meow…I could sing you
a song, meow!”
“Huh? Ahnya, are you a good singer?”
“The best! Why don’t I give you a little taste, meow? My throat’s feeling great today—”
“Stop that, tone-deaf kitty!”
“We told you, customers won’t come if you sing, meow!”
Ahnya was all set, ready to start humming a few bars, when the other girls descended on her with a
vengeance.
Two of them pinned the catgirl to the ground and held her mouth shut. “MpFHHH!” Another bead of
sweat drips down my skin.
Just how bad a singer is she…?
“Mr. Cranell, please don’t take them seriously.”
“Ha-ha…Okay, I won’t.”
Lyu was very clear. I try to smile.
I decide not to stick around much longer and say a quick good-bye. I leave the bar and café behind.
“Now, what to do today…”
The sky is bright and blue over my head. I walk among the many demi-humans on West Main Street,
taking in the sights and sounds.
We aren’t going into the Dungeon today.
To be honest, the goddess and Welf insisted. “You’ve gone in every day for a while now, so take a
rest,” they said, and practically forbade me from going anywhere near the Dungeon entrance.
Welf spends a lot of time in the forge, and the girls are very careful not to work too hard and spend a
lot of time away from the battle party. I guess that my going to the Dungeon every day without fail must’ve
really made an impression.
But she’s so far ahead of me. Catching up to her is going to take everything I’ve got…
“…Still, a day or two like this won’t hurt.”
I shield my eyes from the sparkling early summer sun and try to smile.
Everyone’s looking out for me, and they do have a point. I won’t be able to accomplish anything in the
Dungeon without being well rested. Even Eina told me days off are just as important as days in the
Dungeon.
Time to spread my wings. I should try something new and walk around the city for a change. It might
do me some good.
I live here, but it’s amazing how much of the city I don’t know…
The small, family-run shops that have lined the backstreets for generations, the flower stores that are
run by animal women who aren’t affiliated with any familia, the random Jyaga Maru Kun street stands in
the most out-of-the-way places…There are hardly any adventurers here because they’re in the Dungeon.
Everything I see as I look all around is new, and it’s painfully apparent that I don’t know the first thing
about Orario aboveground.
The Labyrinth City is huge.
There are many different neighborhoods in the city, from the Industrial District to the Shopping
District, and the one I recently became too familiar with, the Pleasure Quarter.
I’ve lived here for over three months now, but there’s still so much I haven’t seen yet. It seems like
there’s a new discovery around every corner. Then again, I’m sure the fact that I’m always in the Dungeon
has something to do with it.

The sky is bright blue and clear overhead. I’m in a great mood as I pass through the main streets and
back alleys.
I see people I’ve never met and places I’ve never been to, and I catch new smells at every turn.
I’m really starting to enjoy this. Today’s my break from the Dungeon, and it finally feels like I’m taking
advantage of it.
Why not splurge? I happen to come across a place selling meat skewers at the edge of one of the side
streets and decide to buy one. The animal man behind the counter is about to ring me up when he says,
“Hey, aren’t you the Little Rookie?” He’s so happy that he gives me another skewer for free.
Honestly, I don’t know if I should be embarrassed, but it’s an amazing feeling to be recognized. I enjoy
the warm happiness settling in my chest while walking down the street with a stick of meat in each hand.
“Whew…”
The last of the meat juices drips down my chin as I finish satisfying my hunger, so I find a bench in
Central Park and have a seat.
Amid all the trees and water features built into the city’s center, amid all the people coming and going,
I look up at Babel Tower in all its glory. The white tower of the gods stretches all the way into the blue
sky, practically into the heavens. I can’t believe I forgot how awesome it is.
I see it every day, so I should be used to it. It’s just…it looks different somehow today.
“Huh…?”
I’ve been enjoying the sun’s warmth on my face for a little while.

I’m looking off in the distance at nothing in particular, watching the ebb and flow of many demi-
humans passing through Central Park, when I catch a glimpse of a girl.

I recognize the silver hair waving back and forth and immediately sit up.
“Isn’t that Syr?”
The conversation at The Benevolent Mistress was only a few hours ago. I shift to the edge of the
bench.
She’s wearing a clean white dress with a straw hat.
I usually see her dressed for work, so this cool, early summer look takes my breath away. She’s pretty
cute.
Syr comes from the southwest, walking north into Central Park. But she doesn’t pass through the
center, instead skirting around the edge toward East Main. I see her starting to disappear into the crowd
from my bench on the northern rim of Central Park and get to my feet.
The voices of Ahnya, Chloe, Runoa, and Lyu are running through my head. Everything said this
morning is on replay.
I think about it, but curiosity gets the best of me and I follow her into the crowd.
Not sleepy anymore, I go through the entrance to East Main Street.
“Where is Syr going…?”
I avoid the path of the horse-drawn taxis and stay close behind the fluttering silver hair and white
dress.
The Guild controls many of the buildings and facilities located in the East District. The massive
Coliseum stands out among all the fancy red-brick hotels that spread out as far as I can see. I have a strong
feeling that this area is for hosting events as well as tourists and travelers when they visit the city.
Syr has something in her hands—a large basket, maybe? There’s a pretty big lid on it, too.
She must be taking something somewhere…I come up with few guesses as to what it might be, when
she suddenly veers off the main road and onto a side street.
I follow her southeast, making sure to stay close enough to see her but far enough away not to be

noticed, meaning I need to dash to catch up with her every time she disappears around a corner.
Wait a second, I know this street…
I’ve seen this narrow alleyway before. Even so, I follow her farther in.
A few more turns down other paths and my suspicions are confirmed.
“Daedalus Street…?”
The whole place spreads out in front of me after I come out of the last alleyway, and my eyes widen.
Daedalus Street. Built by an architect said to have gone insane and remodeled the neighborhood many
times over, it’s a residential area with absolutely no sense of order or direction. With its stone buildings
and stairwells and winding roads going up and down with no rhyme or reason, it’s easy to understand why
this place has been called Orario’s “second Dungeon.”
I stop to catch my breath and watch as Syr casually makes her way through the entrance.
I’ve already come this far…can’t exactly turn back now.
Memories of bad experiences in this place hold me back for a moment, but my mind is already made
up.
Passing through the gates to Daedalus Street myself, I double-check to make sure I can feel the Divine
Knife snugly tucked into my belt.
For starters, this place is a slum where the poorest citizens in Orario live, and a lot has happened to
me here, so having a weapon ready is reassuring. Keeping my guard up, I make my way into the maze of
blackened brick and stone.
What would Syr be doing in here…?
I climb to the top of some stairs, only to have my path blocked by a room jutting out of a stone house. I
turn around, looking for the way forward, only to see a dark, narrow street where the sun can’t reach. The
only light is coming from a worn-out magic-stone lamp. There are people here, but I don’t think they’ve
had a bath in a while; they’re doing laundry next to the well or enjoying a game of chess by the side of the
road. I make my way past and onto even more complicated roads.
I can still see Syr, but the way she moves through here without any hesitation is bringing up more
questions than answers. Down-on-their-luck and less-than-respectable adventurers are known to hide in
this slum; this area’s crime rate was the highest in Orario. A girl without the Blessing of a deity shouldn’t
be walking around alone in here. That’s just asking for trouble…
But such concerns seem to be nothing to her because she’s carrying that basket and moving forward
without a care in the world.
I got completely lost in here during Monsterphilia and during my escape from the Pleasure Quarter.
Honestly, I doubt I can get out of here by myself. There are red arrows—called ariadne—on street
corners that should lead the way, and I try my best to memorize them. Unfortunately, I lose sight of Syr in
those precious moments and take off at a sprint in the last direction I saw her in a desperate attempt to
catch up.
Up and down, left and right, and forward through so many streets.
Flashes of Syr’s white dress guide me to the front of a building.
—A church?
Indeed, this building hidden at the heart of the city’s labyrinth reminds me a lot of the place Lady
Hestia and I used to call home.
It’s built out of wood, and it’s really big. There’s an open courtyard in front of it with a broken
fountain that doesn’t spray water anymore. The buildings around the church encompass it on the remaining
sides. I cautiously stick my head around the corner of the side street that led me here and see Syr open the
church’s front door with a loud creak. She disappears inside.

