The speech in Tattle Town ended, and they returned to the room at the Golden Rose Inn.
The moment she stepped through the door, Lin Naiyue, who had been putting on a heroic front just seconds ago, kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the wide, soft sofa in the center of the room like a pile of mud.
“Oh my god…” Lin Naiyue buried her face in the sofa cushion and let out a long sigh.
Primrose walked behind the sofa, placed her hands on her mother’s shoulders, and began kneading them with a gentle, steady pressure.
“Mom, you worked hard today, facing all those people,” Primrose said casually while massaging.
Lin Naiyue hummed contentedly, her eyes narrowing into slits.
As Primrose continued massaging her mother, she mentally reviewed the day’s events and started planning the next steps.
Right after the speech ended, she had briefly discussed the upcoming itinerary with Consta.
She directly told Consta that she planned to take her mother to the Miracle Snowfield to retrieve the Hero’s exclusive Holy Sword and armor left there.
She had already been planning this ever since Cecilia mentioned it last time.
This time, she also obtained more detailed information from Consta.
The Miracle Snowfield was an extremely dangerous forbidden zone, ravaged by blizzards year-round, and home to an ancient Ice Snow Dragon that had lived for who knows how many years—an incredibly terrifying ancient magical beast.
But that was fine.
She glanced down at her mother, who was lying face-down on the sofa, enjoying the massage.
Mom was now a solid Level 50 Hero.
Although the way she swung her sword with her eyes closed while slashing at slimes in the outskirts had been a bit ridiculous, after all that fuss, Mom had at least grasped the basic techniques for swinging a sword and exerting force, as well as how to use skills.
Mom knew how to apply the strength from her status panel.
What’s more, Mom had spent all 50 of her skill points—every single one—on constitution.
Over one million HP.
Was this health bar impressive? Compared to the later stages of Fantasy Divine Domain, where mechanics and numbers both went completely out of control and bosses often had hundreds of billions or even trillions of HP, no, it wasn’t.
But in the early to mid-game of Fantasy Divine Domain, when the game was still running stably, a million HP was the kind of health bar that only a mid-to-high-difficulty dungeon’s final boss would have.
It would take a group of ten to twenty people to take down such a boss—it was a big deal.
Besides, for this trip to the Miracle Snowfield, she, as a top-tier support, would be watching over everything.
And then there was Saint Cecilia—she had checked: Level 55, slightly higher than Mom, with her skill points leaning heavily toward intelligence. Converted, that meant her magic attack was around the million mark.
Comparable to Mom’s million HP.
Right, that was a squishy mage!
And Yuna, Level 50, with high physical attack and agility—somewhere in the hundreds of thousands, approaching a million. Most importantly, as a Royal Knight, she was steady and reliable. With her close protection, melee defense was no concern.
However, this reminded Primrose of the Level 60 Horse-faced Demon General from back then.
When she had used Divine Inspection to see that Horse-faced Demon General’s panel, unlike human panels—which had values for HP, Strength, Intelligence, Agility, Constitution, as well as skills and talents—the wild monster’s panel was much simpler.
It only had a few categories: attack, defense, HP, plus skills and talents.
Very basic.
In Fantasy Divine Domain, players were the protagonists, special individuals, so their panels were naturally more detailed than others.
She remembered that the Horse-faced Demon General’s attack and defense were in the millions to tens of millions, and its HP was in the hundreds of millions.
Primrose speculated that the kingdom had survived until now thanks to two things: first, human wave tactics—just like forming a party to fight a boss in a game, with a dozen or so combatants like Cecilia and Yuna, plus a mob of misfits.
Second, it was probably thanks to the Smoky Purple Grade equipment stored in the royal treasury.
Cecilia had mentioned this last time: that, for the kingdom, Crimson Grade equipment was only taken out when it was truly time to defend the country.
And in Fantasy Divine Domain, Crimson Grade was indeed a watershed—it was where the numbers started to break down, and the culprit behind the first wave of mass player departures.
That version was the earliest omen of the dark age’s arrival.
Speaking of which, there was also that Demon King, Dorothy, who had been tagging along and playing pitiful the whole time…
Thinking of that little girl, Primrose’s hands paused slightly in their work.
Dorothy was indeed a huge uncertain factor.
Over 25,000 levels, with stats averaging in the tens of trillions—a terrifying panel. A flick of her finger could destroy the world.
But after secretly observing her for the past couple of days, Primrose had noticed that Dorothy seemed to be thoroughly enjoying this game of playing house.
As long as they didn’t actively expose Dorothy’s identity, Dorothy would most likely keep up the act, and might even secretly lend a hand when danger came, just to maintain her disguise.
And even if Dorothy did decide to flip the table in the snowfield, with her defense buff, no one would get hurt.
All things considered, this trip to the Miracle Snowfield was relatively safe.
The Hero’s Holy Sword and armor had to be retrieved as soon as possible.
The current set of Smoky Purple Grade equipment her mom was using was only good for a temporary stopgap. Facing high-level magical beasts, it was completely inadequate.
A Hero without exclusive equipment was like a tiger without teeth—unable to unleash her true strength.
Wait a minute…
Primrose suddenly realized something.
Last time she had seen Dorothy’s panel, it was in the format of a human panel?
That was strange… In theory, as a world boss, Dorothy’s panel should have been the same as that Horse-faced Demon General’s—just attack, defense, HP, skills, and talents.
Why did she have a detailed human-style panel?
Unless Dorothy was human now—which was clearly impossible.
Then the only explanation was that she used to be human.
If she used to be human, her panel would have been fixed, and even if she later transformed into another race, the panel wouldn’t change.
A human turning into a demon race…
Primrose knew that in Fantasy Divine Domain, there were detailed settings for humans becoming elves or angels.
For example, to become an elf, you just needed to be kissed by a member of the opposite sex.
To become an angel, you needed a key item: the Angel’s Heart.
But turning into a demon race… she really couldn’t imagine how that was done.
Just then, Lin Naiyue’s voice interrupted Primrose’s thoughts.
“Ah, my nerves were so wound up earlier, and now that I’ve relaxed, I feel completely limp, like my bones have fallen apart.”
Lin Naiyue lay on her back on the sofa, looking up at Primrose’s face, and made a cupping gesture in the air with both hands.
“Mommy feels very happy right now.”
Seeing the violet, shimmering gleam in her mother’s eyes, Primrose silently continued pressing the muscles near her collarbone to help her relax.
Just then, Lin Naiyue’s gaze wandered upward and suddenly landed on Primrose’s chest.
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