**Chapter 259: I Like Them All**
"Little Lulu, what was your personality like when you were a child?"
Coming out from the Lar Family's home, on the empty night trail, Velas seemed to have let go a lot. After shedding her usual steady side, she playfully jumped onto the Wooden Fence outside the trail, spreading her hands and standing on tiptoe. Her slender and graceful figure was like a nimble swallow.
My first encounter with Velas was about two years ago. She seemed to be only 17 at that time, which means she's not yet 19 now, not much older than Sarah. In the original world, maidens of this Age are just in their prime.
"Lord~~" Velas said coquettishly, her face red. Looking left and right and finding no one around, she finally let out a sigh of relief. It was fine at Home, but if someone else heard "Little Lulu" or something like that, how embarrassing would that be.
"Well, before~~" She paused, and Velas began to recall. "Hmm~~, let me think, I only remember some things after I became sensible. I remember often washing Clothes with Ai'lula, going Home to cook, planting Mololo with Grandma, going outside the Village to pick Wild Vegetables..."
Counting on her fingers, Velas recounted them one by one. Talking about it, it was nothing more than helping with housework and such. The answer was already very clear: Velas's current personality was accumulated step by step from childhood, experiencing a daily life without any stumbles or mistakes, not even a ripple was stirred. Although it sounded a bit boring, if you listened carefully, you might not be unable to taste warmth from this steady and slow pace.
That's really her Style. I couldn't help but laugh at Velas's confused gaze, feeling that only such a peaceful pace could cultivate such a perfect Little Wife.
"Lord, are you very concerned about Sister Sarah's changes?" Velas suddenly turned around and looked at me.
"Haha, saying I'm not concerned would be false, but there's no Method. This is growth that must be experienced, isn't it? But speaking of that, I do have some Questions. I wonder if you've noticed, Little Lulu?" I lowered my head in thought, my eyes full of confusion.
"About three years ago, when I first met Sarah, she was about this tall." I gestured to a spot about an inch below my Chest.
"But just now I secretly compared..." As I spoke, I moved my hand down another half inch and let out a long sigh.
"My Little Sarah, it's been three years, how did she get shorter instead?"
"That's not possible, is it? I think maybe Lord, you've grown taller." Velas covered her mouth in surprise.
"Hmm, I did consider that. I do feel like I've grown a little bit recently, but the Fact is Sarah hasn't grown much."
"Oh my~~" Velas let out an exclamation of worry. She didn't know how tall Sarah was three years ago, but recalling the situation when she first met Sarah, she suddenly realized that there really seemed to be no change. For a girl, this was a fatal problem. Thinking of this, Velas immediately became flustered.
"Lord, you don't need to worry too much. I think Sister Sarah's development Age is probably a bit later than ordinary girls. Also, also, I remember some Secret Recipes passed down in the Village. I'll go prepare the Potion ingredients tomorrow and brew it for Sister Sarah to drink. She will definitely grow quickly."
"Cough cough. You misunderstood my meaning. I'm just a little confused, I don't mind. Whether Sarah can grow or not, it doesn't actually matter. Forget about those Ancestral Secret Recipes, lest she ruin her Body," I explained, coughing. If I had to say, except for B-cups, I like all the others!!
By the way, Velas is between C and D, Little Ghost is around E, and Sister Sharna is definitely above F. But when it comes to giants, Charsi is undoubtedly Rogue's Number One. As for Sarah... cough cough. I'm not very sure if she needs to wear...
"Mhm mhm..." she responded with her mouth, but Velas was clearly absent-minded. This was indeed a problem that had always been overlooked. They didn't understand my alternative Viewpoint as a Transmigration Otaku. In the eyes of most People of the Dark Continent, women being too short and having a Figure that is too "poor" were considered defects, so Velas felt that the problem Sarah was currently facing was very serious. She started Pondering whether to go have a good talk with Shali tomorrow...
"Be careful."
Velas's Body was very nimble. Even in an absent-minded Buff, she could still walk steadily on the Enclosure as if on flat Ground. But no matter how nimble, she couldn't predict what was ahead. Unconsciously, she had already walked to the End of the Enclosure, yet she still blankly stepped forward. Stepping into empty space, her whole Body immediately fell forward.