“…”
There’s a church in this place, too…? Many questions fill my mind as I look up at the old structure.
There are several broken glass windows at the top of the outside walls. Moments pass as I stare at
them, trying to decide whether or not to go forward. I have to see this through. I go to the front door and
place my palms on the door handle.
“Anyone here…?” I say softly as I pull the old wooden door aside and go in.
“This place is massive!”
Sure, it looks big from the front, but the real surprise is how deep it goes.
The main chamber has got to be at least ten meders across, and the walls to my left and right are lined
with doors that lead to other rooms. There’s an altar all the way at the back. The tile under my feet has so
many cracks that wild grass is threatening to reclaim the floor. The ceiling is high, too. The architect
Daedalus himself would be right at home.
Several long wooden pews are stacked on top of one another nearby.
“That seems like…”
A fort that kids would make.
The back-and-forth pattern of the pile of pews makes it look like a small castle. I think to myself, as I
pass it and search for clues as to where Syr went, that…I’m not alone.
Adventurers who’ve spent any time in the Dungeon have sharpened this sense to the point where we
can pick it up very quickly. My body reacts to the feeling of being watched before any noises reach my
ears. I look in that direction, ready.
I’m almost to the altar when I feel it coming from my right. Sure enough, a small face is poking out
from behind one of the doors.
“…Who are you?”
I see a child, a blond elf with a vacant expression.
“I…um, I’m not a bad guy or anything. I-I’m just looking for someone…”
“Someone…?”
I kind of broke in here, didn’t I? Flustered, I try to explain myself to the child. The elf stares at me and
emerges from behind the door.
Dirty-blond hair and plump pointed ears.
Maybe not an elf; half-elf?
The kid keeps his eyes on me as he walks closer without any concern whatsoever.
A little boy…or maybe a girl? I seriously can’t tell, but the kid comes right up to me.
I have no idea how to react to his continuous stare. But maybe he knows something about Syr. I decide
to ask him and open my mouth, but before any sound can come out…
“Yo, Ruu, Big Sis Syr’s going to have a fit if she sees—You. Who are you?”
“What’s going on, Lai?”
The voices of two more kids cut through the air.
I look up and see them burst from the door and grab hold of the half-elf child, shield him from me. One
is a human boy with brown hair, the other is a chienthrope girl with her tail tucked against her body.
Both are glaring at me like I’m some monster fresh out of the Dungeon, but they also have an extremely
nervous light in their eyes. This isn’t good. I have to convince them that I’m not a threat, explain my
situation, and fast.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you and I’m not going to do anything! I’m just here looking for…Wait a
second, didn’t you say ‘Syr’ just now?”
“…What if I did?”

“That’s who I’m looking for! Do you know where she is?”
The boy and girl glance at each other, apparently startled, the moment I bring up her name.
They don’t move, but the half-elf they’re protecting pushes them away, swatting at their hands.
“Lai, Fina…This one is…not bad.”
We’ve never met before, but he sounds so sure of himself.
The human and the animal girl let their shoulders relax after hearing that, but they’re still very much on
alert.
“…So, do you know Big Sis Syr?”
“Ah, yes. I’m really sorry for scaring you. Can I ask who you are? And about this church, too…”
I bend down to their height, a little bit shorter than the goddess. I’d say they’re about as tall as Lilly.
That’s also when I catch a glimpse of several more little faces poking out the door behind them. They
aren’t saying anything, only watching.
The chienthrope girl is closest to me when I ask my question, but it’s the half-elf child who answers
instead.
“Lai, Fina, and me, Ruu…We live here, in Mother Maria’s house.”
The child points to everyone in turn and then talks about the church.
Mother Maria…I wonder what he means by “house.”
Well, that didn’t tell me very much.
“Okay, um…What were you doing?”
“…Running away from Big Sis’s lunch box.”
The little girl, Fina, answers this time, but I can tell she’s still on edge. “Huh?” I respond, not sure
how to process what she said.
I take a moment to think it over—when the boy, who’d been watching me with suspicious eyes this
whole time, suddenly flinches. His arm flings forward, finger pointed directly at my face.
“White hair and red eyes—you’re Bell Cranell, second-tier adventurer!”
“Little Rookie?!”
“From the War Game?!”
The door bursts open the moment Lai yells, children toppling over one another as they rush out into the
main chamber.
My eyes go wide as the wave of children consumes me.
“Holy cow, it’s really him!”
“He’s no hume bunny, but he looks just like a rabbit!”
“Can I see your knife?”
The initial hit knocks me off balance. That would’ve been fine, but more and more kids jump onto my

legs, some of the larger ones trying to tackle me. “Ouph!” Was that a headbutt just now?! Their high-
pitched screams and laughter fill my ears as I try desperately to keep my feet.

It’s a tidal wave of youthful humanity, with the boy named Lai at the helm. Even the chienthrope girl
has gotten excited and joined the ring forming around me. The half-elf, looking aloof as ever, is outside
the ring, quietly watching us.
Completely surrounded with many sets of hands on me from all angles, I grab hold of my knife to
protect it. But what can I do? I can’t just throw them off me by force, and at this rate—.
“Wait, wa WAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
I fall flat on my back in the middle of the floor.
“Wh-what’s going on out here?!”
“Children!”

My pitiful scream and all the children’s laughter draw two women out of the room directly behind the
altar.
One is an elderly human, and the other is…Syr.
She looks down at me in surprise. Must be quite a sight, me cradling the Divine Knife in both hands
while underneath a pile of excited children.
All I can do is laugh dryly as I look back up at her, while trying my best to ignore all the small hands
pulling at my hair and cheeks.

“So then, you followed me out here?”
“Y-yeah…I’m really sorry.”
We’re in the cafeteria at the back of the church.
I’m sitting in a chair next to a large round table, getting scolded by Syr and apologizing to the best of
my ability.
After I was unearthed from a mountain of kids, everyone came inside the cafeteria.
Sure, the walls and pillars are showing their age. There are cracks all over the place. But the use of
magic-stone lamps and half-melted candlesticks is proof that there are people living here. There are at
least twenty children around Syr and me, watching and listening to us with great interest.
“Um, so, this church is…?”
“Exactly as you’re thinking, Mr. Cranell. This is an orphanage.”
The elderly woman is facing us…I’ve only just been introduced to Mother Maria, but she’s smiling at
me like an old friend. The half-elf from before, Ruu, and another child are standing at her sides with a
tight grip on her arms.
She told me that she’s been living with all the children here inside this old abandoned church for quite
a while now. This isn’t part of some organized program, but the elderly woman explained that they’re
living happily here. Poor, but finding a way to make it day to day. What’s more, she said everything with a
smile.
She has long black hair, but it’s tied up on top of her head. She’s on the thin side, so her facial features
are a little more pronounced. Even so, she has a calming air about her. All the children here call her
“Mother,” and after being on the receiving end of her kind gaze, I understand why.
She must love kids.
“But…if this is an orphanage, that means…”
“Bell, this kind of place isn’t all that uncommon on Daedalus Street.”
I started a question, unsure about how to ask. Syr speaks up from the chair next to me and offers an
explanation.
She says it’s impossible to know how many children have been born among the adventurers residing in
Orario, but there are a lot of them. And it’s not a guarantee that they have parents who have sworn to
spend their lives together and work toward a common future. In fact, many babies are the product of
single nights of passion or the result of working in the Pleasure Quarter…Anyway, there are many reasons
a woman might have to give up her child.
After all, this is Orario. Many adventurers lose their lives in the Dungeon, leaving widows and
children behind.
The ones unlucky enough not to be allowed into a deceased adventurer’s former familia, as well as the
parents who can’t handle the responsibility, often resort to abandoning their offspring in this slum,

