How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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"Why are you suddenly asking this? Sirocco, you're not thinking of harassing someone..., are you...?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm a gentleman. I heard from Cass that her family's coffee shop is doing well. The fact that she didn't message you to complain means business isn't too busy. I'd like to go and check it out."

Why bother with all that nonsense? We could have just gone directly there.

Sirocco knew that his words were full of holes.

This at least confirms that Corcy did not immediately tell Bridt about her unfortunate experience last night, indicating that Corcy's mental state remains resilient.

Then we don't need to send Bridgman out for now; let her help with psychological counseling.

"Yeah, that's good."

Brid's attitude softened somewhat, and she poured herself a cup of tea, sipping it slowly.

“…Bride, you should visit her at the coffee shop sometime.”

"I'm not good at drinking coffee, but I'll go when I have time."

So what if he doesn't like coffee? What's with all this talk about being good at it or not? Do you think this is sword practice?

Sirocco took out the white towel stored in the ring and wiped his sweat, then covered his head with the towel.

Watching a beautiful girl drink tea is such a treat.

Through the gap in the towel, Sirocco watched his childhood sweetheart drink tea.

After finishing her tea, Bridl seemed to remember something:

"By the way... Sirocco, let me show you the results of my practice over this period of time."

He looked eager to try.

Bridal is the kind of person who admires asceticism, so it's normal for her to want to show off her success.

"The results of the practice? I'm not really interested in seeing them."

"...I see..."

Brid's voice sounded somewhat disappointed.

"Just kidding, just kidding, I really want to see! What kind of practice results are you referring to?"

Upon hearing this, Bridt perked up:

"Talent, now I can barely control the speed of stacking within 50 meters."

"5.50 meters?!"

"Yeah, that's pretty impressive, isn't it? The practice point you mentioned is really effective. I've been practicing it for a long time."

As she spoke, Brid walked to a narrow, open space, preparing to use her talent.

In just a few weeks, one can master the speed of their talent to 50 meters.

According to Cass, she used to just charge headlong into the forest, which easily resulted in her getting injured.

...This achievement...!

Too normal.

It perfectly matches the growth rate in the game.

Sirocco spent too much time with Kass, which made him think that everyone around him was a chosen one.

Sirocco watched as Brid activated her talent, rushing from one end to the other at such speed that it created afterimages in the air and left some scratches on the ground (sorry to the city maintenance workers).

"How is it, Sirocco?"

"Yes, very good. From initially charging recklessly to now being able to control the turns to a certain extent, I think that's already quite impressive."

A slight smile curved Brid's lips as she clenched her fist in delight.

"Sirocco, you too, getting stronger requires patience, you can't expect to reach the sky in one step."

Sorry, but I was just thinking about taking shortcuts to get ahead.

After all, it's a numerical world with a hierarchical system.

But Sirocco still agreed with Brid's words.

While the higher-ranking side certainly has more options, unexpected situations can arise in actual combat, requiring experience and skill to overcome them.

Cass is a good example.

Despite the significant level difference, he managed to hold out against Myot for over ten seconds solely through his talent and combat skills...

Compared to Brid, Sirocco was certain that Cass's learning and growth rate was absolutely abnormal.

Even though his level was higher than Brid's, Sirocco still responded humbly:

"Please continue to discipline me, Ms. Bridgman."

"Yeah, me too. From now on, we'll be good friends who exercise together and help each other..."

cuckoo-

Brid calmly touched her belly:

"Sirocco, I'm sorry, could you cook for me? We've run out of food at home today."

"You're actually acting all embarrassed..."

"Then let's go to my house, Sirocco."

"Okay, but it's almost noon now, I'll go buy some groceries first. You can pay for them."

"Sure, since it was my request. I'll come with you and help carry your things."

The way she said it made it sound like the dish was so heavy it could crush me.

I'm not that fragile. Although I've been working out hard, my muscles haven't grown; instead, my skin quality is getting better and better...

The slightly chilly morning air gradually dissipated, leaving behind a pleasant breeze.

The two walked and chatted casually as they headed to a nearby convenience store.

"Sirocco".

"Hmm?"

"I've noticed recently that you've really changed."

"Actually, I've never changed; you just haven't noticed my strengths."

"You wouldn't have been so cunning before."

"I'm just telling the truth."

"But to me, you've changed. You've become more caring towards others, more willing to give your all for your goals... This is who you are..."

In the dappled sunlight of spring, as she strolled along the somewhat crowded sidewalk, even the throng couldn't overshadow Brid's serene smile:

"I don't hate it."

That precious smile made Sirocco feel like he'd struck gold.

"What you said is true, and I admit I'm popular, but why did you suddenly say that...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the ring surface of the Sirocco vibrated slightly.

They really know how to pick their timing.

I wondered who it was, the timing was so perfect, and when I opened it, I realized it was the main character.

Cass posted a strange picture:

A young girl with silver hair in a ponytail who looks very tired.

She yawned with her fair little hand near her mouth, wearing a white Lolita lace dress, sitting on the bed sheet in a duck-like position. The shot was taken from above, and the composition was very skillful.

This little girl looks very familiar.

Oh right, I remember now.

Pretty Cure Eluru.

This is what the protagonist, who is clearly a magical girl, looks like, yet uses a greatsword to physically exorcise demons.

The level of cosplay is too high. The young girl in the photo looks natural with no signs of filters or photo editing.

Accompanied by an equally inexplicable line:

Thank you, Sirocco!

Includes several emojis expressing excitement and enthusiasm.

Sirocco replied: I have nothing to say to criminals. I advise you to turn back before it's too late.

Blacklist Kasla.

70. Sirocco lay down.

Monday, April 4th.

As soon as the third period ended in the morning, Sirocco arrived at the infirmary on time, just like clocking in for work.