Only the Emilia camp could be described nicely as having limitless potential, or described harshly as a scattered mess.
The thing a team fears most isn’t an enemy that is too strong, but internal cracks everywhere.
The strongest fortresses are often dismantled from within.
So, the Emilia camp did not fit her philosophy of enjoying life in another world at all.
“Whatever.” Theresia shook her head gently, her long red hair swaying on her shoulders, dispelling the complicated thoughts in her mind, and revealing a nonchalant smile.
“Anyway, my strength is there. In the end, it doesn’t matter which camp I choose. Since the main quest requires it, I’ll just choose one that looks pleasing to the eye.”
However, before that, she would eat all the delicacies in the royal capital.
As for the Royal Selection, the camps, the main quest…
that could wait until tomorrow.
…
On the other side.
The moment Mimi stepped into the inn’s entrance, a deep voice came from the direction of the lobby.
“Mimi!”
It was the captain, Ricardo.
He had his arms crossed over his chest, and the dog-beastman’s face, which was already dignified, was now stiff as granite.
His gray tail was swaying slowly behind him, with a rhythm that carried clear displeasure.
Anastasia was standing beside him.
She had smooth, pale purple long hair, a beautiful appearance, wore a white dress, a plain white scarf draped over her shoulders, and a white hat on her head.
“Mimi, you’re back.”
Anastasia narrowed her eyes slightly and said gently.
“Big Sister, Mimi missed you so much.”
Saying this, Mimi flew over, grabbed Anastasia’s waist, and rubbed against her.
“I am angry today.”
Ricardo’s gray tail lashed behind him with a snap, and he said seriously.
“Yay, a big lecture.”
Mimi’s cat ears twitched slightly, and she raised her hands in the air, looking completely unfazed by Ricardo’s aura, and even somewhat accustomed to it.
“The one who needs to be lectured is you, Mimi.” Ricardo’s brow twitched.
“Mimi has ears, a tail, and fur.” Mimi scratched her face with her fingers, her cat ears twitching in sync, and she asked with an innocent look.
“What else could there be?”
“That’s not what I meant! I can’t stand you.”
Ricardo covered his face with his large hand, letting out a sigh squeezed from the depths of his throat.
“Forget it, forget it. Isn’t this just fine?”
Anastasia covered her mouth and chuckled, her light green eyes curving into two crescents.
“It’s because you always spoil her, Miss, that Mimi has always been like this.”
Ricardo spread his hands helplessly, his tone not as fierce as before.
He never really wanted to scold Mimi; it was just his responsibility as the Captain of Iron Fang, and he couldn’t let it go without saying a word.
“But Mimi also has her unique strengths.”
Anastasia said with a smile.
“That’s right, Big Sister said it well!” Mimi immediately puffed out her flat little chest, her cat tail standing up proudly, and said with a serious face.
“Don’t worry, Mimi is very clear about the important duties of a Vice-Captain!”
“Is that so? Then tell me, what is the important duty of a Vice-Captain?”
Ricardo raised one eyebrow, making a gesture of listening intently.
“Kill all the guys who get in the way.”
Mimi said with a straight face, her amber cat eyes full of seriousness, and she clenched her little fist and waved it.
Coupled with that innocent little face, what she said was chillingly brutal.
“Idiot, stop that!” Ricardo was so angry he almost jumped up, his voice loud enough to be heard in the hallway.
“Is that a Vice-Captain’s duty? We are a mercenary group, not an assassin organization. Can you remember one or two proper duties, like counting supplies, managing discipline, leading training… these are the things a Vice-Captain should do!”
“Every job has its important aspects, whether you are a mercenary, a knight, or a merchant.”
Anastasia covered her mouth and chuckled, her shoulders shaking.
“Big Sister, Mimi met a Big Sister today, super happy.”
Mimi suddenly changed the subject, her cat tail wagging excitedly, looking up at Anastasia, her amber eyes bright.
“Are you talking about Ms. Theresia?”
“That’s right, the Big Sister with long red hair.”
Mimi raised her hand and said happily.
“So Ms. Theresia has also come to the royal capital.”
Anastasia said thoughtfully, her slender fingers gently supporting her chin, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her light green eyes.
“Big Sister even treated Mimi to a burger, it was super delicious!” Mimi nodded vigorously, her tail swaying left and right behind her.
“So sweet, so tasty, delicious delicious, Mimi wants to take Hetaro and Tivey to eat tomorrow.”
“What kind of thing is that?”
Ricardo on the side frowned, a look of confusion appearing on his dog face.
“It’s a type of food with a meat patty and cheese inside bread, a specialty of the royal capital, it’s so delicious.”
Mimi explained while gesturing the size of the burger with her hands; the circles made by her two hands were larger than her own face.
“It’s normal that the Captain doesn’t know, because the Captain usually only eats roasted meat and stew, and doesn’t even like vegetables. Tivey said last time that the Captain is a picky eater, and the Captain wouldn’t admit it.”
“Ahem… that’s a different matter.”
Hearing this, Ricardo coughed awkwardly, his dog ears pressing back slightly.
“…”
Anastasia ignored the daily bickering between the two, her attention still lingering on the name Theresia.
Half a month ago in Kararagi, the scene where Theresia sliced through an entire bandit group with one sword strike was still fresh in her memory.
At that time, she had watched with her own eyes as hundreds of fully armed bandits were slaughtered in less than ten seconds.
A flash of sword light passed, so fast she almost couldn’t see the motion of the sword.
When her vision focused again, the ground was already covered in corpses cut in half and shattered weapons, and not even a complete scream had time to be uttered.
That crushing power had completely exceeded her understanding of the strong.
Even Julius, the guardian knight by her side, could not achieve this level.
One must know that Julius was not only skilled in swordsmanship but also an excellent spirit knight with aptitude for spirit magic.
Having contracted with quasi-spirits of the six attributes of earth, water, fire, wind, yin, and yang, he could wield all kinds of magic and was already a top-tier expert among the Knight Order.
But even such a powerful Julius could not possibly end the battle against hundreds of bandits in ten seconds.
What made an even deeper impression on Anastasia was…