Daedalus Street.
“At first, it was out of pity. I just couldn’t bring myself to ignore a child who’d been abandoned by
their parents…so I claimed this abandoned church as my own and decided to help these children in my
own way.”
Maria explains this sad truth all while patting the children on the head.
I hear that she once was one of the women left behind by an adventurer and had never joined a familia.
She wasn’t fortunate enough to have a child with the man she loved but instead took in a child—
abandoned during a rainstorm in the middle of the night—she had found in this slum. She couldn’t bring
herself to think of the situation as someone else’s problem and raised the child as her own.
That sequence of events repeated itself several times, and that’s how this place came to be.
“…”
Mother Maria’s story still in my ears, I take a look at the children seated around the table.
Every single one of them abandoned by their parents…That’s another side of Orario I didn’t know
about. I can feel the muscles in my face tightening, my heart sinking.
“What’s that face for, Little Rookie? We’re happy here with Mother, so we don’t need your pity.”
“S-sorry.”
The human boy, Lai, glares at me, the many half-healed scratches on his face bending with his frown.
“Watch your mouth!” Mother Maria scolds him, but I still apologize right away.
He’s right…I don’t need to feel sorry for them. These children are smiling, laughing every day with a
loving mother. I doubt any of them feels like life gave them the short end of the stick.
“Can I, um, ask another question? Do you have enough money…?”
“Yes, enough to manage. We’re lucky that several compassionate goddesses lend their assistance.”
It’d be impossible to take care of this many kids without a healthy bank account. Mother Maria lightly
smiles when I bring it up and lays my fears to rest. She also explains that other than this one, “Maria’s
Orphanage,” there are even more places like this on Daedalus Street. They’re all funded by a group of
familias, providing them with enough money to keep their heads above water.
One woman would certainly have her hands full taking care of these kids, so I’m sure she’s grateful for
any help she gets in keeping them fed. She still has that gentle smile on her face.
Maybe I could talk to the goddess, see if we can help, too.
Then again, we don’t exactly have much money to spare…
My train of thought takes off when, out of the corner of my eye, I see Syr chuckling to herself as if
she’s reading my mind.
“Syr has been gracious enough to come by and play with the children ever since we met. She does so
much to help while she’s here, I don’t know what I’d do without her.”
“Oh, so that’s what’s been going on…”
“Hee-hee-hee. Have you solved the case, Detective Bell?”
“I-I guess so…” My cheeks get hot as Syr starts teasing me.
So then, Syr comes out here whenever she has any free time. Which means that she’s playing with
these kids when she’s not working at The Benevolent Mistress.
“Big Sis Syr brings us delicious food from her restaurant.”
“She’s been here every day recently…”
The chienthrope girl, Fina, chimes in with a smile on her face, and the half-elf boy (?) Ruu tells me
even more in his spacey voice.
Judging from all the excited, happy grins, they want to play with Syr just as much as she wants to be
here. That explains where she’s been for the better part of these past two weeks while playing hooky from

her job at the bar and café.
“This is a secret from everyone, including Lyu, okay?” Syr warned me once I figured out the truth.
It sounds like she thinks they’ll be angry with her if they find out she’s been playing with kids.
Hmm, I really don’t think there’d be a problem if she explained the situation…
But…
Why is she coming here in the first place?
Going back a bit further, how did she meet Mother Maria?
It’s going to bother me if I don’t ask about it. I turn to do just that, when suddenly…
“Hey hey, enough about that stuff. What’s the Dungeon like?”
Lai’s champing at the bit. He’s even halfway out of his chair.
That gets the other kids going, too. More and more of them jump out of their seats, asking me to tell
them stories about being an adventurer.
I look around, trying to figure out if I should. “Please, go ahead.” Syr smiles at me from her chair at my
side.
While I’m a little surprised by this turn of events, I start talking. Thinking back on my time as an
adventurer, I give them a few highlights, jumping around a bit.
Of course, I leave out the battle against the strange Black Goliath because the gag order from the Guild
is still in effect. But the kids seem to enjoy hearing about the beautiful quartz in the Dungeon pantry and
the time the Goliath chased me on the seventeenth floor.
Seeing that twinkle in their eyes makes me really happy, and I start giving even more details…But then
I see the look on Mother Maria’s face.
Her eyes are cloudy, almost depressed. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She apologizes when she sees me looking at
her.
“Many of the children I’ve raised became adventurers…”
Her eyebrows sink as she smiles sadly.
“A great deal of them joined a familia, went into the Dungeon, and shared their earnings with this
church…That is, until they didn’t come back.”
“Oh…”
“I don’t want these little ones to suffer the same fate…That’s all.”
Being an adventurer is a high-risk, high-reward occupation where your life is always on the line.
There’s no better job to have if you want to make money quickly, but at the same time, death is always
one wrong step away. And many of the children who were lovingly raised by Mother Maria didn’t listen
to her pleas, choosing to help the orphanage by going into the Dungeon. They became just like the
adventurers who left their families behind…
I should’ve known. The children might have goaded me into it, but it was careless of me to fill their
heads with ideas that glorified the work of an adventurer. Now they probably want to go into the Dungeon
more than ever, and history will repeat itself.
What can I say to Mother Maria now? She’s so worried about their futures, and I just…Lai suddenly
jumps to his feet.
“You don’t have to worry about me, Mother! I’m going to the Education District!”
The oldest of the children declares this with a beaming smile on his face.
“I’ll study so hard and learn so much and get so strong that I can make lots of money!”
“Well…Of course I won’t stop you from going to the Education District…”
“Money’s not a problem! There’s this thing called a ‘scholarship,’ isn’t there? The Education District
is coming back to Orario this year, so everything should work out perfectly!”

“You might be too old to start, Lai…”
The boy grins ear to ear, his brown hair swishing around his head as he excitedly explains his plan.
Maria can only force a smile. Fina and the other children start piping up, “I’m going, too!” “And me!”
Many hands shoot into the air, following Lai’s lead. The large round table comes alive.
Syr watches them, a burgeoning smile on her lips. I seem to be the only one who’s confused.
“Education District…?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Seriously, Little Rookie? Some adventurer you are!”
Fina and Lai start an avalanche of childish retorts and teasing remarks all aimed at me because I’m
clueless. Blushing again, I try my best to laugh it off.
“Hey, have some respect for your elders! And he’s not ‘Little Rookie’! His name is Bell, yes?”
Syr stands up and comes to my defense.
They quiet down right away, but several of the kids, including Lai, have evil grins on their lips even as
they say, “Oka—y.”
Well, this is different.
Syr’s being an older sister.
I’ve never heard her raise her voice like that before, and it catches me off guard.
I stare at the side of her face, dumbfounded until…DING! DONG!
Bells start ringing on the eastern side of the city. It’s noon.
“Oh, it’s lunchtime. Well then, let’s eat.”
With that, Syr puts the large basket onto the table. It’s the one that I saw her carrying on the way here.
Flipping open the lid, she takes out one container of food after another. Grilled meat, sandwiches, you
name it…There’s a little of everything.
So then, the basket she was carrying was filled with food for these impoverished kids.
I missed my chance to learn more about this “Education District,” but I can just ask Eina next time I
see her.
Happy with that conclusion, I look around the room and…all the children are completely silent.
“Ah…huh? What’s wrong?”
“Big Sis’s…lunch box…”
Fina’s close by, so I ask her what the problem is. The expression on her face is so glum it would make
a grown man cry. The other kids, too. Even the ever-distant Ruu has his lips clamped shut.
Wait a minute, didn’t they say something about running away from Syr’s lunch when I first walked
in…? Huh?
Maria smiles wryly as I take a step back.
“Now everyone, dig in!” says Syr, arms open wide and beaming like a goddess as she faces the table.
After the children recover from the mental trauma of seeing Syr’s cooking placed in front of them, they
slowly but surely extend their hands toward the precious food that will delay starvation for another day.
“Ugh, uhhh.”
“Today, again, like last time…”
“Have to eat it…or the food’ll…go to waste…!”
Moans and groans fill the room as the kids force the food down their throats.
Starting with Fina, Ruu, and Lai, every face around the table darkens with the first bite of meat or
vegetables. Only their love for Mother Maria and the orphanage they call home gives them the will to
clean their plates.
…Sure, Syr’s cooking always has some unique flavors to it, but…

The contrast between her happy smile and the suffering of the kids around the table is astounding. It
can’t be that bad, can it? I reach out and take one of the sandwiches to see for myself—Snatch!
Syr takes it right out of my hand.
“These aren’t for you, Bell.”
“Eh? But…”
“I said no.”
“O-okay.”
I’ve never felt so much pressure from a smiling face. Giving up now without a fuss is the best option.
Holding the sandwich in her hands, Syr tells me, “I made these lunches today for the children, so it
wouldn’t be fair to them for you to eat one, Bell.” Now I’m just embarrassed. She says she’ll go make
some tea and takes the empty basket with her into the back of the kitchen.
“Did you see that? Big Sis was acting so girlie…”
“There’s someone who she wants to compliment her cooking, for sure…”
Whispering voices start flying everywhere with Syr out of the room. A bead of cold sweat runs down
my neck as many little eyes focus on me.
“It’s your fault that Syr started making lunches…!”
“She used to bring delicious food from the café every time…!”
“We’re guinea pigs…”
Lai glares at me with tears in his eyes, the same as Fina. Ruu is looking blankly off into space,
muttering to himself.
It takes me a while, but I think I understand what’s going on here.
These children are being sacrificed to protect my stomach.
The tragedy unfolding in front of my eyes is all for me, but I’m too scared to say anything.
I chance a glance at Mother Maria…and she looks away.
“No, no, the food is edible, and we are very…grateful…”
All the muscles in my face tense up. I’m at a loss.
“Ughhhh…” Another child’s moan echoes off the wall before fading into the air.