Wuwu~~ This is bad. Looking at the Ground rapidly approaching, Velas wailed and closed her Eyes. The expected collision and Pain did not appear. the Strength of her forward lean was removed by another Strength, and then she was picked up.
Velas slowly opened her Eyes, just in time to see my face with a mischievous smile. "My Little Lulu, we haven't even arrived Home yet, how could you be so impatient to throw yourself into my arms? Do you want it that much?"
"Eh eh——?!!!"
Her face instantly turned red. Velas discovered she was being held in an embarrassing posture, two hot large hands tightly gripping and rubbing her sensitive Buttocks. Her thighs were spread wide, subconsciously clamping onto the other person's waist, and both hands were hooked around his neck, pulling down hard. It looked like she was trying to bury the other person's face into her raised Chest.
"Poof!!" As if a puff of hot smoke was rising from her cheeks, Velas's Brain swayed a few times and finally, she softly slumped down.
"Hey hey—no way, Little Lulu, pull yourself together Single Point." I quickly held onto Velas, who was sliding down as her Body lost Strength, patting her hot cheek lightly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Something like fainting from shyness, I originally thought could only happen in anime. I never expected to witness it myself...
Level 3 of the Tomb. The Netherworld Lantern Light emitted a cold color. Dozens of The Banished floated grandly through the Corridor, seeming to be chasing something. In the Corner of the dim Corridor they had just swept past, there was a very inconspicuous Small Wooden Door. Faint sounds of panting came from inside.
"Damn it, I thought we were finished this time." Inside the Room, three Adventurers were panting heavily. One of them, a Barbarian, was leaning against the Wall as if exhausted, breathing in large gulps. His whole Body was charred black as if roasted by fire. No need to think too much, he must have been intimately baptized by the Fire Balls of that group of The Banished just now.
"Shut up, even stop breathing. You're almost sucking all the Air out of the Room." Opposite the Barbarian, also leaning against the Wall, a black, paste-like object, much shorter than him, cursed. The Clothes on his Body were all scorched, and a fragrant Scent of roasted meat emanated from the exposed Skin. The situation was miserable, much more desolate than the Barbarian opposite him.
"You bastard, you want to suffocate me, right? Is fresh Air more important than me, your Comrade who has gone through life and death with you?" Perhaps having caught his breath, the Barbarian's roar was full of vigor.
"Hmm~~, well—" The other person was clearly Pondering, seeming a bit hesitant.
"Don't think about it, you bastard. Which is more important, fresh Air or a Comrade who has gone through life and death with you? Does this kind of Question still need consideration? Can't you say the answer immediately?"
"Indeed, there's no need to consider at all," the other person replied somewhat ambiguously. It was unclear if he was talking about fresh Air or the Comrade in front of him.
The last Adventurer watched them argue and revealed a simple and honest smile. The two Companions in his Eyes argued almost every day for fun, even during their escape, it was no Exception. He had long since gotten used to it.
He kept wiping his charred face with his charred arm, but the Result was it got blacker the more he wiped. Finally, he seemed to have noticed this Single Point and could only give up with Helplessness. He paused, took out some Firewood and arranged it, lit it with Proficiency, then set up an Iron Pot over it and filled it with water.
"Let's Rest here for the night."
He said with a simple smile to the two who were still arguing. As the flames rose, the Room gradually lit up, and the Shadows of the three people also gradually became clear. It was just that their blackened Brains made it impossible to discern their Appearance. From their Appearance, the person who lit the fire was as tall as the Barbarian, and both had a Whip hanging from their bald Brains. They looked almost identical, as if printed from a mold. They were undoubtedly Barbarians. As for the sturdy big man who was a head shorter than the first two, his Class was hard to predict. He could be a Druid, or perhaps a Paladin or something else.
