Meteria's Sword Dance
Alfia snorted coldly.
She wasn't showing off, she was just being a little arrogant.
They are twins, both suffering from the same terminal illness, yet one possesses talent while the other has nothing. This instills a deep sense of guilt in Alfia, the older sister, towards her younger sister.
He jokingly said that he stole his younger sister's nutrients while she was in the womb.
It was Ming Ge's words that truly eased some of her guilt.
Because Meitellia is happy now, she has choices and the right to create her own future.
This brought her a small measure of comfort.
"Arrogant... that's hard to say."
Just as Meitellia was about to say something, Ming Ge revealed a meaningful smile.
Hearing his words, Alfia was taken aback and looked at Ming Ge with some surprise.
Leaving aside Ming Ge himself can overcome the gap in talent and ability, getting someone else to do the same is on a completely different level.
But since it was Ming Ge who said it, Alfia didn't disbelieve him.
After all... compared to this world, Ming Ge is far too abnormal.
"They've arrived."
Ming Ge looked ahead, where the aura of a monster could be detected.
After reaching the third level, where the area expanded, the number of adventurers decreased somewhat, and they finally encountered monsters.
The wall began to crack, and five goblins, wielding natural weapons, charged towards them.
"This is your first battle, so make it look good!"
Ming Ge glanced at Meitellia and smiled, "Just like we rehearsed, let's start with the safest approach."
"I see."
Meitellia slightly, then became serious.
Although she was always clumsy, she knew that she couldn't play around like before when actually fighting in the Dungeon.
Even so, Ming Ge would still help him, but Meitellia wanted him to see the best version of himself.
After countless rehearsals, I wanted to present my best self to Ming Ge!
"Please look at me carefully."
Meitellia a deep breath and gracefully stepped forward.
She closed her eyes slightly, and a silvery-white halo shimmered around her.
First the hilt, then the blade, and a silver longsword slowly emerged from her chest.
An icy blue mist enveloped her. Meitellia gripped the hilt of her sword, drew the blade in the intense light, and raised it high.
Although she gave up the Chest-Draw Sword Technique, if it were just Alfia and Ming Ge, Meitellia would naturally have to bring out her best and most impactful side.
Looking at Alfia beside her, she was stunned.
"White Ripple."
Meitellia spoke slowly, her blade gently plunging into the ground; white ribbons fluttered around her, as if accentuating the dancer's beauty.
Her voice was soft, but her movements exuded a strong sense of fierceness.
A sudden, avalanche-like blast of cold air swept through, freezing the five goblins.
A slight tremor sounded, the frost melted into the air, and the goblins within it vanished along with the frost.
Elegant and beautiful, the Ice Sword Dance—this was the result of Ming Ge and Meitellia's efforts over several days.
"This is indeed beyond my expectations."
Alfia Meitellia, who shone brightly as if she were glowing, and while she was amazed, she was also speechless at the way Metluth drew her sword.
"That's really a twisted sense of humor."
Drawing a sword from one's chest looks incredibly cool even in the 21st century, let alone in the Middle Ages.
It's not so much novel as unprecedented.
"How can this be called a perverse sense of humor?"
Seeing Alfia's reaction, Ming Ge nodded in satisfaction and said, "Don't you think it's cool?"
"That's too extravagant."
Alfia scoffed, "Drawing a knife from his chest? How did you even come up with that?"
"Moreover, storing equipment inside a human body is unbelievable no matter how you look at it; only you could do something like that."
This novel sword-drawing technique must have been Ming Ge's idea; she could figure that out without even thinking.
And although she was complaining, Ming Ge could hear the hidden admiration in Alfia's words.
Perhaps, to Alfia, he himself was an incredible person, capable of performing many miracles.
Chapter Sixty-Seven: Meitellia's Sword Dance
"Putting aside the Chest-Draw Sword Technique, this sword dance is completely unusable for combat."
Alfia sighed, somewhat exasperated by the couple.
"It's beautiful, Meitellia likes it too, that's enough."
Midway through her Ming Ge suddenly laughed and said, "Speaking of which, would you like me to make you a weapon?"
"Your anime-style chest has stunned everyone; you're the most dazzling member of the Hera Familia."
"I am a professional mage."
Alfia shook her head and said, "Who would send a professional mage into close combat? Besides, it's too shameful. I really can't do it."
"And... I don't know where that kid got the courage to do that."