Zairon found the two beauties strolling leisurely through a bustling open-air plaza—an elegant tea garden surrounded by flowering spirit trees. One sipped from a porcelain cup while the other leaned against a wooden beam, clearly sensing his approach before he even spoke.
"Hey, there you are." Zairon flashed a cocky grin.
"Zairon, right?" the emerald-eyed one tilted her head with amusement.
"Yep. Sovereign of a thousand, slayer of beasts, and recently—guy looking for reliable teammates for a little escort mission into an A-rank dungeon."
The violet-haired one raised an eyebrow. "You sure it's not just an excuse to spend time with us?"
Zairon laughed, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. "You wound me. I'm a gentleman… most of the time."
"Name the mission."
"Escort a master herbalist into Crimson Root Cavern. Danger level's pretty high. Rare herbs, wild beasts. We go in, keep the old man safe, and get out alive."
They exchanged a glance.
"S-rank beauties like us? Easy."
"But what about the rewards?" one asked with a glint in her eye.
Zairon casually shrugged. "You both take the bulk. Two million gold is enough for me."
"Generous?"
"I'm not after money. I'm here to leave my mark."
He flashed that crooked grin again.
"And besides, with you two around, I can go wild."
The girls chuckled, nodding.
Crimson Root Cavern – A-Rank Dungeon
Thick mist curled through glowing red vines that pulsed across cave walls. The moment they stepped inside, the air was thick with spiritual energy—and bloodlust.
Master Belken, an old dwarf with a towering pack, immediately began sniffing out herbs like a truffle pig.
"Escort me well, kids. These roots aren't easy to find."
Zairon cracked his neck and turned to the girls.
"He's your baby now. I'm off to make a mess."
"Wait, aren't you supposed to—"
But Zairon was already a blur, diving headlong into the dungeon's depths, sword in hand.
The first clash echoed like thunder.
Crimson Crescent Slash!
A roaring arc of burning energy swept the corridor—twelve A-rank beasts howled as they were sliced in half. Blood sizzled on the ground.
He laughed like a madman. "Come on then! I'll give you all front-row seats to chaos!"
Back near the herbalist, the two beauties rolled their eyes.
"That guy is insane."
"Yeah… but he's also kinda fun."
And with Zairon carving a path of destruction, they calmly protected the herbalist, handling any stray beasts with elegance and precision.
Thus began the escort mission: half chaos, half professionalism—100% unforgettable.