“If you have time, would you play with the children?”
As soon as everyone is finished massaging their stomachs, Maria gives me the invitation.
“They seem to have taken a liking to you, Mr. Cranell…”
She smiles at me again, and I have no reason to refuse. So I smile and accept.
I hunch over as the children grab my arms and pull me out of the room to join Syr and the others out in
the main chamber.
“Big Sis, story time, story time!”
“Bell, adventurers and monsters!”
Syr joins the girls in the corner, telling nursery rhymes and singing songs.
The boys corral me into the open space in the middle of the chamber. I’m the “monster” in their game
before I know it.
Afternoon sunlight pours into the chamber through the broken windows. The children run around on the
grass-sprouting tile floor, smiling and laughing.
They drag Syr and me all over the place.
“So, um, little Lai…”

“Lai, just Lai. You’re an adventurer, aren’t you? Why the heck do you speak like that? Feels weird.
Just call everyone by their name!”
I talk with some of the kids amid the playful chaos and laughter.
The human boy, Lai—“just Lai”—has lived here the longest. He’ll turn eleven this year.
His skin is covered in small cuts, like he plays outside all the time. There’s a bit of a wild air to him,
kind of like Welf, in a way. He keeps asking me about the Dungeon even after everything Maria said. I’m
sure this boy wants to be an adventurer.
“Hey, Bell, are you Syr’s lover?”
“Nothing like that!”
“Why not? Big Sis Syr’s really cute. Not much of a cook, but, yeah…She’s thinner than she looks. And
her boobs are pretty big, too—”
“Don’t say any more, please…!”
The chienthrope, Fina, is a blossoming young lady.
She and Lai are the oldest of the kids, and the leaders. Her long cream-colored hair is surprisingly
straight. It looks a lot like mine, if my hair were longer and straighter. With her bright eyes and small
nose, she’ll be a beautiful young woman in a few years or so. She was really nervous when we first met,
but she’s warmed up to me quite a bit. Warmed up so much that…she’s started to say things that shouldn’t
be said.
“Um, Ruu? Are you a boy or…?”
“…Sleepy.”
“I, um, I see…”
The half-elf Ruu is a year younger than Lai, and a strange child.
Thanks to the elvish blood in his veins, the little boy—I think—is probably the handsomest of all the
children here. Since Ruu doesn’t say much at all and has short dirty-blond hair, I seriously can’t tell if this
kid is a boy or girl. His mind is always somewhere else, and there aren’t any other clues to help me out.
Actually, there are many mixed children at the orphanage, along with humans, animal people, prums,
and even a timid Amazon. But every one of them is bubbling over with curiosity and has a ton of energy.
“Big Sis Syr! Let’s play!”
“Aww, I wanna play, too!”
“Sure. Everyone will have a turn, so don’t fight, okay?”
Syr continues her rounds through the main chamber of the church, playing games with all the kids. I
overhear her talking with a few and catch a glimpse of her being pulled in a different direction. Not just
the girls, the boys want to play with her, too.
Just like before…This is strange.
I know Syr only as a bar waitress, so seeing her laugh like this, playing games with the kids, giving
them hugs and whatnot…it feels so different.
The kids absolutely adore her; I can see it in their eyes. I watch her playing with the kids for a little
while, entranced until she peers over her shoulder. She must’ve noticed my gaze because she’s giggling at
me.
Cute and beautiful at the same time…My cheeks are getting hot again.
“…?”
Children are on both sides of her, laughing and exchanging smiles. But Lai is sneaking up behind her
with an evil grin on his face.
She hasn’t noticed him. Lai’s eyes flash as if he’s spotted a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attack a
defenseless target from behind “Gotcha!” He grabs her skirt and flings it up in the blink of an eye.

“!”
“EEK!”
The ruffled white fabric goes up past her belly button. I see it all happen in slow motion, my eyes open
wide.
So…so this is…what Gramps was always talking about! The legendary The hell am I thinking?!
I get a full view of panties the same color as her dress. Now my skin is roughly the same color as an
apple, my face burning red.
Her cute little squeal fills the chamber as she quickly pushes the fabric back down and turns to face me
before freezing in place. Syr looks me right in the eye.
Her cheeks the color of an overripe peach, she storms up to me.
“Did you see?”
“No, not really, well, I…!”
“You saw, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes, but…!”
“You’re horrible, Bell!!”
“How was that my fault?!”
Her eyes filled with fire and the tip of her nose bright red, Syr lets the accusations fly. I blush even
more and desperately try to stand my ground.
“A boy…A boy saw my panties…Bell, as punishment, you have to do whatever I say!”
“I—What?!”
“If you don’t…I’ll tell Lyu and the others you peeked up my skirt!”
“That’s not fair!!”
I’ll be dead by morning if she does that! She’s blackmailing me with false charges! I yell back at the
red-faced Syr, desperate tears beginning to leak from my eyes.
“…It worked…For the first time ever, I got to flip Big Sis’s skirt…”
“You always catch him…No way. Big Sis, was that on purpose?”
“Skill and technique…”
Lai, Fina, and Ruu have gathered around our argument, their eyes wide as they mumble to one another.
I think that’s fear in their eyes as they look at her. As for me, on the other hand, they seem to be
enjoying my embarrassment…I give in, in the end.
My punishment for seeing under Syr’s skirt becomes performing one task—anything she wants me to
do.
“Okay, Bell…Take a nap with your head in my lap.”
“?!”
“That girl, the Sword Princess, Aiz Wallenstein, has done that for you before, hasn’t she?”
Why would she want that?
Wait a minute…How does she know that Aiz…?
“As you know, Bell, Loki Familia are regulars at the bar where I work. Their goddess, Loki, seems to
like us…and she’s quite the talker when drunk, so imagine my surprise when they started talking about the
famous Sword Princess…”
“I’ll do it, okay! You don’t have to say anything else!!”
Sure, it was a while ago, but I remember what was said all too well. My skin flares pink yet again as I
yell at the top of my lungs at Syr’s extremely calculated verbal strikes.
I knew she was a witch!
“Good. Now, then…”

She happily crouches down, bends her knees, and sits on the floor.
Every child in the orphanage is watching her, but she doesn’t care. Getting comfortable, she sticks out
her knees in my direction.
Skin still bright red, I hesitate for a second. She’s looking at me, enjoying the moment and excited
about what comes next—but then a light seems to go on in her head.
She’s thought of something new, but the grin on her lips gives it away. It’s easy to see the gears turning
behind those eyes.
“…Bell, has the Sword Princess ever slept in your lap, by any chance…?”
“N-no, she hasn’t.”
Like that would ever happen! I practically choke on the words as they come out.
She locks eyes with me after my answer, and I swear I see a little twinkle.
A few minutes later…
“Wha-ha-ha…”
“…”
It has come to pass: me sitting on the ground, Syr sprawled out on her back, using my thigh as a pillow.
Her cheeks a bright shade of pink, she nuzzles her nose into my leg.
“Um, are we done yet…?”
“No, not yet.”
I can’t stand all these kids staring at us—it’s like they’re waiting for something to happen. My only
way out of this shame has her head in my lap. I try to bring an end to the humiliation, but my plea is
rejected.
This is a punishment from hell. I serve as Syr’s pillow until my leg goes completely numb.

