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

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Turning around, she saw the black-haired girl, whose gender had been mistaken by Corsi, holding a ring watch with flower stickers on it.

"This is... my ring watch?"

The other person casually tossed the watch into Corcy's hand and turned to leave.

"Um, wait a minute! Thank you for helping me tonight! I work at Moonlight Bridge Coffee Shop, come over sometime!"

The departing figure raised its right arm and waved, gradually disappearing into the distance.

“What a strange person…”

The watch in my palm still retained the warmth of the other person's body heat.

65. The night is not over yet, and I cannot fall asleep tonight.

1:10 AM.

Sirocco finally returned to his room at home, took off his coat, and collapsed onto the bed.

Corcy had Cass send her back to the coffee shop; she lived in the small attic on the third floor of the shop.

Sirocco lit up the ring watch screen and sent a message to Cass—

—Byd, why did you tell Corcy I was a woman?—

—I think this way you can better conceal your identity. If you don't want to, you can just be honest.—

—I had my reasons for not revealing my identity to Corcy—

—Sirocco, you used to be like this too. I've noticed that when you're with girls, you either walk away or isolate yourself. Is something wrong? I can help you—

It sounds like Cass wants to repair his relationships with those around him.

"Uh...."

Sirocco simply sent an emoji to get by.

So Cass figured it out after all.

That makes sense. After two weeks and spending so much time together, it would be strange if Cass couldn't tell.

He really is a good person; most people wouldn't like to chat with a girl while being a third wheel.

Sirocco removed the ring watch and tossed it aside, too lazy to argue with Cass.

In any case, he is in a very good mood now.

He stared at the ceiling, reflecting on the past.

Noris, who used to be so aggressive towards him in class, now runs away like a dog and doesn't even dare to meet his eyes.

Thinking of this, Sirocco couldn't help but make a victory sign.

With Norris gone, Cliff is the only remaining troublesome opponent.

Now that Cass's strength is vastly different from before, it shouldn't be too difficult for him to defeat Cliff in a spectacular duel.

Well, there's another ticking time bomb, Mute. She'll probably do something if she sees her own face, but Sirocco thinks there's always a way to deal with it.

The difficult start has become less difficult.

Sirocco tried to clench his fist.

Still fair and delicate, with visible pink capillaries, yet one could sense the strength within.

Tomorrow's training session with Brid might just surprise her.

I didn't even realize how far I'd come.

Although there are still many unstable factors, and my back aches and pains along the way, I can finally put down a lot of the weight that was hanging over my heart.

A soft knock came from the door.

It's so late, who could it be?

It couldn't be Mute, could it? Mom and Dad are sleeping right now, so the only other possibility is—

Sirocco lazily opened the door, and a lemon scent mixed with cream wafted out.

A girl with long golden hair appeared before them.

Hill's light blonde hair was loose, giving her a more mature look compared to before.

She wore a dangling camisole nightgown and hot pants, her delicate and soft body tinged with cherry blossom pink. Her eyes were moist as she gazed at Sirocco, her hands clasped behind her back.

"What's up so late? By the way, you're dressed too lightly, put on a coat."

Hill parted her lips slightly and stated her purpose:

"Brother, today is a special day. Can you spend some time with Hill tonight?"

"Special? Oh, I mean that. You've obtained the Explorer's Certificate. Congratulations."

Hill shook his head.

“It’s something else, brother. The photo Hill sent you has a clue.”

"Sorry, let's talk about it tomorrow. Too much happened today, I want to sleep."

I was planning to take a shower, but after thinking about it for a while, I decided to wait until tomorrow morning.

Sirocco apologized with a wry smile and closed the door.

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On the other side, inside the Moonlight Bridge Cafe.

Cass drove Corcy back to the store and helped her clean up the mess she made during her escape.

"Cass, is that a new straight sword you bought on your back? Why isn't it fitted with a ring?"

"I'll have a special box made for it tomorrow; it wouldn't be good if others saw this sword."

Because this sword is a living thing, the demonic blade—Hertad—needs to breathe.

The gods that others worship are carried on one's back.

Realizing this, Cass belatedly realized that he and Sirocco had done something truly outrageous.

"I see. It seems you really like this sword."

No, not at all. Sirocco insisted that I use it, and I really like the simple sword too.

"By the way, Cass, the teacher you mentioned... she's also a girl, but she has a very different aura."

"Ah, well, she's been through a lot after all."

My parents are divorced, and my father died early.

Even so, Sirocco has lived an optimistic and cheerful life to this day.

Cass understands this feeling to some extent.

Her brother is still unconscious, but there is at least a sliver of hope that he will wake up.

Sirocco, however, will never be able to speak again.

Speaking of which, he didn't respond directly to the message I sent him, so it seems I'll have to spend more time healing his heartbreak...

"And she doesn't seem to talk much to me?"

"...A few days ago, she was swallowed by a slime, which hurt her throat and made her feel uncomfortable."

Cass is starting to get the hang of lying: give some specific information, then obscure the key parts.

"puff...."

Perhaps imagining that scene, Corsi chuckled softly.

"Oh right, I almost forgot, what's your teacher's name?"

"Hey... Wolf, you can just call her Wolf."

"Wolf, a wolf? That sounds like a boy's name."

"...Yeah, some girls have really cool names, hahaha."

Cass chuckled dryly as he tidied up the scattered documents and papers on the floor.

"Corthy, you seem quite interested in her?"

"Uh, um... kind of..."

Corcy seemed to be hiding something; her head-down movements as she organized the shelves made it impossible to discern her expression.

strangeness.

Cass moved faster, a sense of irritation rising within him.

This feeling was fleeting, and although it was a little painful, Cass didn't dwell on it.

Really do not have.

Corcy straightened the crooked tables and chairs, paused for a moment, and then suddenly said, as if with a hidden meaning:

“That Ms. Wolf... she gives people a sense of security, but I also feel that she is a bit dangerous.”