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

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"Hahaha... Sirocco, your guess is quite interesting."

Although it doesn't really matter to me whether it's true or false, as long as the land I live in is peaceful and harmonious, that's enough.

As they walked side by side, Sirocco reflected on their mission.

Previously, Cass and his team had been exploring areas within their capabilities.

Even in the previous Maple Garden, there was that healing lake to fall back on, so there was no need to worry about dying.

But this time is different.

For example, if Mute has a different idea, he might accidentally kill Cass.

For example, in the underground ruins where Cass entered, where teleportation crystals couldn't be used, the monsters were all far stronger than him.

If he had made even the slightest mistake at that time, the item would have been lost.

I really put Cass at a huge risk.

but...

Sirocco glanced at the sword sheath slung over Cass's shoulder, revealing the flesh-colored hilt of the sword—

The Demon's Blade.

The adventure was worth it.

Seeing Sirocco looking at his sword sheath, Cass asked, "..."

"Sirocco, is this disgusting sword really that valuable? If you don't mind, I'll give it to you. I don't want to use it."

"You gave her the banana, right?"

"Her? Uh, right, wasn't it you, Sirocco, who made her do this?"

Has she eaten?

"...have eaten."

“That’s right. She has already acknowledged that you are the only holder, so I can’t use this sword.”

However, it's okay to borrow it occasionally to wave around a bit.

"Hey... this sword is too casual. I just arranged a bunch of bananas as you said."

Cass looked disgusted.

Blame the production team.

Seriously, disgusting...?

There are subtle differences from the game again.

Sirocco remembers that Kass said this sword was really cool when he got it in his first and second playthroughs.

He first looked at the watch, which showed 00:27.

So it wasn't long ago?

Sirocco recalled that several hours had passed when he was being chased by those red phantoms.

It's earlier than scheduled, that's perfect.

"Cass, let's talk about the sword tomorrow. Would you like some coffee?"

"Tomorrow? Coffee is fine, as long as it's not milk tea... I'm pretty tired anyway. But I can have a cup to celebrate my birthday."

Actually, Cass felt a little regretful.

The goal was achieved on the first night.

We didn't get to camp at all.

I bought a large tent with a monster-avoidance barrier, but Sirocco also brought a sleeping bag, so there was absolutely no chance for accidental physical contact...

The main reason was that he couldn't kiss her, and thinking about this made Cass feel disappointed, and his shoulders slumped.

"Great, then it's decided. But we need to finish a few small things first."

"...Sirocco, you're not planning something bad again, are you?"

Cass was initially quite happy to spend more time with Sirocco tonight, but seeing Sirocco's malicious smile, he probably guessed that Sirocco would ask him to do something.

There's really nothing you can do against him.

"It's nothing, really nothing. We have plenty of time, let's go to the 'Moonlight Bridge' coffee shop, I'll tell you on the way."

During their conversation, the two arrived at Sirocco and used their mobile phones to hail a taxi directly.

"'Moonlight Bridge'?"

Upon hearing the name of the coffee shop, Cass remembered.

It has the same name as the coffee shop where Cole works.

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00:35 am.

At the end of the day, Corsi organizes the shelves, counts the raw materials, and also cleans the premises.

She wore a white women's blouse and a dark brown vest dress that reached below her knees, with a long apron tied over the dress.

Her glossy, dull pink hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head, which not only highlighted her snow-white neck but also made it easier for her to work.

"Corcy, you can go back and rest first. Leave the rest to me."

The female shop owner, Anile, appeared silently from the door inside the bar.

She is physically strong and works out regularly.

"It's alright, Auntie. I'm happy to do this. I'm also happy to see the shop clean. All that's left is to lock the door. You can go back now, Auntie."

"I was the one advising you, but now it's you advising me... I haven't seen you sit down once all day except for mealtimes."

"it does not matter."

Corcy responded with a gentle smile in a moderate voice.

"I'll give you a little extra pay today. Here are the keys, remember to lock the doors and windows, for the safety of the shop and for your own safety."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Corsi, Anelle compromised.

She knew that explorers' physical condition was different from that of ordinary people, but she didn't expect them to be able to work around the clock for so long.

However, she actually thought her niece was quite strange.

For example, right now...

"Corcy, the newly purchased coffee beans can be moved into the warehouse with the staff tomorrow. You don't need to move them by yourself."

"It's alright, Auntie, please let me move it."

"No, put it down."

Anelle saw that Corsi was sweating profusely and breathing erratically.

She sensed that Corcy was physically exhausted, but she herself seemed to be enjoying herself.

She's always like this at work; she's always the first to do the heavy physical labor. If a customer breaks a glass, she'll pick it up with her bare hands, and her bloody hands will scare the customer...

She has some masochistic tendencies.

He smiled shyly, but he was a strange person.

In short, after giving Colesie repeated instructions, Anelle left the store.

As Corcy watched her aunt ride away on her motorcycle, all that remained for her to do in the shop was lock the front and back doors.

"I still couldn't give it my all today."

What she likes is the feeling of giving it her all.

This made her and Brid get along well, although there was a slight difference: Brid exercised in a more moderate way.

Colesie, however, pushed herself to the limit, keeping herself busy so she could forget the unpleasant memories.

Corcy gripped the carved, patterned doorknob, preparing to lock the door.

Just as the door was about to close, someone walked into the coffee shop.

"Excuse me, sir, we've already closed for the night. Please..."

Come again tomorrow.

I didn't get to finish my sentence.

The moment she saw the other person, Corsi's face darkened instantly.

His black hair was parted in the middle, and his small eyes scrutinized every inch of Corsi's body, as if he wanted to lick her entire body.

"You don't necessarily have to order coffee when you come to a coffee shop; you can just ask the waiter for coffee, right?"

Norius said, tugging at his collar.

61. Fear, escape, Corcy