DanMachi: The Epic of the Heroic Spirits of Emiya Shirou

At Boss Mia's fierce roar, the previously excited women immediately fell silent.

"Little fox, from now on you don't need to show your face in public or do any work in the shop."

Mia said, "From today onwards, you are Emiya's personal maid, understand?"

Chunji's eyes lit up: "I understand!"

Serving the master, that's something I'm good at... and if it's Master Emiya, hehehe...

The fox couldn't help but chuckle foolishly.

1

Chapter 1 Haruhime's Wish.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Chunji quietly got up and tiptoed out of her room. After washing up, she began to busy herself with her daily chores.

The little fox first went to the bathroom and carefully cleaned every corner, making sure that everything was spotless.

Next, she turned to the common area of ​​another building, gently wiping the wooden tabletop with the rag in her hand, sweeping away the dust, tidying up the furniture, and making the whole space look brand new.

Cleaning these places was not within her job responsibilities, but Chun-hee took on the task voluntarily.

Besides cleaning, she also helps organize the clothes of Emiya and the other older sisters in the tavern. These clothes are carefully folded and neatly arranged by Haruhime, and if there are any dirty clothes, the girl will take them to be washed.

Haruhime's condition was not suitable for her to appear in public, so Boss Mia arranged for her to only serve Emiya, thus avoiding her exposure to the outside world.

Logically speaking, Chunji shouldn't have to do anything and could just enjoy everything, but the little fox was never willing to be idle. She took the initiative to do all kinds of housework and was very busy.

Emiya had tried to tell her that she didn't need to do these things. However, whenever Haruhime heard this, she would always look aggrieved, as if it made her feel like she had lost her purpose. Seeing this, Emiya could only nod in agreement and let her continue doing what she wanted.

Chunji always had a clear understanding of her own position. In her heart, she was the master's concubine, even...

"Own things".

She had been a prostitute, and although she had never entertained any other customers, Haruhime still felt that she was no longer qualified to stand openly beside Emiya.

She didn't dare to dream of being his "official wife," she only hoped to enter his family in any way possible, even if it was just the most humble status.

On the other hand, Chunji also vaguely felt that compared to "wife" and "madam", the special status of "concubine" or "lover" made her feel more excited.

"Because she was favored by the master, she suffered harassment and abuse from the first wife, spending her days in tears at home. But every day when the master came home, she would still show him her brightest smile..."

Whenever she imagined such a scene, the little fox Chunji felt her heart pound violently and her body so hot that she almost fainted.

"Or, a 'concubine' would also work, someone kept by the master in an outside mansion, meeting him secretly every day behind the master's back..."

"When I met with the lady, the master would secretly play with my tail from an angle where she couldn't see, while chatting with her as if nothing was wrong, and I had to pretend that nothing had happened... Ugh..."

As these images unfolded in her mind, Haruhime's cheeks turned as red as ripe apples.

She clutched Emiya's clothes, took a deep breath, and her beautiful tail swayed behind her.

It's hard to say whether a young girl's self-identity, or rather her desires, stem from inferiority or from deep-seated longing.

"Haruhime, are you over here? Have you seen my clothes?"

Emiya's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Upon hearing his voice, Chun Ji was startled and let out a cute "ee-ya" sound. Her tail stood up instantly, and her whole body froze in panic.

Then, she looked down and her face instantly turned red. Because of her recent fantasy, she had unconsciously gripped Emiya's clothes too tightly, and the clothes were now crumpled up.

Chunji frantically tried to smooth out her clothes, but as soon as her hand touched the soft fabric, all sorts of fantasies began to surface in her mind, and her tail swayed involuntarily. The more nervous she became, the more clumsy her movements became.

"What should we do..."

Her voice was barely audible as she anxiously looked at the clothes in her hands, afraid that Emiya would discover her earlier lapse in composure.

"He can't even do this little thing right. It seems he should be punished properly."

Strange fantasies suddenly flooded her mind, and Chunji's face instantly turned bright red.

In the girl's fantasy, the old man walked towards her step by step, taking off his clothes one by one...

Finally, the little fox let out a soft whisper, and then, overwhelmed by tension and shyness, it fainted and collapsed to the ground.

"Yes, sorry!"

Upon waking, Haruhime hurriedly apologized and then made a "three-finger salute" gesture in front of Emiya.

The girl knelt on the ground with her knees together, her upper body upright but slightly leaning forward. She gently lowered her head, touching the ground with her thumb, index finger, and middle finger, her posture elegant and pleasing to the eye.

The aristocratic education and etiquette lessons I received in my childhood are surprisingly coming in handy today.

Chunji had been required to practice various etiquettes countless times, and her posture had to be perfect, or she would be severely reprimanded. Now, her body was familiar with these etiquettes, and her movements were exceptionally standard.

