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

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Despite being a beautiful young woman, she wore a perverted expression, her face flushed and her breath coming in gasps.

The indoor air conditioning and lighting sensed a change in the environment, and the lights became brighter.

Katya probably felt something similar when the Miku singer she had been chasing for years came to life and appeared in her own room.

"It actually descended upon me... *gulp*, that's amazing. As a cosplay, the level of completion is just too high."

"I've examined your mind; you're the kind of person society calls a lolicon, aren't you?"

Hertanid showed fear for the first time.

"You humans value appearances too much, don't you? It's just a shell. You find this posture more acceptable, so I thought I'd talk to you in this posture. But seeing you like this, it seems I'll have to change it..."

"No, this is fine! This is my lifelong request, let it stay this way! I'll offer you both bananas and a bed without hesitation."

Katya, panting heavily, snapped photos of Hertanid—the magical girl who looked like Elulu—with her camera.

In particular, Hertanid's unconscious gesture of crossing her arms in front of her chest while thinking highlighted her flat chest covered by her swimsuit.

Katya had an urge to pick him up.

So cute!

"Hmm... I understand your sincerity. I'll keep it this way. But I've just merged with your magic and need time to adjust. I really want to sleep."

"Please let me take a few more pictures! Please, could you please change into this one too, just like this one?"

Katya took out a figurine of Elulu sitting on a stool wearing a skirt.

Now I completely understand what Sirocco meant by "she" and "be gentle".

Thank you, Sirocco!

You're the best!

"I'm not your dress-up doll..."

Hertanid's troubled expression revealed a hint of disdain, but she still obediently did as Katya said, imitating the figure's appearance and changing into a new Lolita dress.

68. Reconciliation, the patient

Sunday, May 4.

The weather was sunny, and the sky was spotless, a flawless azure blue.

“I apologize for the fact that my attitude towards you has not been very good these days and that has made you uncomfortable.”

Brid bowed gracefully to Sirocco, her orange ponytail cascading down, revealing her delicate white neck that trembled slightly.

"I don't feel any discomfort! Look up quickly, I forgive you, it's okay."

At a pavilion in the lakeside park, quite a few elderly people were already out for their morning exercise. They kept glancing in this direction, making Sirocco feel like he had done something wrong.

"You...you really forgive me?"

"What forgiveness or not? I've never been angry with you!"

"That means you haven't forgiven me..."

"I forgive you, I forgive you, please lift your head up."

Sirocco urged her repeatedly, and finally Brid raised her head.

Two weeks later, when I met Brid's resolute gaze, I felt that she had become even more alluring.

My heart is beating a little fast. Is this what they mean by distance making the heart grow fonder?

To ease the tension, Sirocco randomly brought up a topic:

"Your bowing posture, I have to say, I always feel like you're very good at it?"

“I practiced for two hours yesterday. Give me some more time and I can do even better.”

"Don't practice this kind of pointless stuff..."

This also shows how sincere her apology was.

Sirocco simply couldn't do anything about Brid.

He simply doesn't understand it.

Why does he suddenly want to make up with me again? He's gotten used to that feeling of keeping his distance...

"Then can you tell me why you wanted to keep your distance from me before?"

Upon hearing this, Brid blushed and turned her face slightly away.

"...I don't really want to say."

“…”

Eh? What happened?

Sirocco was completely bewildered by the sudden shyness and cuteness.

Is there some unspeakable secret behind this?

I don't think I added any spices when I cooked for you.

Sirocco racked his brains trying to figure out what he had done to Brid.

It seems that it all started that night when she came to visit my home?

In other words... what did Hill do, sister?

But Sirocco refused to believe it.

That was his beloved and cherished younger sister; he didn't want to doubt Hill.

Forget it.

Let's just let this matter rest.

As long as my master-disciple relationship with Brid exists, there will be no special circumstances between us.

“But there’s one thing I can say.” Brid patted her slightly heaving chest.

"I made a good friend. Thanks to her words, I finally decided to become friends with you, Sirocco."

Brid seemed to have come to terms with it, but she still asked Sirocco with a somewhat bewildered tone:

"We're friends, right?"

Uh, how should I put it.

It's amazing that Brid can say something like that so seriously.

Even though he knew she meant well, Sirocco still felt very embarrassed.

Is this what they mean by "sincerity" being the ultimate weapon?

Sirocco responded quickly:

"of course."

Brid nodded:

"Then could you please make me some breakfast?"

"my pleasure."

Although I don't know who that good friend is, that person really did repair his relationship with Brid.

Well, it's pretty good, isn't it?

—Encountering a competitive eater—

"Well?"

For no apparent reason, this sentence popped into Sirocco's mind.

That was a line from a message sent by Beren back in the dungeon.

Wait a moment.....

At the same time, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Could this so-called good friend be Beren?

"Is the person you're talking about named Gvina?"

Brid opened her eyes slightly.

"Wow, that's amazing! How did you know?"

"Because the white coat is my XP, I remembered the name of the female nurse in the infirmary."

In the game, Brid never had any contact with Beren.

Because Brid loves exercising, she's very healthy. The chances of her getting seriously injured are mostly in dungeons, and besides, with Kolsi, the [Priest], around, she basically has no chance of running into Beren at the infirmary.

it should be no problem?

Anyway, this isn't the first time such a small butterfly effect has occurred.

Hope it's okay.

"Sirocco, are you alright? Your dark circles are really bad. I brought some mint lemon tea."