Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 168.2
Celeshura grinned at Elena’s question.
Two of Rainbow Sword members… Samantha, the other one, and Celeshura have been friends for more than fifty years, trying to kill each other on the battlefield on several occasions. They were enemies at the time, but because they were enemies, they at least understand that they would not be the ones to abandon their friends.
And Celeshura–
(Seriously, do I even have to bring her back from the land of the demons, you stupid girl…)
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The port city of the Khalfaan Empire was known as a picturesque place with square, whitewashed buildings.
The crest on the Sail of a huge sailing ship entering the port early in the morning was the crest of the Melrose family, the great nobility of the Kingdom of Claydale, a family still respected as a royal family by a country that values tradition.
Even though it was early in the morning, the port was busy with merchant vessels and other vessels, and a small boat from the Administration Bureau, which had started moving hurriedly, led the party of adventurers to the port first.
“We’re finally here!”
One man of medium height and medium build stands tall, his body crackling here and there after the month-long boat ride.
He was not very distinctive in appearance and looked to be in his early to mid-thirties, but his actual age was close to forty, and his gestures were even older than his actual age.
“Viro is an ‘uncle,’ isn’t he?”
“I don’t want Mira to tell me that.”
“…Haah?”
Even a Forest Elf who was over a hundred years old looks about twenty years old on the outside, and if she grew up in the forest, she wouldn’t be so worn out on the inside either. But Mira, who had lived in the land of the human race for more than a hundred years, had become an “auntie” on the inside, as if her appearance was a fraud.
“Stop playing around and get ready to get off the bus. Don’t be lazy.”
They glared at each other, and Dalton, the leader, let out a sigh of exasperation. He, too, was a Mountain Dwarf over one hundred years old, but he was more distinguished than his age by his height of over one hundred and eighty centimeters, unlike dwarves who were usually said to be around one hundred and sixty centimeters tall.
Beside him, a large man of the human race, who was even taller than him, was smiling at the exchange between his companions, fully armed with light metal armor and a great sword of magical steel on his back.
“Have both Dalton and Feld already made their preparations?”
“There was the matter with Her Highness the Princess, but Aria is Viro’s disciple, right? Aren’t you feeling a little more impatient about her or something?”
“I don’t know about that girl… but, there’s no point in worrying about her.”
Viro scratched his head uncomfortably at Feld’s exasperated voice.
After all, she had been his apprentice since she was seven years old, more than five years ago, and they had done a lot of things together, so they trusted each other enough not to worry about each other.
As for Feld, Aria was a subtle presence. She was both a companion and a good-looking girl who caught his eye, and at the same time he felt she was like a sister he should protect.
If either her appearance or her words and actions were the same as her actual age, she could be treated as a child, but because of her behavior and dependability, she could be misunderstood from her actual age.
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