Emiya looked at the girl in front of him and said helplessly, "Haruhime, there's no need for this. I don't have anything important to do today, and my clothes don't matter. I can just change them."

He reached out and helped Chunji up.

When Emiya's fingers touched Haruhime's arm, the girl trembled slightly, and her tail began to wag excitedly almost instinctively.

"Speaking of which, Haruhime, how about we get some training?"

Emiya suddenly asked.

"exercise?"

Chunji paused for a moment, looking at him blankly, clearly puzzled by the suggestion.

With Haruhime's talent, it would be a tremendous waste not to make good use of it. Moreover, her extraordinary magic also destined her for an eventful future. Even if she longed for an ordinary life, reality would likely not allow her to live a peaceful existence forever.

Therefore, at least Haruhime needs to train some basic combat skills in preparation for any eventuality.

"I...can give it a try."

Haruhime said softly, hoping that she would have enough ability to help Emiya at crucial moments.

"Haruhime, have you ever used the Demon Sword?"

Emiya asked again.

The girl paused for a moment, then shook her head blankly.

Her knowledge of the Demon Sword was limited to rumors and descriptions in books, but she had never seen or used it in person.

Haruhime's knowledge system is rather unorthodox, mainly consisting of the knowledge of rituals and etiquette she learned as a child, as well as what she learned later from the prostitute sisters in the Ishtar Familia, which is the so-called "art of the bedroom".

Correspondingly, she has very little exposure to other areas of knowledge.

"The magic sword is a special magical item, and it should be the most suitable weapon for you."

Emiya said, "Haruhime, come with me."

He led Haruhime to the courtyard, then snapped his fingers: "Projection, begin (Trace, On)."

As he finished speaking, a faint light flashed from his hand. Emiya gently waved his arm, instantly projecting ten demonic swords into the air.

These are all [Fireworks Magic Swords]—magical items that have no actual destructive power. Whenever they are swung, they don't produce fireballs or lightning, but instead release a beautiful firework.

This magic sword was designed by the blacksmiths of the Hephaestus Familia when they were bored, but there were only design drawings and it was never actually manufactured.

Emiya successfully materialized it using projection magic.

This design is suitable for people like Haruhime who have no combat experience to practice with.

Emiya handed the demonic sword to Haruhime: "Here, try practicing. Don't be nervous, take your time."

Haruhime gripped the demon sword, her heart pounding. She cautiously raised the sword, took a deep breath as Emiya instructed, and mustered her courage to swing it. But as if by instinct, she closed her eyes tightly as she released the demon sword.

As a result, the sword light veered off course, and the magic firework, which should have shot out in a straight line, veered to the right and shot directly into a corner of the courtyard, exploding into a small cluster of colorful fireworks.

Haruhime panicked immediately, so nervous that she couldn't even speak. Her face turned bright red, and she thought to herself that her performance had been terrible. She looked timidly at Emiya, full of apology.

However, Emiya showed no sign of blaming her: "Don't be nervous, everyone is a little clumsy the first time. Take your time, try to open your eyes, focus on the target you want to shoot, and don't be afraid of making mistakes."

Haruhime took a deep breath and mustered her courage to try again. This time, she tried her best to control her nervousness, relax her mind and body, and slowly raised the demon sword according to Emiya's instructions.

After several failures, Chun Ji finally got the hang of it. Just before she was about to run out of uses on the magic sword, it finally fired a beam of light that struck the target in front of her, and a small, dazzling firework bloomed.

Haruhime's eyes widened instantly, her tense face contorted with disbelief. She jumped up, overjoyed, and threw herself into Emiya's arms, exclaiming excitedly, "I did it! I did it!"

However, a few seconds later, she realized that she had impulsively hugged Emiya, and was immediately embarrassed and at a loss for what to do. She quickly let go, her face turning red to the roots of her ears.

She lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Emiya, but her tail was still wagging gently with excitement.

Just then, Seele and the other girls saw what Haruhime was doing in the distance and immediately ran over.

Anya's tail wagged excitedly as she looked at Emiya, saying expectantly, "Shirou, this looks so much fun, meow! Can I have a few?"

Emiya projected several firework-themed magic swords, not giving them directly to Anya, but handing them to Seele: "That's fine, but you all need to be careful, especially with fire, don't break anything... Seele, please keep an eye on them."

Anya happily took the magic sword from Seele's hand, patting her chest and assuring her, "Don't worry! The cats will be careful!"

Seeing their excited expressions, Emiya nodded, gave them a few instructions, and then turned and left to train in the dungeon.

Time flew by, and night quietly fell. Emiya returned from the dungeon and saw Anya and the others hanging upside down on the clothesline as soon as he entered.

