VIP Chapter 387: The Only Person Offering Condolences
“It’s time to go.”
At three in the afternoon, if she wasn’t on her way to “Hunt a Certain Fire Dragon,” she would first check the mailbox at the entrance.
Iaar was now an “Independent Adventurer” at the Adventurer’s Guild.
The profession of Independent Adventurer unexpectedly became popular within a month of Will’s death. It replaced “Free Adventurer” and became a highly sought-after concept among adventurers. This type of adventurer didn’t typically make a living from commissions and employment; instead, they emphasized doing what they wanted in dungeons.
After registering, these adventurers could independently form a team to enter dungeons or serve as reserve plugins for other teams, joining whenever they pleased.
She looked at her mailbox, which was completely full. She found it strange that her mailbox always contained various team invitations she looked down upon, as well as various hunting commissions she was asked to accept.
However, she found none of them appealing.
She would only take all the letters back, without even opening them, and only check the names of the monsters related to the commissions written on the envelopes.
“No.”
“No.”
“No.”
…
She only looked at these letters for the sake of missions, but so many irrelevant letters even hid the truly crucial information within them.
After repeatedly discarding letters, she would only keep commissions that required her to hunt “Fire Dragons,” though she didn’t accept all of them.
She always completed the hunt of a Fire Dragon in three steps. The first step was to investigate the style and situation of the dungeon, the second step was to understand the Fire Dragon’s attributes and weaknesses, and the third step was the final blow, directly killing the Fire Dragon.
She had repeated these actions many times.
But…
Not a single Fire Dragon was the one she wanted to kill, not any Fire Dragon was the one the Young Master named “Al” needed.
Her mission still needed to continue.
“Hmm… this letter…”
On a letter, she saw a familiar name.
Peflan.
It wasn’t a “commission from the Adventurer’s Guild,” nor was it an “invitation to join a team,” but it was placed in her mailbox as a “personal letter.”
She remembered this person.
She was the captain of the adventuring team called the “White Castle.” The previous year, when she was desperately trying to find the Young Master, they had briefly traveled together because they were both searching for Shuna. During that time, she obtained considerable information about Shuna…
Peflan also received a lot of information about her and the Young Master.
She could probably be called a “good person.” After that, she specially inquired about her current address from the Hysterm Family and sent her a letter of condolence.
After all…
The death of the Young Master of the Hysterm Family, their boss, although external adventurers only treated it as “rumors” for gossip, it was a confirmed matter for those adventurers with deep cooperation with the Adventurer’s Guild.
Perhaps they had also participated in the small funeral that Carver had organized.
However…
She threw away that condolence letter after reading it and did not reply.
“She knows my location. In a dungeon she encountered, she met a somewhat tricky Fire Dragon and wants me to try it.”
“Tonight, she will come here to find me.”
Iaar finished reading the letter and folded the paper.
“It doesn’t matter. Since that’s the case, I just need to wait here.”
Then, she put the letter back into the envelope.
For her, whether it was a letter from “friend” Peflan didn’t matter; all she wanted was…
Information about Fire Dragons…
Fire dragons with wings, that breathe fire, some that can fly and some that cannot, most of which live in lava…
It would be even better if that Fire Dragon happened to be named “Al.”
Iaar clenched her teacup. In an instant, the teacup in her hand was crushed by her hand.
Crackle.
“Is it… excitement because there’s a chance to complete the Young Master’s mission?”
If it were her a few months ago, crushing a cup might have made her panic and exclaim, “Oh no, oh no, I need to clean this up quickly.”
She would have panicked and told Young Master Will to be careful and stay away so as not to get hurt, and then clumsily dealt with the mess on the ground.
But…
She was different now.
She looked down and precisely froze every shard. Since it was a broken teacup, water was on each piece, making it easy to freeze them into ice.
Then, she collected them all and threw them into the trash can.
The Young Master… surely wouldn’t need a clumsy maid who couldn’t even do this.
What the Young Master needed was definitely…
Definitely the strongest, someone who could stand in front of him and kill any monster, whether it be a Fire Dragon or any other…
Someone who didn’t need him to do anything as long as she was by his side…
Moreover…
Never again…
Never again would she hurt him out of love…
A maid who could only coldly carry out his missions.
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“The Hysterm Family seems to be very good to you? They not only gave you freedom but also compensated you with a brand new house in this city? It must be worth a lot and quite nice.”
“Oh, right! Fire Dragon Killer, do you know this title? It’s so cool!”
“Your title has been circulating outside. After all, there aren’t many adventurers who fight in dungeons while wearing maid outfits.”
“Oh, right, this gold is from the father of the team captain you saved earlier.”
“You’ll never guess, the captain of the intern team you saved, who came from Entak First Academy, is the child of a count whose family has fallen on hard times. This money was even scraped together by them. If I hadn’t known you, they probably wouldn’t have known how to contact an anonymous Fire Dragon Killer.”
…
Peflan was as boisterous as ever, chattering incessantly.
And she noticed.
No matter what she said, things that might have been interesting gossip to others, the maid sitting before her showed no reaction.
She only looked up, neither her fluffy wolf ears perked up, listening as if she wasn’t truly hearing.
It was as if she was watching a one-woman show.
Except…
When she mentioned a certain word, she saw Iaar’s drooping wolf ears suddenly perk up.
“… Entak First Academy… is the academy where the Young Master is…”
Then, the next moment, her ears drooped again.
Her ears seemed devoid of life, and her gaze was even more indifferent and dim. The only thing that seemed stronger was her arms, and the continuously overflowing magic power, and the firm muscles hidden beneath her maid outfit, which could be felt even when she was just holding a cup.
“Alright… I can understand.”
Peflan sighed and took out a paper from her pocket, filled with information.
Only this piece of paper could truly ignite the enthusiasm of this little maid—
“This dungeon, the City of Mad Burning, the Fire Dragon on the 50th floor. It has exceeded the Adventurer’s Guild’s estimations; it’s too strong. We need to… kill it.”