We play in that church for hours.
Either they run out of energy, or seeing Syr so comfortable with her head in my lap makes the kids
drowsy.
The oldest kids, Lai’s group, decide it’s time for a nap. They lead the rest of the kids up to one of the
rooms on the second floor of the church, yawning all the way.
“How about that, out like a light…”
“Out cold…”
The bedroom on the second floor is just as large as the cafeteria beneath it. The floor is completely
covered with blankets.
Building blocks and old picture books are scattered all over the place. It’s a kid’s playroom in every
sense of the word. I thought that some of the kids might need a bedtime story to get to sleep, but all of them
are off to dreamland at the drop of a hat.
Cuddled up next to one another like a bunch of sardines in a can, the only sound in the room is their
soft breathing.
“…”
“Zzhh…” Syr lightly pats Ruu’s head.
She’s only a little bit older than me, but watching her kneel next to the kids and smile affectionately
makes her look more like a mother. If I didn’t know it was Syr, I’d say she was a saint or even a goddess.

Her silver hair gently brushes across the nape of her neck.
“Shall I put you down for a nap, too, Bell?”
“I’ll, um, pass.”
I blush just as hard as during the “lap nap” incident downstairs, so I hunch over to try and hide my face
as I look away and politely decline. She’s laughing at me again.
“Mr. Cranell, Syr. Both of you must be tired, yes? Leave the children to me and get some rest.”
Maria slowly opens the door and steps inside.
We take her up on the offer. She thanks us again for playing with the kids and sees us off with a short
bow. We quietly close the door behind us and leave the room behind.
“Bell, how about a walk?”
Why would I refuse her invitation? I nod my head.
I follow her through the orphanage’s main chamber and out to the small yard behind the church.
“A garden…?”
“Mother Maria and the children are growing their own vegetables.”
There’s a well and a small fenced-in area behind the building. There’s not much sunlight back here, so
the plants aren’t very big, but I can tell that they’re well taken care of.
Looking up, I see the back garden is surrounded by layer upon layer of square buildings in an almost
random combination. However, there is a patch of blue sky above the labyrinth just overhead.
“Syr…how did you meet Mother Maria and these kids?”
“It was just…a happy accident. I just strolled onto Daedalus Street one day, and…”
There’s a path among the buildings that surround the church’s backyard. We follow it all the way to a
wide road.
Well, a wider road, anyway. It still feels like a back alley would in a different part of the city, except
here there are stairs going up and down in every direction. At the same time, there is quite a bit of rubble
strewn about, as well as the last remaining walls of collapsed buildings jutting into the air.
Maybe it’s because of the bright blue sky, but seeing this isn’t all that depressing. I can’t see or hear
anyone else around, so walking through here with Syr is kind of calming. Even time seems to be passing at
a leisurely pace.
We come to a massive building, probably community housing. The wall facing us is thick and tall,
almost like the side of a distorted castle. Even so, we gradually make our way past while navigating
through the rubble.
“The truth is…I grew up in this slum.”
“!”
“I don’t have a mother or father…so maybe that’s why I can’t leave those children to their fates.”
I turn toward her; she’s looking off into the distance in front of us. I can see only half her face. The eye
in my line of sight is almost completely closed, yet, somehow, twinkling.
Syr grew up dirt poor, as an orphan in this slum—.
This secret I’ve learned shocks me to my core.
She takes a quick glance at me before going into more detail, explaining she comes to Daedalus Street
for the same reasons that Maria chose to open the orphanage.
Once she knew it was there, it had become her routine to visit and interact with the children.
Parents…
I have no memory of my mother and father. I don’t even know what their faces looked like.
What I do know is that they both passed away soon after I was born.
But I don’t think I was ever lonely. All thanks to Gramps…His happiness, his energy always kept up

my spirits.
But…the desire to meet my parents, to hear their voices…I can relate to that feeling.
I’m not all that different from those orphans. They have Maria and Syr to bring light into their lives,
just like Gramps did for me.
“But I I didn’t want you to know, Bell.”
“Oh?”
Step, step, step. I look back in her direction and see her ascending a flight of stairs that leads to the top
of only another pile of rubble.
There’s no path through there; she’s walking on top of the rubble on purpose. “That’s dangerous!” I
call up to her. But she just keeps walking, the hem of her white dress dancing around her legs as she goes.
It’s no use trying to convince her to come down, so I climb up after her.
“What didn’t you want me to know?”
“What I do on days like today. Putting a lot of effort into making lunches, running around with a bunch
of children…It’s embarrassing.”
I step carefully on top of the stone slabs as I follow her. She doesn’t look back when she answers my
question. All I see is her silver hair swaying in the light breeze.
Syr nearly loses her balance when one of the rocks beneath her feet shifts unexpectedly, but she
catches herself in time and keeps walking forward.
“I don’t really care about that…”
“Well, it was embarrassing for me…Although it never was before today.”
Her voice trails off into a whisper. “What did you say?” I call out, asking her to repeat that second
part, when…
“Eeek!”
Her foot falls into a crack in the sea of rubble, and she stumbles forward.
I warned her! There’s no time to yell at her, though—I have to help!
Dashing forward across the stone slabs, I grab hold of her hand and pull her to my chest.
“…”
“…”
“Whew…” Even before her sigh of relief is over…
Her body is pressed against mine, her eyes raised toward me. Our faces are so close that I can feel her
breath.
I can see my white hair and red eyes reflected in her silver ones.
Heat—my skin is heating up all over my body. I can feel her every curve against mine. My cheeks are
boiling. Oh, she’s blushing, too.
This is a side of her I didn’t see at the church—a little flustered. Her true face.
“I…didn’t mean to do that.”
“Of course you didn’t mean to!”
What is this girl saying?
Who in the world would fall like that on purpose?
“S-so embarrassing…”
She steps away from me, hiding her red face in her hands.
Seeing her reaction makes me realize something very important, albeit a bit late.
The reason she came up here, and probably the reason for the lap nap, was because she was ashamed
and wanted to hide her “embarrassment.”
The straight face was all an act. She had to go out of her way to do embarrassing things on purpose

just to put up with her own shame.
“…”
She’s older than me, but this is the first time I’ve seen her act like a girl. It really is strange.
I’ve always seen her as someone who’s got every base covered, always on the ball, as well as polite
and friendly.
But after everything I’ve witnessed and learned today, I don’t think I can see her the same way again.
There are some butterflies in my stomach.
My cheeks flush as I look at her shyness; I’m drawn in by that look on her face.
“…Maybe this is a good thing.”
“?”
A few heavy heartbeats pass in silence on top of the rubble. Syr looks up from her feet.
There’s a carefree smile on her face, cheeks a rosy pink.
“Maybe it was good that you…found out after all. Because it became a happy memory,” she says.
She said that last part without hesitating, even though I can tell she still feels a little awkward.
Now it’s my turn to blush. She puts her fingers to her lips and smiles from ear to ear. That’s real
happiness in her eyes.
I can only open and close my mouth a few times as I look at her beneath the beautiful blue sky.
“ ?”
Suddenly…
We’re being watched.
I’ve recently gotten really good at sensing pairs of eyes focused on me. Reflexes taking over, I spin
and look up.
The upper floors of the “castle” community housing.
A balcony is sticking out of a tower overlooking us. And on it is a black and gray catman.
That guy…I’ve seen him before.
For some reason, his thin frame triggers my memory.
I can’t put my finger on it, but I’m sure we’ve crossed paths somewhere before.
“Bell?”
“!”
I’m facing away from her, and she calls out to me.
“What’s wrong?” She tilts her head to the side. I look back up to the top of the building, but the catman
has disappeared.
“Was somebody there?”
“Yes…I’m pretty sure.”
My voice wavers as I look back and forth between her and the balcony.
Almost as if it was a midday mirage, there’s no trace of the catman. The only thing left on the balcony
is the bright sunshine from overhead.

