Did I really have to die in there today?
"Original body! Even if you're the original body, I'm still going to lose my temper!"
Black History Kurumi drew a combat knife and pointed it straight at Tokisaki Kurumi's chest.
My sword isn't dull either!
"Instead of wasting time dealing with me, why don't you stab that Slime beside you to death? You might even get some Paradise Coins."
Tokisaki Kurumi pointed toward the bouncy little monster that had just spawned at the edge of a street behind Black History Kurumi.
Tokisaki Kurumi had confidence in her own strength.
"I-I don't dare."
Seeing the Slime suddenly open its mouth wide and make a hissing gesture, Black History Kurumi shrank back.
Tokisaki Kurumi looked at the hand holding the combat knife toward her, steady without the slightest tremble, then looked at her pathetic appearance when facing the weakest possible Slime.
"???"
Fuck you!
What kind of god-tier internal conflict was this?!
"Is this Chaldea? It really gives me a... feeling of home. It makes me feel as though I've returned to my days forging equipment in the Engineering Department of Moth Chasing Flame."
The first time Chen Li arrived at Chaldea, he inexplicably found the place familiar.
[Isn't this Vill-V's Spiral Workshop?! Of course you find it familiar.]
"Hello, esteemed Mister Chen Li. I am your guide. You may call me Chaldea Employee A."
The Chaldea staff member introduced himself with considerable respect upon seeing Chen Li.
They could not afford to be disrespectful.
After all, this was the big shot who had let every Chaldea member take a one-second tour of the Vortex of the Root.
And after ransacking the Clock Tower, he had donated a huge amount of "useless" magecraft materials and Mystic Codes to Chaldea.
If they successfully