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

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I knocked twice on the door, and I heard the sound of things being quickly arranged and tidied up inside.

"Please come in."

Upon hearing this reply, Shilock went into the infirmary.

Beren sat in the swivel chair, a flawless professional smile on her face.

"It's you...."

Upon discovering it was Sirocco, her expression instantly fell, becoming speechless and revealing a hint of disgust.

"Did something good happen to you? You look so cute today."

Like a model's figure, she usually wears a white coat under a sweater, but now she's wearing a stylish and simple black knitted turtleneck sweater, and her jeans have been replaced with a pencil skirt. The black tights covering her legs emphasize her long legs, and her absolute territory is faintly visible.

Let alone playing for a year, Sirocco is confident he can lick her legs until they break.

"...Don't get me wrong, I'm not wearing this for you."

"I haven't said anything yet."

Suppressing his excitement, Sirocco revealed a playful expression.

"Well...."

A blush crept onto Beren's face, and she bit her lip, seemingly unwilling to give up. She simply changed the question:

"The bet isn't settled yet, and I haven't agreed to a date. What are you doing here?"

"Whether I go on a date or not doesn't affect my coming to the infirmary."

"...Have you been treating this place like your own home lately? You've been coming here way too often. Even if you're pretending to be a girl, it's impossible for you to have your period every day."

"Because I want to see you... is that not allowed...?"

As he spoke, Sirocco closed his eyes slightly, appearing lonely.

"How could it not work!" Beren almost blurted out.

What was that! He exuded an ethereal, dreamlike aura—the kind that made you want to protect him with all your might and hold him tight.

"Sirocco...you didn't use any strange items, did you...?"

"?"

"Ugh, really, I know, hurry up and come in, the air conditioning is escaping with the door open."

That guy Priest, is it really okay to let students skip class like this all the time? You and I are both teachers, right...?

Beren turned away in despair, walked to the sink, and picked up two cups from the cabinet.

Sirocco closed the door and sat down on a bed.

"I'll just have some instant coffee; I brought coffee powder with me."

"Who asked you?"

Despite saying that, Beren still took the small packet of instant coffee powder from Sirocco's hand and then started boiling water.

“I’m telling you, you always skip class to come here, aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to keep up with your studies and graduate?”

"If the goal is to graduate, there's no problem."

Sirocco thanked Beren and accepted the coffee she offered.

"Really? Then let me test you."

Is there a prize for answering correctly?

"No."

"That's it."

"Stop rambling. I'm starting to ask now: In what year was Granada named?"

"It was named after the founder of Benor Company on December 21, 1905, and has been used ever since."

"Hmm...you answered pretty quickly. Next, what major historical events happened at Droy Station?"

"In 1971, the smallest 'Gates of Heaven' was opened, and the spellcaster has been imprisoned in the tuner's special prison ever since."

Beren was a beat too slow to react.

"You even know this? Most people would answer that it's the terminus of the railway... Sirocco, I didn't realize you actually knew a thing or two."

"Of course, hurry up and worship me."

"Don't get carried away with success."

Beren pinched Sirocco's face.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

"Your skin feels even better than mine, it's so full of collagen..."

Well, if Beren asked a few more questions, Sirocco was confident he could answer them fluently.

The teacher taught mostly dungeon knowledge from the game, which Sirocco had already memorized perfectly.

Although he also teaches the relevant knowledge for the center's exams, he was a corporate slave who had only graduated from university for half a year in his previous life, so he was very familiar with that knowledge.

"So you believe me now? I'll rest for a bit; I still have to go to the underground city this afternoon."

Because I stayed up all night on Saturday the day before yesterday, and yesterday I practiced scalpels with Cass until the afternoon, I didn't get much rest.

Sirocco came here specifically to catch up on his sleep.

"You really consider this your room?!"

Beren sighed, picked up her coffee, sat back in her swivel office chair, and spun around twice.

Sirocco lay in bed resting, contemplating his next plan.

Yesterday afternoon, I met with Cass at the monster spawn point in Zone D of the first level of the dungeon.

Cass cried and asked himself why he had blocked him, leaving Sirocco speechless.

I blocked you and then added you back to my friend list in less than 10 minutes, there's no need to get so worked up...

As expected, the young girl that Cass "committed a crime" to obtain was indeed the manifestation of the Demon Blade. Now that they have merged, the Demon Blade is dormant in Cass's magic, at least it doesn't have to carry this conspicuous sword all the time.

To be honest, it deviates from the game again.

While the Demon Blade does possess transformation abilities, it won't transform into a Pretty Cure according to Kas's preferences... Sirocco has become quite accustomed to these discrepancies and is no longer surprised by them.

However, to be fair, Cass's sword is a loli or something, which gives him a bit of a harem protagonist vibe, so at least he did something that fits the character's setting.

Sirocco originally wanted to see Hertanid in person.

The horrific combination of rotting flesh and organs depicted in the game is even more impactful than that in Saya no Uta. What would it be like in reality? Sirocco was very interested.

However, Cass said that she had stayed up very late with him last night and was catching up on sleep, so she did not want to show up.

Upon hearing this explanation, Sirocco looked at Cass with the same eyes one would use to look at a criminal.

After all, Khatanid was turned into a young girl by Cass, and Cass, a perfectly healthy high school student, said this young girl stayed with him until late...?

Cass quickly defended himself, saying he had only taken some photos.

The atmosphere of crime has intensified.

The identity of Hertanid, the Demon Blade, is that of an insect that connected the various layers of the Tree of Life at the beginning of the dungeon's origin.

It shouldn't be called an insect, but rather a creature that lives on the Tree of Life.

Besides the interesting effects, she also has the potential to grow; depending on the materials given to her, she will transform into different forms.

Don't worry about the knife's durability; you can feed it human flesh to restore it. However, feeding it regular food is fine too, but bananas are the best choice.

This sword will accompany Cass until the very end.

You should cherish it, Cass.

If I'm not around one day, this sword will be the best thing to save you.

Since Cass's level has already reached a safe level, at this stage we can even let him trigger some minor side quests and help Brid and Corcy level up.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances...

Ideally, Cliff would simply not show up, thus winning without a fight, and he could go on a date with Beren that very morning.

This afternoon, as agreed, I'll take my sister to wander around the first floor of the dungeon, and then just lie down until May 7th when the duel ends.

There will be a period of calm after the duel ends, but we cannot let our guard down then.

At the time, Cass was specifically instructed to obtain a totem from an orc corpse in a room of the underground ruins. This totem was the key needed to solve a major event.

Take advantage of this lull before that major event happens to practice as much as possible. My hand isn't strong enough to make me complacent...

Thinking about all these random things, in a daze, Sirocco closed his eyes.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class, and Sirocco groggily opened his eyes.

A glance at the clock on the wall of the infirmary revealed that it was already the end of the second period, and the cafeteria should be open for lunch.

"Why don't you just sleep until the afternoon? Wouldn't that be better?"

Upon waking up, I would see Belen's silhouette at work and hear her seemingly complaining and sarcastic remarks.