The sun is starting to go down.
Syr and I were assaulted by a barrage of questions from all the children the moment we got back to
Maria’s Orphanage.
“Where did you go all by yourselves?” Fina led the charge as one kid after another upped the ante with

every question. The two of us somehow manage to hold our own against the avalanche when I hear,
“Would you like to stay for dinner?” Maria invites me to join them.
I don’t want to make the goddess and the others worry…but I can’t ignore the pleading looks on all the
kids’ faces, and there’s Syr’s request to consider. So I decide to grab a quick bite and then get home as
soon as possible.
I never thought that I’d spend my day off playing with a bunch of friendly kids in an orphanage.
I can’t help but grin once I see how happy they are after I agree to stay for dinner. Looks like I’ve got a
bit of time on my hands before it’s ready, though.
“…Hey.”
“?”
Maria and some of the kids have gone into the kitchen to start preparing the food when I feel a pull on
the back of my shirt.
I turn around and see the half-elf Ruu looking up at me with the same blank stare while holding on to
the hem of his shirt.
“What’s up?”
“Here…”
I bend down to his height as he holds out his hand…with three metal coins in his palm.
“O-oi! Ruu.”
“Are you really going to ask?”
“Both of you said you’re worried about it…”
Lai and Fina see us talking and dash over to Ruu’s side.
Ruu’s flat and level tone seems to have answered their questions. Falling silent, they look up at me.
“Um, what’s this…?”
“It’s our…secret stash.”
S-secret stash…?
These three metal coins? A bead of cold sweat runs down the back of my neck as I look at the three
valis in the palm of his hand.
“It’s a reward…Sorry it’s not more.”
Okay, now I’m confused. The androgynous half-elf isn’t done, though.
“Please accept our quest…”
A darkening sky is far overhead.
What’s left of the sun casts us in a dark-red glow as I follow the three children outside and through the
back garden.
“Out here?”
“Yes…Not far.”
The quest they asked me to complete—well, more like a favor—involves the road filled with rubble
that Syr and I walked through earlier this afternoon.
The all-important mission of said quest is to investigate a “mysterious voice” coming from somewhere
around here.
“We keep hearing this weird ‘uwaa…uwaa’ back here!”
“I was sure it was a dog or something like that…but there’s nothing here.”
Lai and Fina tell me about how they walked through here in the middle of the night recently as a test of
courage and heard it firsthand.
Ever since then, they’ve been avoiding this place yet still hear it from time to time. Apparently it’s an

unnerving moan of some kind, and they want to know what’s making it.
I follow their line of sight out over the sea of rubble.
It’s quiet out among the piles of stone and wood, no animals, no nothing…
“……wu…wuaa…”
…I hear it. It’s real.
That has to be this mysterious voice the kids are talking about.
They immediately run to hide behind me even as I strain my ears to try and get a better idea of what’s
out there.
My Status also enhances my senses. Thanks to my sharp ears, it doesn’t take me long to find the spot
where the voice is coming from under the rubble. It’s hard to describe, almost like a cry. I come to a stop
directly on top of it, nerves starting to kick in.
It’s the ruins of an old building, but…there’s no mistake. The voice is coming from directly below my
feet.
“One, two, three…!”
Grabbing hold of the top piece of stone, I start moving rubble out of the way.
The kids sound really impressed. My Level 3 strength allows me to move even the largest stone slabs
and wooden logs out of the way to make a path.
A few minutes later, I take a step back to look at the exposed stone pavement. It matches the rest of the
roads perfectly.
…Wait, isn’t that…?
There’s a stone slab sticking out just above the pavement that looks oddly familiar.
A few days ago, during my escape from the Pleasure Quarter—Lady Ishtar’s home—Haruhime led me
through a series of hidden underground passages. The exits were all hidden by wooden doors and stone
caps that looked exactly like this one.
Sure enough, there’s just enough space between the stone slab and the rest of the road to grab hold.
What’s more, the mysterious voice is definitely coming through it.
Slipping my fingers through the crack, I pull the “door” up off the ground.
“Whoa! That’s awesome…!”
“Is…is this a secret tunnel?”
“You’re amazing, mister…”
I swat the rising dust cloud away from my face as the kids run through the sea of rubble to have a look
for themselves.
Hearing the excitement, curiosity, and admiration in their voices sets my train of thought in motion.
More than likely, this tunnel connects directly to the Pleasure Quarter. And, more important, there’s
something in there at this very moment.
My muscles tense as I silently prepare myself.
It’s the same feeling I get before going into the Dungeon. I control my breathing to center my focus.
For the first time today, I feel like an adventurer.
“You three, and Bell, too! My word, what’re you doing all the way out here?”
Syr’s voice and footsteps sound from the street that leads back to the orphanage.
As bluish darkness covers the sky in the east, she approaches and waves a portable magic-stone lamp
at us.
She’s probably angry because we left through the back exit without telling anyone. But her silver eyes
go wide the moment she sees the open doorway at our feet.
“What is that…?”

“I think it’s an entrance to an underground tunnel. Syr, please keep an eye on them while I check it
out.”
I explain the series of events that led us here before letting her know my plan.
Of course, none of us knows what’s down there, so I should investigate by myself first…or at least that
was the plan.
“I’m coming, too!” “And me…” “It’s…it’s a bit scary, but I…”
The kids want to come with me.
What am I supposed to do? Maybe Syr can help.
“After seeing this, you understand how hard it would be for me to just wait here, don’t you? I’ll be
joining you as well.”
She said it all with a smile.
Well, it’d be a lie to say I don’t understand that feeling…I look back at her, eyes half closed in an
empty gaze, and fight back the urge to sigh. There’s no refusing her at this point.
I agree to let them come along as long as they don’t go off on their own and they promise to stay close
to my side. “We promise!” come three excited voices on top of Syr’s. This is starting to feel like a field
trip.
But no, I have to focus. Taking the portable lamp from Syr, I start down the staircase that leads
underground.
“Whoa…It looks like the Dungeon down here…”
“It’s…very dark…”
“Dusty, too…”
The light from the lamp in my hand cuts through the overwhelming darkness engulfing the stairs.
Stone stairwell, stone walls, stone ceiling…I knew it. This passage looks almost the same as the one I
traveled through with Haruhime. Then it’s almost a sure thing that that estranged architect designed these
tunnels.
Lai is excited, Fina is a little frightened, and Ruu is the same as always. Their voices echo off the
walls as we go farther and farther down. Proceeding as carefully as possible, I catch a glimpse of
something embedded in the stone wall—a lamp. Syr sees it, too. She reaches up and—bzzt! The lamp
comes to life, making a small hum and lighting the tunnel enough for our eyes to adjust.
There are more lamps spaced out at intervals farther down the tunnel. With every step I take, I’m more
and more certain that this is connected to the same path that I took when I ran away from the Pleasure
Quarter.
Then, as the kids’ curiosity is starting to reach its peak…the mysterious cry sounds from deeper in,
louder than ever before. All of us pause to catch our breath.
“Stay quiet.”
With whatever it is making that sound close by, I whisper to the kids to make sure they don’t draw
unwanted attention.
My serious tone must’ve caught them off guard, because all three freeze like statues, their mouths shut
tight. Syr, looking as composed as ever, gives me a quick nod, and I leave the kids to her.
I have allies with me when I go into the Dungeon. Just having them there gives me strength but…I’m
the only one who can fight right now. No matter what happens, I have to protect them.
The Divine Knife is still tucked snugly against my waist. Of course, I don’t have any armor on. My
item pouch…has only the three metal coins I received for accepting this quest. I’m completely unprepared
for a fight.
A sense of the unknown overtakes me. I can’t get this feeling in the Dungeon because it has been

explored by a countless number of my predecessors. Now I’m the one making headway. Fully aware of
my surroundings, I scout ahead to the bottom of the staircase.
“Uwaa…uh…Uhhaa.”
A dark, open space. All I can tell is that I’m in a decently wide chamber and that the noise is coming
from the opposite corner, completely shrouded in black shadows.
—No human or animal makes that sound.
All the muscles in my face tighten as I tell Syr and the kids to wait in the stairwell and shine my light
into the dark corner.
It illuminates the owner of the sound that was neither a howl nor a cry.
“ Uhooo.”
Emerging from the darkness are two curled horns, dark skin, flaming red hair, and a towering body
frame.
The light from my lamp reflects off its golden eyes, making them flash like jewels in the darkness.
Suddenly, I can’t breathe.

Two legs and two arms, just like a Minotaur. This thing making noises—this monster is of the large-
category variety. It springs to its feet with a powerful jump from where it was kneeling on the floor.