"Ptooey ptooey—I'm really damn sick of this. I really want to go back quickly and eat something delicious." The arguing Barbarian was the first to gather around the Campfire, took out a piece of Jerky, and without waiting for the water in the Iron Pot to boil, he started gnawing on the Jerky, washing it down with water. Although he complained about the Scent of the Jerky, his eating Speed was not slow. Several pounds of Jerky were swallowed in a few gulps, like swallowing dates whole. The other two were almost the same.
Since encountering the first batch of Monsters, they didn't know how long they had been fleeing. The Tomb was like this; when you encounter a Quantity of Monsters you cannot defeat and choose to escape, it is often the beginning of a chain disaster. Often you haven't shaken off the Monsters biting at your Buttocks, and you encounter another batch ahead. Many unlucky Adventurers lacking Experience were thus cornered, or even chased to death from exhaustion. Perhaps only a certain Druid possessed the Strength/Power to ignore any Quantity of Monsters here, and had never "enjoyed" the experience of fleeing in a sorry state.
Overall, these three people were lucky, because they found this Hiding Place during their endless escape and successfully got rid of all the Monsters. But looking at their relaxed Appearance, either they were full of confidence in their escaping Effort, believing they could shake off the Monsters even without this Hiding Place, or they had long since disregarded their own life and death.
"Big Brother, what should we do next?" The simple and honest Barbarian spoke. He took out a piece of torn cloth, dipped in some hot water, and then handed it to the Adventurer who was a head shorter than him.
"What to do?" Taking the hot, wet cloth and vigorously wiping his face with it, he gritted his teeth and finally said decisively, "We've already found the Entrance, let's just gamble on it. Let's do it, damn it."
"Alright, alright, I agree with Big Brother's Suggestion!!" The Barbarian who argued with him clapped his hands in approval. You could tell at a glance he was a rough guy who acted more than he thought.
"This isn't very good, is it? It's different from the original plan." The simple and honest Barbarian was a bit worried. "And if we don't notify Big Sister-in-law beforehand..."
Originally, the three of them planned that after finishing this Trial, they would go back to Rogue and have a good time, and only after settling everything would they carry out this Operation.
"Stop talking, plans can't keep up with changes." Big Brother shouted majestically, "Big Sister-in-law, what about your Big Sister-in-law? I am the Head of the Family, do I have to Report to her about everything I want to do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, let alone the sharp-tongued one, even the simple and honest Barbarian immediately gave him a Boss gaze, as if saying, you're just a henpecked guy, you only dare to show off here.
"Of course, we still need to discuss it thoroughly. We're going to fight with all our might, not to seek death. Damn it, I really don't know how Lady Sharna and Wu managed to get through here with just one person's Strength. Before, I didn't have any definite Feeling, but now that I've walked through it myself, I realized this is simply not something a human can do." Recalling the mobile artillery-like group of The Banished, the steel-hard Winged Demon Traps, and the agile and strange Ratmen tribe, he couldn't help but shiver again.
"Tch, I never considered them human." The sharp-tongued Barbarian finished speaking casually, seeming to feel his wording was inappropriate, and then added, "I mean, they weren't normal people to begin with."
"But this time, we're going to give Wu a big surprise, haha—" As if imagining the other person's surprised Appearance in his mind, this Big Brother threw away the wet cloth on his face, revealing a handsome face with stubble.
"Doug, Gus, do you have confidence?"
"Oh! Of course!!" The two Barbarian brothers let out earth-shattering roars. The small Room was instantly filled with a chilling aura.
"Shh—, it's The Banished." Lars suddenly made a silencing gesture, then a series of sweeping sounds passed by from outside the door.
"Let's be quieter, continue, continue." Doug laughed awkwardly. Among the three, his voice was the loudest.
"Before that, let's change our Clothes first." Gus, who was relatively fond of cleanliness, suggested. During the escape, the Equipment on the three of them was infinitely close to zero.
"Heaven and Earth are great, but eating is the greatest." Lars was unhappy, his stomach was still hungry.
"..." The three looked at each other, and no one was willing to give in.
"Discuss the Operation!!" Doug was anxious.
"Change Clothes!!" Gus was unhurried.
"Eat!!" Lars put on Big Brother's Frame.