Helen Sheele, the Stunt Double, Takes the Stage

The blindfolded stick-dodging training Broly had devised for the Elf girl was a little strange, but undeniably effective. It was gradually correcting her habit of losing her composure whenever she got nervous. After all, both her forehead and the back of her head had taken quite a few hits from those sticks.

"If you keep adapting to it, Miss Leffia, you'll definitely reach the point where you can stay completely calm even when facing a sword swung by me."

Broly spoke with great confidence.

"If possible, I'd rather face Miss Ais's sword."

The Elf girl sighed and muttered softly.

"That could work too, but facing the sword of someone you trust too much might not desensitize you as effectively."

Broly heard her and responded.

"Trust too much..."

At those words, Leffia's face immediately turned red. She secretly glanced at the Sword Princess beside her. When she saw that Ais showed no reaction, she felt relieved—but also a little disappointed.

"By the way, Miss Ais, Miss Leffia, would you like to have dinner with us at the Tavern of the Bountiful Mistress tonight? My treat..."

As the two girls from the Loki Familia were preparing to say goodbye, Broly asked them and offered to pay.

"Ah, that wouldn't be right. If anyone should be treating someone, it should be us treating you, Mr. Broly."

Leffia was somewhat surprised, but she quickly replied.

"It's the same whether you treat me or I treat you. So, would you like to come?"

Broly believed that eating together was what mattered. In his view, sharing a meal was a very important form of emotional exchange.

"Then... all right. But Miss Ais and I need to change clothes and take a bath first."

Faced with the boy who had worked hard to guide them all day,