“Cover your ears!”
The monster unleashes a wall of sound at the same moment I shout the warning over my shoulder.
“UHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Goose bumps cover my skin as the monster’s fierce howl passes over me.
I have to protect myself. It’s too strong for me to worry about taking care of anyone else.
What the hell is something like this doing underneath the slum? Its bright eyes flash, blood pumping
through its veins and itching for a fight—it charges, the howl’s echoes still shaking the chamber behind it.
I thrust my right arm out in front of the oncoming creature.
“Firebolt!!”
Flaming scarlet bolts blast their way out of my hand and connect with the creature’s torso.
It howls in pain, completely blindsided by my Swift-Strike Magic. It staggers backward amid the
scarlet flames. Now! I draw the Divine Knife and go on the offensive.
I drop the magic-stone lamp at the entrance and use the window created by my magic to get close to
the monster, which is burning like a torch in the middle of the chamber.
“OHU, WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“!”
Its pupil-less eyes flash with murderous intent as it swings a mighty fist directly into my path.
Surprised by its quick reflexes and incredible strength, I duck out of the way and bring my knife to bear. A
dark-purple arc carves through the air.
But it pulls back just in time, my knife cutting through empty air by the slimmest of margins. I see a
look of shock on its face—shock that I somehow managed to dodge its attack. But that disbelief quickly
turns to anger, and it throws another punch. I move once again to engage.
This monster—it’s a barbarian! These things belong in the Deep Zone!
Thanks to the flames of Firebolt, I can finally see its whole body. What I do see delivers yet another
shock to my system.
Standing over two meders tall, it’s a large-category monster—a barbarian.
First spotted on the thirty-seventh floor, the Guild classifies them as Level 3—or even 4!
So what’s it doing here?
Don’t tell me—it’s a leftover from Monsterphilia!

As much as I don’t want to remember, flashes of the time when a Silverback chased me around this
labyrinth fill my mind.
This beast that has managed to elude both adventurers and Guild extermination teams, this unidentified
monster has been lurking underground all this time?
It continues to unleash powerful punches even as my brain endures more surprise and anguish.
Every time one of those massive limbs comes careening toward my head, I dive out of the way and
slice with my jet-black knife. However, its unpredictable movements, coupled with the strength of a
second-tier adventurer—possibly stronger than that—prevent me from getting into point-blank range.
What’s worse, my counterattacks aren’t hitting.
This monster is really, really strong. Every time I think I’ve got a window to strike, the creature either
knocks my knife out of the way or steps out of its path before coming back for more.
It’s like trying to fight a storm. But wait a minute, what’s all that?
It’s covered in blood?
I certainly didn’t inflict those wounds.
The light of its still-burning skin reveals several closed gashes surrounded by streaks of dried blood.
Why would that be?
The barbarian’s glowing yellow eyes become bloodshot. It’s looking at me like I pose the biggest
threat that it’s ever seen. It’s terrified—and it’s trying to kill me with everything it’s got.
It recognizes me as an enemy and continues to dodge my attacks while setting up its own counters. It
knows how to fight using strategy and techniques!
I know this feeling—
I feel like I’m fighting another adventurer—no, not quite.
It’s more like…that one-horned Minotaur.
Rather than relying on instinct and brute strength in battle, this beast is fighting with a sense of self—
My eyes tremble as I see flashes of that phantom of my past. I shake the images out of my mind, plant
my foot, and charge straight in.
One of its massive fists swings right at me, but I jump over it just in time. With its arm out of the way,
I’ve got an open shot at its lower back! I swing my knife as hard as I can.
“ !”
A stream of blood flies as the barbarian’s howl echoes.
“Nice one!”
The effects of the howl must’ve worn off because Lai and the others are poking their heads into the
chamber.
“ ”
Their excited voices in the background, I stand tall in front of the wounded monster as it clutches its
latest injury.
My ears are still ringing from that last roar.
Most of it was just like a regular beast’s howl, but there was also anger, pain, and a hint of sadness to
it.
I’ve never heard a beast’s lamentation before. Words have left me.
What is this monster…?
Anguish in a monster’s howl? And I’m feeling sorry for it?
While I stand there contemplating these strange new emotions, the injured barbarian’s eyes flash yet
again. Its long jaws open as its tongue lashes out.
“Gah!”

It catches me flat-footed, its tongue nailing me right in the chest.
I tried to jump out of the way, but there wasn’t enough time. Since I don’t have any armor, the blow
knocks me off my feet, and I tumble across the cold stone floor.
A long slash of burning pain sears its way across my chest. Focus! I scream at myself for having left
myself that wide open to attack. I finally come to a stop at the opposite end of the chamber, away from the
stairwell entrance. Ignoring the pain all over my body, I climb to my feet.
“Don’t hurt my friend!”
Then I see him.
Lai, inside the chamber, throws a rock at the monster to draw his attention away from me.
“ UHOO.”
The rock hits its target, and the barbarian turns around to face him.
The child freezes in the face of the ferocious monster It sees Lai as another enemy and charges
him.
“NO !”
“OHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
I launch my body at the monster, putting everything I have into stopping the beast, but I won’t make it in
time.
Syr rushes into the chamber and embraces the terrified boy, using her body as a shield.
I thrust my right arm forward, willing the instinct to run away out of my mind, and take a deep breath to
scream at the top of my lungs.
“ UGAA!”
But my flaming lightning never thunders.
Instead, a single silver javelin tears through the air like a comet and punctures a hole straight through
the barbarian’s chest.
“ Ah.”
It doesn’t even have time to let out a dying breath. The monster’s magic stone, along with most of its
rib cage, is gone, leaving a gaping hole. It falls and dissolves into ash.
Whoosh…Thick stillness descends on the chamber that makes everything before feel like an illusion.
The only proof that our battle ever took place is the fact that the drop item Barbarian Skin in the middle of
the pile of ash is charred. Smoke wafts into the air.
Syr and Lai, still planted on the chamber floor, slowly, cautiously, look over their shoulders toward
the entrance. But I can see directly behind them. The figure standing there is clear as day to me in the dim
light. His presence is overwhelming.
Black and gray fur. A short, lithe body line.
He’s the catman I saw earlier this evening.
“…Uh…umm!”
He jumps over Syr and Lai with nary a sound, landing softly in front of the pile of ash, and retrieves
his javelin. I try to say something as I run up to him.
I have to thank him for saving us—all of us.
“Can’t even protect women and children, worthless rodent.”
The pressure coming from his glaring eyes silences me on the spot.
“I…I’m sorry.”
“…”
He’s right. There’s nothing I can say, only apologize as I look at my feet.
If he hadn’t been here, something horrible might’ve happened to Syr and these children that I’d never

have been able to undo. An adventurer has failed the moment he allows average citizens to be exposed to
danger.
The catman ignores me, turning his back as I fall into a vicious spiral of powerlessness and piercing
shame.
He doesn’t say anything as he walks back to the chamber entrance.
“Vana Freya…A top-tier adventurer?!”
Lai silently watches the man walking past and suddenly yells with the most excitement I’ve heard in
his voice all day.
Vana Freya—as in the guy from Freya Familia?
Ishtar Familia collapsed not all that long ago. I was right in the thick of things when it happened, and
this man was one of the adventurers who wiped out that once-powerful familia. He’s awe-inspiring and
intimidating at the same time.
But wait, that reminds me.
His voice…That night after training with Loki Familia’s captain, Aiz Wallenstein, on the city wall, a
cat person attacked her in the middle of the street. The attacker had the same voice.
“…”
He comes to a stop in front of Syr as I gawk at him from behind.
He says nothing, only slightly bows his head before exiting the chamber for good.
Syr stays put but watches him go as a small smile appears on her face.
“S-Syr, are you okay?”
“Bell.”
I still haven’t recovered from the shock, but I rush over to her side to make sure that she and the
children are all in one piece.
I apologize over and over for putting them in this life-threatening situation, even though she smiles and
waves me off, saying it’s fine.
“What’s this, Little Rookie? You need Vana Freya to save you!” Lai doesn’t seem the least bit sorry for
his actions. Those words strike me like a bolt of lightning, send me deeper into that vicious spiral. That
is, until Syr unleashes a tirade of a lecture, her words turning into whips that leave even Fina and Ruu in
tears. I break out in a cold sweat almost immediately.
“Um, Vana Freya…Do you know him?”
“Yes. He’s an adventurer who drops by the bar from time to time.”
We stare at the pile of ash for a few moments before I break the silence. She happily tells me about
one of The Benevolent Mistress’s regular customers. It sounds like they’ve become acquaintances.
“Isn’t he…a little scary…? It was hard to be so close to him. Syr, you’re amazing…”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Actually, he has a really sensitive tongue. Whenever there’s a hot drink in front
of him, he curls up with the mug in his hands and blows on it until the steam goes away. It’s really cute
when he does that.”
The words flow from her mouth easily; she giggles to herself as if she’s remembering that image.
She just used the word cute to describe a top-tier adventurer…Is Syr secretly a powerhouse or just
plain naive?
I force a smile.
“Does this mean the quest is over…?”
“Ah, yeah, I think so. Nothing else seems out of place…”
“I’ve never been so scared.”
Ruu tugs at my arm. The two of us take a quick look around the chamber, checking every dark corner.

