Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 28

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 28

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 28 Airmid

“Oh no! Who are you?!”

In front of an empty, unseen counter, a faint, childlike wail echoed through the air, leaving Noah even more confused.

Is that a ghost?

But luckily, Noah just froze for a moment before realizing what was going on and quickly leaned over to look at the box.

A girl wearing a white Robe with silver hair, standing beside Noah, held herself steady as she looked up at him with mysterious blue-purple eyes.

As her gaze met his, Noah realized that this wasn’t a ghost but a girl.

Despite her calm demeanor, Airmid was slightly shorter than Ais.

Even though she seemed mature compared to Ais, Noah could still tell she was slightly shorter.

She definitely wasn’t 120 centimeters tall, even if she were mistaken for Pallum.

Her delicate features made her look like a fine porcelain doll, so her proportions were quite balanced.

With her elegant Robe, she looked like someone Noah would want to hold close to his chest.

“Hey! Who are you? That gaze feels like you’re thinking about something inappropriate!”

Meeting her cautious gaze, Noah calmly held out his hand.

Before she could refuse, Noah grabbed the box from the ground and stopped her mid-sentence.

“I’m Noah Cipher, a new member of Loki Familia. Riveria brought me here to meet people, and I just went to see Dian CechtChief God.”

Airmid seemed confused for a moment before standing up, shaking off nonexistent dust, and bowing to Noah.

“My name is Airmid·Teasanare, also known as Cifer-san.”

As she stood, Noah confirmed that she was indeed slightly shorter than Ais!

“Huh?!”

Airmid girl suddenly lifted her head, sharp eyes scanning Noah.

But this time, after Noah gave her a puzzled look, she still couldn’t tell anything unusual.

“Anything wrong?”

“…Nothing.”

Giving up on investigating, Airmid was about to continue moving boxes when Noah picked things up easily.

“I’ll help you. Where are you moving them?”

Airmid blinked, her lashes so long they felt like bird wings fluttering,

“Hmm, put Trouble on the front table, thank you.”

“Well, it was my fault I crashed into you, and respecting elders and loved ones is a virtue.”

But this made Airmid unhappy. She furrowed her brows and hurried after Noah.

Realizing she only caught up in three steps while Noah took one step, her pink lips pouted.

“I’m eleven! I’m a proper young lady!”

Eleven is still considered young compared to seventeen.

Even though Noah was staring at her with a serious expression, as if he had committed some huge mistake.

But because she was so cute, like a kitten that’s not fully grown and wobbly on its feet, it made him almost want to smile.

Well, what do you expect from a lively young girl?

“Okay, this lovely young lady can stay here, right?”

But she’s cute!

Hearing Noah suddenly praise her, Airmid’s serious expression broke, and her eyes became slightly unnatural.

Girls always love being called cute!

Dian CechtChief God though praises her cute nature, but Airmid only treats that white-haired Chief God as a grandfather figure and likes to shout at him all the time.

And because she’s constantly praised, Airmid has gradually become calm and composed.

As someone highly valued by Dian CechtFamilia within Familia, Airmid maintains a distance from her peers in Familia due to their shared background.

It’s not exactly rejection or fear, but more of a cautious reserve that prevents easy communication. Plus, she can’t stand hearing her praised as cute.

Airmid notices Noah’s casual remarks are actually heartfelt.

How to put this? She feels a bit excited?

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Under Noah’s gaze, Airmid quickly lowers her slightly flushed cheeks and nearly runs behind the counter to begin preparing medications.

Whether it’s due to her innate talent or personal preference, Airmid loves making potions, which helps calm her mood.

But today, because of someone’s gaze, she accidentally fumbled a few times and finally stopped herself, sighing deeply.

“Cifer Mr., could you please be mindful of your gaze?”

“Sorry, is this about the process being confidential?”

“No, it’s just that your gaze is making me a bit uneasy.”

Seeing Airmid’s white hairline revealing her rosy earlobes, Noah suddenly realizes and shifts his gaze away.

“Sorry, I’m just really interested in medical stuff, but I can only learn the basics at most. Even though I tried experimenting with some things before, most of what I came up with wasn’t useful, so that’s why I’m curious about your professional expertise.”

This statement catches Airmid’s attention, with a flicker of surprise in her vibrant eyes.

“Why? Adventurers usually care more about weapons, don’t they?”

While Adventurers are very passionate about potions, Airmid sees it as just a love for tools that save lives. It’s no different from chasing weapons, armor, or Magic Swords.

This is like most people enjoying food but not wanting to become chefs.

Airmid doesn’t really mind this; she actually finds it quite normal.

After all, if you can’t defeat an enemy, even the best potions won’t protect others.

Just like that, over the past two days, Dian Cecht Hospital has admitted a batch of Adventurers and residents injured by the Darkside Cartel. This made Airmid feel envious for not having the Battle skills herself.

Sometimes, she really wishes she could be like Asteria Familia, wielding her sword to eliminate anyone who causes harm!

But because of this, when she feels Noah is genuinely interested in pharmacology, she becomes a bit surprised.

If someone can enter Loki Familia, that’s no doubt a person with exceptional Battle abilities.

Such people should be intoxicated by Battle, right?

“That doesn’t sound normal at all. Whether it’s pharmacology and Magic, which are full of unknowns, or even just for Battle—learning these things is perfectly fine.”

Noah seems confused about Airmid’s confusion, not just tilting her head.

“After all, Battle is meant to protect. If you kill all the enemies, but everyone you wanted to protect dies, and everything you wanted to protect is destroyed, what’s the point of Battle?”

Looking at those earnest blue eyes, Airmid opened her mouth but discovered her brain was empty, not knowing what to say.

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