Soul Monarch: The Eclipse Feast Online

Some Luck, Maybe More

I saw the old man. He has a large and sturdy body like a bodybuilder and looks quite sangar. Well, even with that thick white beard, I guess it still wasn't enough to hide the ferocious feeling he had.

Especially with a height that might reach three meters, yes. I really look small next to him.

But—

"A savior of my life, Grandpa!"

The answer Ova gave was enough to distract me completely.

Uhh, I'm really embarrassed to hear that.

You know, life-saving? Hah .. I just helped her not purely out of my own desire, okay? I only took this in return for my cultivation of the Sculpting Item he gave me earlier.

... Although Ova seems to have forgotten about it.

I saw the grandfather panicking a bit before going back and forth to observe Ova's body. Even he raised Ova's body for the purpose of examining her grandson closely and heaved a sigh of relief when he found out that Ova was fine.

Yes, from the beginning what Ova said was indeed very excessive. Ova's own life is not threatened because of the previous thing, is not it?

"Huh .. it seems you're fine, Ova," said the Grandfather relieved.

"I told you that because Miss Dirae saved my life."

"So you're my grandson's savior?" Grandpa looked at me with a sharp look.

"Yes, what's wrong?" my answer. He felt a bit scary because of the shape of his body and face. But—

"Thank you for saving my granddaughter's life."

He really thanked me sincerely.

"Uhh, please stop that." I don't want to hear more. "Moreoverall, it's just exaggerated."

"So, what did they do to you?" ask the old man back to Ova.

Uh. Looks like what I said was ignored, huh?

"They're holding me back and intending to take this storage bag Cake."

"Once again like that. Was it them this time?"

And Ova nodded at that. What are they ... who are they? Light ... Light ... Familia Lightning? Well, whoever it is has targeted Ova a few times?

"But take it easy, cake. The goods contained in this deviation bag are kept safe thanks to Miss Girae." Ova said so before going to the back. "So, I'll make some equipment as my first thank you."

"Tung—?!" I shouted a little surprised and tried to chase after Ova.

This kind of action is not necessary, right? Moreover, it turns out that you intend to make the clothes yourself?!

But Grandpa Ova held me back. "Let the boy do what he wants."

"But yes, judging from nowhere isn't he overacting?"

"Is that so?"

"Yes, that's totally overrated. Especially before I have been given a weapon (?) scrapper by your own grandson."

And that made the grandfather laugh out loud. "Don't think about it. The Ova did often give a tighter item to the person she felt was worthy of."

"Yaa?”

Is this some kind of weird habit he has?

"No. It was a teaching that the boy's parents taught him, that every piece of equipment has its own destiny." He said so when he took his seat. "In addition, I don't think he's done anything wrong this time."

"?" I have a question mark floating now. However, the grandfather chose not to explain what he meant further.

"So the Savior of Cucuku—"

"Diraea. Just call me that."

"alright. Miss Girae, you can go home now and can come back to pick up what my granddaughter will make for you tomorrow."

Yes, this grandfather looks like his grandson. He still puts a word of respect in there. No, should one really be the granddaughter who resembled her grandfather?

But—

"Give this to Ova. Think of it as the cost of ordering the equipment Ova made."

There was no way I would receive more help than then for free.

I saw that grandfather was still a bit surprised. Well, I don't know what she was surprised about but after choosing some accessories, I handed over some other money for those accessories and went as she requested.

Yes, I feel like I have found a hidden paradise. In addition, the accessories I bought were quite beautiful both in terms of physical and status. The lowest ones alone are in the uncommon Rank.

As I thought so, my feet had reached in front of the Potchi Shop. Yes, I have been called before and it seems that this is the time of determination that what I have previously revealed will be accepted or rejected.

I was escorted by one of the female receptionists to a room. This space looks quite spacious, it may be able to accommodate up to 60-70 people without jostling. And many of the existing furniture uses wood elements.

Yeah, it feels pretty comfortable.

I waited for a while, not long, just a minute or two before Yuma came to this room. But I noticed that he was not alone, he was seen along with three other people who were following behind him.

Yuma sat down gracefully as two of the three people —whose all men— remained standing behind him.

"alright. How are you today, Miss Durae?"

"Yes, good as it should be. And what about yourself?"

Well, it started with some stale bases and I responded as necessary. After some other chat, finally ...

"alright. Maybe this is a good time to discuss what you've asked us before."

... We started discussing the subject at this meeting.

First of all, Yuma thanked me for the media procedures I shared. Yes, it seems thanks to that the level of someone (Dwellers) killed because of heavy injuries dropped sharply.

Then, he started talking about the prescription drugs I gave him. They seem to have difficulty reproducing the drug due to differences in existing techniques and manufacturing methods.

Well, I can only take a silent sigh of relief when I know that in the end they still succeed.

And as for the medicine itself, it seems that its efficacy is somewhat down from what Yuma made in my supervision but still enough to treat Atra Mors with an increase in dosage.

Well, I guess that proves how good Yuma is in alchemy. And I also slightly improved the dose they gave so that something wrong did not happen.

And finally, Yuma pushed her right hand at me.

"I look forward to the next cooperation with you, Miss Dirae."

"I am too. Yuma Botin's."

Yeah, looks like it worked.

"I'm sorry before, I have to leave now." Yuma said as our hands slipped off. "It's a pity that I want to talk to you more

Finally he ended the formal conversation, huh? But—

"I want to know how Edenwood members like you survive."

Yes?! Does the name Edenwood really exist in EFO?! And who are they?!

I just converted my middle name, Bel, okay? Yes, the bell in my own name will often be mistaken as a bell even though the real meaning is holy wood.

Uhh. Faults. Please tell me who is Edenwood in this world?!

After all, that question went unanswered because Yuma had left this place.

And ...

[Title Edenwood successfully acquired]

... I feel some trouble is coming because of this.

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