Seele walked over with a cup of hot tea, shook her head and said, "When they were playing with fireworks, they accidentally shot one of them on Mia's mother's head."

Anya, hanging on the clothesline, couldn't help but let out a pitiful cry: "Shirou, help me, meow! Help the cat!"

108

Chapter 108 Freya: Give Ryu a boost in strength.

The day before Haruhime checked into the "Abundant Mistress" tavern.

"That's how it is, Lady Freya."

Inside the central building of the "Battlefield" [Silver Mansion], the goddess stood before a crystal-clear floor-to-ceiling window, examining an exquisite sketch with great interest. Behind her stood a cat-man like a knight.

"Thank you for your hard work, Allen."

Upon hearing the goddess's melodious and moving voice, [Goddess's Chariot] lowered its proud head slightly.

This Lv.6 adventurer, known as the "fastest in the city," is known for his brutality and savagery. Only in front of the goddess Freya can one see his restrained and reserved demeanor.

Freya tilted her head slightly, admiring the painting in her hands, a mesmerizing smile unconsciously appearing on her lips.

This is a sketch created in a very short time, yet its brushstrokes are anything but simple. Every line and brushstroke is enough to astound even the world's best painters, and anyone who sees it would consider it a "masterpiece."

Indeed, this is a masterpiece in the literal sense—its author is none other than Hermes, the god of travelers.

Hermes held a very diverse divine role. He was the god of commerce and travelers, as well as the protector of thieves and shepherds. He was the messenger of the gods, the first bard, skilled in mathematics and debate, and proficient in music, painting, and other arts.

If there's one thing Hermes isn't good at, it's probably fighting. Both Hermes and his retinue are more accustomed to operating from the rear.

Like a bard, they are always the supporters of heroes and the singers of their stories.

Freya entrusted Hermes, who had returned to the labyrinth city after a long absence, with the task of investigating the situation of the Ishtar Familia. Hermes, of course, readily agreed to such a mission.

This somewhat frivolous male god had long dreamed of visiting Orario's red-light district. Now, with a legitimate reason to go there and the event funds provided by the goddess Freya, it was an unexpected surprise for Hermes.

In broad daylight, Hermes arrived early at the pleasure district. Under the guise of "scouting," he wandered around, indulging in various pleasures in different areas. Hermes easily charmed many girls, their laughter and chatter filling the air as he had a wonderful time.

For the women of the red-light district, a handsome and generous god was simply the ideal customer.

However, although Hermes was having a good time in the red-light district and had forgotten about home, he was still very professional. He completed all the tasks Freya gave him with high quality and quantity, and was definitely worthy of the commission given by the goddess.

There was even an extra bonus that was well worth the price: the painting in the goddess's hand—an impromptu creation inspired by Hermes while watching Emiya's battle.

That's right, Hermes witnessed the entire battle between Emiya and the Ishtar Familia's battle prostitutes, but no one noticed him because this god had the assistance of a [magical item].

With the help of Talaria boots that allow people to stay in the air and Hades Head that eliminates the user's presence, Hermes easily completed the task of observing the battlefield, and even the most astute adventurers failed to notice his presence.

These items were made by Asphial Andromeda, the leader of the Hermes Familia and a Level 2 "All-Powerful" individual.

Asphi is one of the few possessors of the "Mystery" ability in the city. Her "Mystery" effect is the creation of magical items. It is thanks to the various magical items created by Asphi that the Hermes Familia is always able to complete various high-difficulty requests.

As before, the client, the goddess Freya, was very satisfied with the results of the Hermes Familia, especially Hermes' paintings.

The main character in the painting is a brave young man. He holds a sharp sword in one hand and embraces a fox-woman girl in the other. In front of him, a large number of Amazon female warriors surge like a tidal wave, while the young man has a cold expression and charges forward with his sword.

Clearly, Hermes's painting was based on the battle between the adventurers of Emiya and the Ishtar Familia, but it contains a great deal of artistic embellishment.

For example, the weapon was changed from an axe to a sword, perhaps because Emiya's posture of wielding a heavy axe was too fierce and not as aesthetically pleasing as a sword; also, Emiya did not actually fight while holding Haruhime. After empowering the [Mega Hammer], he went to the palace of the goddess Ishtar alone, and Haruhime was taken away by the [Black Cat] Chloe who sneaked in.

The overall atmosphere of the painting is actually not quite right. Hermes's painting makes it look like Emiya is holding a fox-girl and breaking through the enemy's defenses, giving it a tragic and epic feel.

However, the truth that night was that the boy broke into the home of the Ishtar clan without warning and gave the many girls, who were still confused about what was going on, a good beating.

The only one who could stop him, the "Man Killer," was ambushed by the unscrupulous "Swift Wind," who was in cahoots with him, and was easily defeated by the young elf girl.