Liliruca’s POV
I didn’t an to get involved. Honestly, I didn’t.
The Dungeon wasn’t kind to people like —small, weak, and unwanted. People only saw as a porter, soone to carry bags, clean blood off armor, and bow my head when they shouted. I was used to being overlooked. It was safer that way.
But that day... I couldn’t walk away.
That boy—no, that adventurer—he was fighting sothing I had only heard about in whispers. A monster that shouldn’t be on those floors. A minotaur. No—sothing worse than a normal one. A mutated version. Massive. Brutal. A killer.
And he faced it alone.
I hid, like I always do. Behind a broken pillar, clutching my bag, heart pounding in my ears.
I watched.
Watched as he fought with everything he had. Every move sharp, every breath strained. He wasn’t normal—his strength, his instincts... they reminded of soone dangerous. No... soone powerful.
And yet, he bled.
A lot.
Even though he was fast, that thing was stronger. He couldn’t afford a single mistake, and eventually, he slipped. One hit was all it took to throw him across the room. I thought he was dead. I almost ran.
But he stood again.
Bloodied, trembling, sword barely in his grip—and he smiled.
Not the smile of a lunatic.
It was the smile of soone who refused to fall.
My chest clenched. I hated it. That stupid, stubborn determination... it reminded of how far I’d fallen. How much I wanted to run away from everything.
And then he won.
He actually killed it. But the second the beast fell, so did he.
Collapsed like a broken doll.
I ran to him before I could even think. His blood soaked into my gloves as I tried to shake him awake. He didn’t move.
"Hey! Co on, wake up! Damn it..."
The other adventurers appeared soon after. They were scared of the monster’s corpse, and then amazed at who killed it. They offered to carry him. So even argued.
But I shouted, "I’ll take him!"
He was too heavy for , but I didn’t let go. I dragged him. I slipped once. My legs shook. My arms scread. But I didn’t care.
I took him to the Guild. I shouted for help. They rushed him in.
I stayed there, breathless, for hours.
And then... she ca.
The tiny goddess with twin tails and a fire in her eyes. She saw him and dropped to her knees. I watched her grab his hand, her voice trembling, her tears falling.
And I saw sothing I never expected.
She loved him.
Not just as a goddess to her familia mber. But sothing deeper.
I backed away, silent. Unnoticed.
I wasn’t supposed to be here anyway.
Now, days later, I sat in an alley across from the pub—The Hostess of Fertility. My pack was light, mostly potions and food, barely worth anything. But my heart was heavier than ever.
He was strong. So much stronger than . And yet...
I couldn’t forget the way he looked at that monster.
I wanted that kind of strength. I wanted to stand beside soone like that—not behind them, begging for scraps. Beside them.
Maybe, just maybe... I could change my fate.
"Liliruca Arde," I whispered to myself. "What are you doing, you idiot?"
And yet, I stood.
I knew where the Hestia Familia lived. Word traveled fast among porters. Rumors spread. And now, everyone was talking about the black-haired adventurer who killed a special-type Minotaur on the lower floors... alone.
They didn’t know his na yet.
But I did.
Ethan.
And I had a feeling our paths weren’t finished yet.
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