Chapter 113: As Long as I’m Not Awkward, It’s Others Who Are Awkward
Clang, clang!
Let’s analyze the current scene. A female roommate comes home to find her other roommate and landlady pinning a man down. And the clothes on those two… there wasn’t much. Or rather, very little.
Party number one: the spoiler, Miss Lilith.
Identity: a cold-blooded killer (self-proclaimed).
Inner monologue: “I just went out to get some materials… I came back wanting to comfort her, tell her not to be sad, to pull herself together… and then I opened the door and saw Elena entangled with a man on the bed… This… that… should I go in?”
Party number two: the female party, Miss Elena.
Identity: a gentle princess (self-proclaimed).
Inner monologue: “I forgot! I forgot someone else could come in! I want to die… Besides wanting to die, I just want to die! I’m sorry, world…”
Party number three: the male party, Mr. Shelley.
Identity: a well-known socialite in the circle, a man whose heart is in many pieces (publicly acknowledged).
Inner monologue: “Well, you’re here. It seems today is over… I have to find a way to make them less awkward.”
While the two of them were still in a daze, Shelley spoke directly, “Lilith, it’s me.”
“Close the door and wait outside for a moment.”
“I’ll explain everything to you.”
The calm voice made Lilith’s hand, which was holding the doorknob, tremble. She subconsciously closed the door. Standing blankly in front of the door, Lilith even forgot to hide her figure. If she were on a mission, she would be in great danger. Fortunately, not many people visited Elena’s residence.
“…”
“…Is it really you?”
“Shelley?”
Lilith, outside the door, was lost in confusion…
The situation inside the door was even more interesting.
After a long while, under Shelley’s constant comfort, Elena finally lifted her blushing face. This time, the tears in her eyes were not from their reunion… but purely from embarrassment.
“Alright, it’s okay.”
“It’s just a small matter.”
A small matter!?
Elena pouted, covered her eyes, and let out a silent wail on the bed.
How can this be a small matter?
A flash of inspiration. Elena suddenly asked, “Do you… deal with this kind of situation often?”
Only then would you be so calm…
Elena peeked at Shelley’s shoulder, which she had pinched red, through her fingers. Her original imposing manner had weakened.
Lifting Elena up, Shelley shook his head at her words and chuckled, “Although I haven’t encountered this myself, this kind of thing…”
“Is really too common in the social circle.”
“If you’re curious, I can tell you… the story of Congreve.”
Feeling that Elena’s attention was drawn, Shelley finally let out a breath…
“That was exhausting. I’ve finally recovered.”
[Having experienced the cycle of life and death,]
[The once-young girl has also become strong.]
[Your existence is still an important part of her life.]
[The joy of reunion, the chaotic feelings.]
[The future king, the tyrant of justice.]
[Elena Conquest Progress: 68%]
[Quest Complete]
[Reward Gained: Greater Two-Weapon Fighting]
[Greater Two-Weapon Fighting · General Feat: You are a master of two-weapon fighting! Your off-hand is only slightly weaker than your main hand! The attack speed of your off-hand is increased.]
[New Quest: The Weight of Two]
During this time, Shelley recounted the heroic deeds of Congreve, who had once… exercised with four noblewomen at the same time… and then had been caught by the husbands of all four noblewomen…
Shelley: The young man was in good shape back then, but later he couldn’t keep up.
Helping Elena put on her clothes one by one, Shelley hesitated for a moment. He didn’t put on women’s clothes, but used a normal Disguise Self to conjure a set of men’s formal wear.
[Disguise Self · 1st Circle: You can make yourself—including your clothing, armor, weapons, and other belongings on your person—look different until the spell ends or until you use your action to dismiss it. You can’t change your body type, so you must adopt a form that has the same basic arrangement of limbs. Otherwise, the extent of the illusion is up to you.]
In other words, Shelley looked dapper… but he was actually just wearing a pair of boxer briefs.
[Although I don’t think this is a big deal,]
[I still want to ask you…]
[Aren’t you embarrassed?]
“As long as I’m not embarrassed, it’s others who are.”
When he called Lilith in, Elena’s composure had returned. Full of nervousness, Lilith had been worried about what awkward situation might occur when she came in, but the result was far beyond her imagination.
At this moment, Elena was sitting at the dressing table, and Shelley, who was supposed to be dead, was standing behind her, slowly braiding her hair.
Letting out a breath, Lilith quietly listened to their conversation.
Elena and Lilith listened as Shelley spoke in a relaxed tone about his childhood, his background, his constitution… the role he had played in the social circle these past few years, and the preparations he had made in secret.
Last time, Shelley had said… he would tell Elena everything. He was a man of his word. And Lilith, for not betraying him, for not leaving at this time… she had also successfully walked into his heart and occupied a part of it.
Without giving them time to react, he continued to recount the two battles inside the corpse giant. When they heard that Shelley had to risk his life to kill the half-orc rogue, both women broke out in a cold sweat. They were both high-level Professionals close to the legendary tier, but the closer they got to that boundary, the more powerless they felt. The difference between a legendary and a non-legendary was a bit like the “difference between an immortal and a mortal” in cultivation novels. It was so vast it was despairing.
Especially Lilith. As a fellow rogue, she understood the danger of that situation even better.
Then, he recounted the series of actions after he woke up in Ir, both Nadia’s and his own.
“A state funeral… Nadia, she must have been very sad…”
“…Is that so. The traitor has been dealt with by you.”
After a moment of contemplation, Elena turned her head and looked at Shelley seriously.
“Some things have also happened here in Lunt…”
“We need your help.”
**
Robb returned home, the smile on his face not having faded. He cheerfully pushed open the door to his room.
“Did you encounter something good? Did Elena’s attitude toward you change?”
A low, hoarse voice sounded in the room. A cold sweat immediately broke out on Robb’s forehead. He walked in and quickly knelt down. He said respectfully, “Reporting, my lord… it’s not like that.”
“I met a woman in the Temple of Justice today…”
“She is an envoy from the half-elven kingdom.”
The figure with his back to the door became interested. He turned around to look at him and smiled.
“Oh? Tell me about it.”
