Chapter Fourteen: The Gift of 'Frewrath' (With Gratitude to the Alliance Leader of the Disordered Envoy)

“Young man, your resurrection coins have all been used up~”

On the battlefield, Belfinger held a golden great hammer in one hand, looking down at her opponent who lay defeated on the ground.

The young man wearing a baseball cap clutched his aching arm, moved his limbs, and slowly got to his feet.

“I admit defeat.”

As his words fell, the simulated scenery within the arena dissolved. The weapons in their hands lost their glow; the energy-formed blade and hammer vanished, leaving only the handles.

“Akei is still one step behind. During the duel with Sister Bebe, he started off steady, but as the exchanges increased, flaws began to show.”

“Probably because he’s not yet fully skilled. He’s only been practicing the great sword for half a year. At this level, he’s already a prodigy.”

“Ah, I wanted to see Bunny get defeated. I’d love to see Bunny crying pitifully after being beaten.”

“You pervert, stay away from me.”

…

Amidst various conversations, Belfinger packed her things and walked over to Hecia.

“Task completed for today. If anyone still wants to play, find someone for a match on your own—I’m going to rest now~”

“Bunny is still so carefree (lazy), not even willing to earn a little extra money.”

“That’s why she’s called ‘Indolence.’”

Many guests in the hall, having satisfied their curiosity, sat down to begin their own matches; some even gathered in groups to start a tabletop role-playing game.

A lifelike sand table appeared on the tabletop, complete with castles and creatures. The characters crafted by the players descended into this world, embarking on wondrous battles and adventures.

“How is it? Isn’t it fun?” Belfinger pulled Hecia to a corner away from the crowd and sat down.

“Senior Belfinger is amazing.”

Hecia truly admired her. This rabbit-eared girl was not only lively and adept at dealing with various guests but also maintained an exceptionally high level across many games, sports, and battles—something few could accomplish.

In today’s age, becoming a gaming expert is often harder than achieving certain prestigious professions. Industries are specialized, and some elite jobs face little competition, but games differ. Because everyone can play, the sheer volume of players produces countless geniuses and prodigies. Standing out among thousands is no small feat.

“Ahaha, though they’re all compliments, coming from ‘Dantalian,’ it feels especially gratifying.” The black rabbit ears atop her head twitched gently, revealing her good mood.

Seeing those movable ears, Hecia couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

“Senior Belfinger, are your rabbit ears real?”

“They are.”

She tilted her head.

“But I saw the edge of a headband; I thought they were just realistic replicas.”

“Oh, that’s true. I do wear a headband to match everyone else in the shop.” She shook her ears again.

“Orc tribes are scarce in the Four-Leaf Crystal Star Domain, so it’s normal to be mistaken for a human in disguise.”

After chatting a bit more, Belfinger asked, “How do you feel today? You basically toured the shop, so I suppose you have a general understanding.”

“Yeah, I met many people and opened my eyes to a lot. Today’s experience was more than what I’ve had in the past year.”

“You’ll get used to it with time.”

Belfinger comforted her. She wasn’t usually this considerate, but Hecia looked genuinely fragile. After all, girls like Hecia—obedient, well-behaved, pretty, and cute—were extremely rare these days.

Most girls now were either reckless thrill-seekers or consumed by consumerism, rivalry, and scheming. Even though Belfinger was also a girl, she often preferred playing games with boys because dealing with girls her age was too exhausting.

After discussing the shop’s situation, though Hecia had a basic grasp of her colleagues’ duties, she still worried about her own role.

“Everyone seems to have their own style, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

“Oh, so smart, Dantalian, realizing this so early.”

“I’ve already thought about your style.” Belfinger patted her chest.

“Talking about life with customers at your age would be too much. You don’t need to learn Sister Andusia’s style. Just be yourself and work in whatever way feels comfortable.”

“At first, you’ll need some time to adapt and explore.”

“Tomorrow, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team. The first week will mainly be about getting familiar with the situation.”

“Thank you, Sister Belfinger.” Though Belfinger didn’t seem much older, Hecia felt grateful.

For someone introverted and timid like her, someone as outgoing and warmhearted as Belfinger was like a shining sun in winter.

“Mm hm, I’ve got your back from now on, Dantalian~”

Time passed without notice, and soon it was closing time.

At dusk, the simulated sky on the ceiling displayed a gradient sunset glow, bathing the glass panes of the entire floor in a soft golden light—exquisitely beautiful.

“It’s past five o’clock.” Belfinger and Hecia sat at a bar counter where a maid dressed similarly to them stood inside. Her collar and cuffs were decorated with silver-edged silk flowers, adding a personal touch.

“Sister Forneus, do you have anything to eat for me?” The rabbit-eared maid sat on a tall bar stool, legs swinging lightly, hands propping up her chin as she looked at the smiling maid inside.

“No, Belfinger is a rabbit and cannot eat meat. This portion is for Dantalian.” Inside, the maid was grilling beef; the sizzling sound blended with the scent of rosemary, very enticing.

Forneus: The 30th-ranked demon among King Solomon’s 72 demons, commanding 29 legions. His form resembles a silver shark. Skilled in rhetoric, he can make people excel in debate and even reconcile opposing parties.

“Who says rabbits can’t eat meat? I want to eat something made by Sister Forneus too.” She lowered her arms and rested her head on them, watching the quietly cooking maid sideways.

“I work hard too, Belfinger. If you want some, you can go upstairs to the staff cafeteria. There’s a dedicated employee dining area.”

“Dantalian is here for the first time today, which is rare, so I made it myself. Don’t think about it. Besides, you’ve eaten this before. Why are you craving it now?”

“Because I’m hungry. I’ve been showing Dantalian around for a long time today, so I’m tired.”

“Alright, stop playing the victim. I know your stamina well. You could keep going all day without tiring.” The maid inside wasn’t fooled by the rabbit-eared girl’s coaxing.

“Okay, it’s done. Sprinkle some spices and pair it with soft, sweet cold-smoked rice cake. That’s it.” She plated the meal and brought it to the obediently waiting Hecia at the bar.

T4-grade Purple Herb Steak Set (Rare): Made with ingredients possessing partial supernatural effects—purple herbs, lava beef, cold-smoked rice—this meal rapidly restores stamina and replenishes magic. Long-term consumption enhances physical fitness.

“Thank you, Sister Forneus.”

Hecia accepted the meal with a mix of awe and hesitation. In upscale restaurants outside, a T4-grade meal with supernatural effects costs between 600 to 2000 currency units. This one used premium ingredients and was meticulously handmade, likely costing even more.

That single meal was worth nearly half her monthly salary.

Seeing Hecia’s cautious and uneasy demeanor, Belfinger poured her a glass of fruit juice.

“Don’t be nervous. Sister Forneus deducted the material cost herself. No need to worry about the company punishing her. She makes up for the cost by making one or two sets for customers each day. It doesn’t take much time.”

“Hehe, Belfinger speaks so easily.” The maid inside said, implying the rabbit was exaggerating.

“But little Dantalian can rest assured. It’s really just a matter of working a bit harder. No need to be too anxious.”

The maids working at Glass Dream were accustomed to both making and spending money lavishly. Such scenes were overwhelming for Hecia, who had always lived a simple life.

“Thank you, Sister Forneus.”

Since her father’s passing, Hecia had struggled alone. Never before had she received so much care and kindness from her seniors. She had expected her first job to be full of hardships and pitfalls, fighting to find her footing.

Fate is strange. After more than ten years of an ordinary and difficult life, it finally offered her a glimmer of hope.