Fina lets her shoulders relax, a deep breath slowly flowing out of her lungs.
Just to be sure, I grab the magic-stone lamp and do a lap around the chamber, thoroughly checking
every nook and cranny. I discover a connecting tunnel at the other end, but it’s caved in. The only other
exit to the chamber is the stairwell that we uncovered, so probably the monster didn’t have anywhere else
to go. So the cries we heard were because it was trapped, or maybe…
It might be a good idea not to get carried away. I’ll let the Guild know the next time I’m there and let
them worry about it.
After making sure the children promise never to come back this way—Syr’s silent smile is scaring Lai
and the other two half to death, so I’m sure they won’t—we go back up the stairs, place the stone slab
back over the entrance, and stamp it down tight.
It’s already nighttime, the starry night here to greet us now that we’re all back on the surface.
I’m sure that Maria is worried about us by now…
Wait, isn’t…?
The children run circles around us, recounting their first adventure as we walk back to the orphanage.
Syr’s at my side as something important comes into my head.
Vana Freya…Isn’t Freya Familia fighting outside the city walls right now?
I take a look at the moon overhead, wondering if something has happened.

“How fares the battle?”

A silver-haired goddess asked as she walked around inside a tent illuminated by magic-stone lamps.
Thirty kirlos due east from Orario, a beautiful starry night spread out over Freya Familia’s forward
base.
The few followers accompanying her huddled around a boiling pot, ladling soup into their bowls.
Meanwhile, Freya removed her robe and gave it to a human girl inside the largest tent in the facility.
“Thank you, Helen,” said the goddess as her follower gave a deep bow before leaving the tent.
The goddess took a seat upon her throne and looked up at an exceptionally large boaz, Ottar. He
opened his mouth to speak.
“Enemy formations are in pieces. Hedin, Grale, and our most powerful fighters are pursuing their
broken ranks individually. Signal flares have been spotted, so one can only assume they have captured
their targets.”
“We should have done this from the start.”
Driving Rakia’s forces away from the city had been only a waste of time. Freya said she regretted not
rounding them up all at once as she leaned back into the ornate chair.
Having a tremendous penalty levied against her by the Guild, she couldn’t ignore their orders to
remain on the battlefield at all times during the invasion. To the Goddess of Beauty, it was one big hassle.
“This might be one minor detail, but the enemy soldiers seem to be shaken, restless. Perhaps
something has happened?”
“It’s the work of Loki Familia, after they left us to do the dirty work. They must’ve succeeded.”
The goddess wasted no time in responding to Ottar’s observation.
Freya picked up a glass of wine from the round table next to her chair and brought it to her lips. At that
moment, a catman appeared at the entrance of the large tent.
“Pardon the intrusion.”

“Welcome back, Allen. I do hope your time away from the battlefield has been restful.”
Allen Fromel—whose gods-assigned title was Vana Freya—made a polite bow as Freya showed her
appreciation for his return.
He came to a stop next to Ottar directly in front of his goddess, answering politely yet retaining a
sharp tone to his voice.
“That it was. However, that girl of yours left the bar…and I lost the better part of two days keeping an
eye on her.”
Allen’s voice was laced with agitation as he continued speaking to Freya.
“If your Ladyship would issue a direct order, one telling her not to wander off on her own…it would
be greatly appreciated.”
Freya set her wine back on the table, a grin on her lips.
“Hee-hee, surely Syr is grateful for your actions?”
“…”
“Didn’t she smile at you?”
Allen closed his mouth and fell silent. There was nothing he could say to that.
However, his usual cold, emotionless expression was lined with a very faint shade of pink. The long
tail emerging from his waist twitched side to side.
In very much the same way a teenager would deny interest in the opposite gender, the young man
endured the embarrassment.
The boaz said nothing as he watched his ally put up with the light teasing.
“Got a staring problem, Ottar?”
“…”
“I’m nobody’s clown! Scram, would you?”
Allen’s face flushed red as he told off the giant man. Ottar, however, didn’t even flinch.
Standing over two meders tall, Freya Familia’s commander listened to his subordinate’s wishes and
stepped outside the tent.
The catman gritted his teeth as he watched Ottar’s boulder-like shoulders slip through the cloth door.
“Hee-hee-hee…” Freya covered her mouth with her fingertips, enjoying the spectacle of her two
followers’ one-sided argument. Allen blushed even darker as he hunched over and turned to face his
goddess once again.
Once her laughter had dissipated, Freya picked up her wineglass and took another sip.
“I’d love to return to Orario as soon as possible. On the other hand, I rarely leave the city anymore.
This might be a great chance to just go and see what there is to see.”
“…For you, My Lady, I would gladly become your chariot. Tell me where you would like to go and I
shall take you there.”
“My my, so dependable.”
Freya made an offhanded remark about traveling, since they were already outside the city, but Allen
took it as more than the musings of a goddess and swore to become her legs if need be.
The unquestioning loyalty of her follower brought a smile to Freya’s lips.
“Allen. Have you seen Ahnya?”
“I’ve already severed all ties with that simpleton.”
“No, we can’t have that. She’s the only sibling, the only family you’ve got, yes? I didn’t separate you
from her just to be cruel.”
“……Fine, then.”
The catman let a few moments pass before responding, and even then, he didn’t appear enthusiastic

about the idea as he nodded to her.
“Such a problem child,” said Freya with a grin before drinking the last of her wine.
Her eyes shone like the moon in the night sky far overhead.

“Ah! She’s back, meow!”
The first thing she heard through the door was Ahnya’s excited voice.
The sunlight was just beginning to warm the streets of the city. Syr, in her waitress uniform, watched
as all the other staff members came to greet her with smiles on their faces.
“I’m back, everyone.”
“Meow, there’s so much work to do because you’ve been gone so long, meow! We’re going to work
your fingers to the bone to teach you a lesson, meow!”
“Chloe, the work yet to be completed only remains because you missed your shift. That punishment
should be yours.”
“I was getting so worried because you’d been gone so long. So, where’d you go?”
“Sorry, Runoa, but it’s a secret.”
Syr turned to Runoa to respond, holding a finger up to her lips, as Chloe and Lyu broke into an
argument next to them.
The happy smile on the city girl’s face made Runoa moan. “Still…?”
“…Meow? Something happened with the boy?”
“What?”
“Mee-hee-hee, with that good mood, you look like a love-struck young lady, meow.”
There was no fooling Chloe’s eyes and instincts. The young catgirl giddily swished her tail side to
side and stepped closer.
Syr cupped her burning cheeks with her hands, unable to keep the grin off her face.
The staff members all smiled in unison with twinkles in their eyes, as if they’d discovered something
juicy, when the owner of the bar, a dwarf named Mia, appeared on the other side of the counter.
“Ya sure ya’re ready ta come back?”
“Yes…I’m fine, now.”
Mia took a look at the silver eyes staring up at her and said, “Then stop yer dillydallyin’ an’ get ta
work.” She huffed through her nose and turned her back.
“Same goes fer the lot o’ ya!” With that, the rest of the staff members quickly returned to what they
should be doing to get The Benevolent Mistress ready for business.
Syr still had the same smile on her face as she went to hang the OPEN sign on the front door to start the
day.
“—Thank you for coming to The Benevolent Mistress. Welcome.”
The city girl smiled to greet the day’s first customers as they walked to the front door.