Name: Kalista Wynne
At least she has a cool name. But I guess I can't just pick a protector like choosing a Pokémon. Have to look closer.
Orion flipped past the next nine male NPCs and saw that there were ten candidates in the entire file. Since the only female NPC was at the very beginning, he turned back to her profile.
As a healthy male and a man of culture, of course he was going to choose the female one.
Even her name is badass. Kalista.
Name: Kalista Wynne Power
Level: Lloyd (5th Stage) - Warlord
Date of Birth: 5 Solflare, Year 850 (Age 30) (Midka Graduate)
The Power Level section for the other 9 male NPCs read something like Bearer (Forth Stage).
This Kalista was obviously stronger. Her placement at the very front made that clear.
Orion, who had no clue what Lloyd meant, looked a little longer at the woman's cold, intense photo. Beneath her picture's evident beauty and tough stare there were other absurd details.
For example, the "Psychology" section only had a word: "Introverted."
Psychology: Introverted?
"Why the question mark? Are they unsure, or is there some kind of joke?"
Are they seriously messing with me?
All of the other 9 men's psychology sections had more detailed and proper explanations. Even the shortest one described the candidates with at least five sentences. But Kalista's file had a single word and a question mark.
The second strangeness was the odd information that wasn't in the men's files.
Favorite Color: Golden Yellow (Favorite underwear color: white)
Favorite Animal: Flame Squirrel (A monster squirrel species living in the Southern Azel Forests)
Favorite Food: Kebab
Seriously, who gives a sh*t about this? Maybe the first one a little, but..
Race: Pure Human
Appearance: Golden brown skin, long reddish-brown hair, tattooed shoulders, and a muscular abdomen. Her body is muscular, dynamic, and athletic. (110 - 60 - 95)
Specialty: Aura Mastery, Body Enhancement, Elemental Dance
Martial Arts:
1- Midka Combat Arts - Grand Master
2- Southern All-Body Wrestling Technique - Master
General Ability Summary:
With Heavy Physical Damage and Super Fast Movements - A Dancer / Warrior
There was other information but Orion skipped the terms he didn't know and reading only what he could understand.
He approached the area where all the ostentatious wardrobes were located. He fiddled with an expensive wall-mounted phone for about a minute.
The machine seemed to use very different technology. But when he dialled Samuel's number, it felt exactly like using an ancient phone. He remembered those vintage phones from his grandmother's house in the '90s.
This game's developers really nailed the feeling of a classic retro phone. Brings back so many memories.
After a ring the other side connected.
"How may I help you Mr. Vale?"
She knows it is me! Impressive.
He told the woman on the phone exactly what he wanted without any small talk. He specified that he had chosen Kalista as his protector and hung up. From the voice it felt like she was young, probably a secretary.
I guess, Butler Sebastian has strange taste even in his age.
Seizing the chance to find out where to eat, Orion left his dorm room. As he walked down the stairs, he felt exactly like his student years.
It was the same when he was staying in a dorm for the very first time in 18.
There was a new possibility, freshman or an adventure everywhere. Everything felt fresh and fun.
If it weren't for the whole "trapped in a game" thing, playing this game all the time wouldn't be so bad.
Orion found the dining hall in the same floor with the lobby and went inside under the watchful eyes of the other students. He mimicked a girl who walked in and sat down at a table and waited for his order to be taken.
A cheerful young woman approached him and saluted him very professionally.
"Hello Mr. Orion. My name is Leile. I have been assigned by the Royal Dorm to personally assist you. It's a pleasure to meet you. How are you?"
Orion looked up in surprise at the least made-up girl he had ever seen and quietly replied, "I'm good."
"From now on, I will personally take care of you in the Royal Dorm Dining Halls."
When the young woman started talking as if she had been doing this job for fifty years, Orion hesitated to open his mouth out of embarrassment.
It was the first time someone had spoken to him like this. Moreover, although her voice sounded mature and her clothes resembled those of an older person, she looked to be in her 20s.
She talks to me as if I am royalty or something... as if I am some shit. Which I am not in reality.
It was a new and addicting feeling. And Orion didn't have time to think about these as the girl was looking at him with those eyes.
"Would you like me to bring you some orange juice? It will whet your appetite until your breakfast is ready, Mr. Orion."
"Sure."
Orion nodded or approved everything that was said after that. When the waitress finally walked away, he noticed that everyone around him was looking at him, regardless of gender.
Other people were being attended to, but the waiters at the other tables were both older and generally people responsible for the entire table area. There was no such thing as personal, one-on-one attention like Orion was receiving.
Does Ranking first in the exam really make this much difference?
When the orange juice and a plate of small sweets arrived, there was a small piece of paper with a phone number on the edge of the plate. The waitress, who looked to be in her mid-20s, maximum 27 or 28, leaned in slightly and whispered to Orion.
"If there is anything you hesitate to mention in the dining hall, or if you have any special requests outside of your meals, you can reach out to me.
Any request you have is my command. You can call me anytime, regardless of the hour."
A young woman with blonde hair, brown eyes, and a voluptuous body winked and said, "You can reach out to me for anything."
Orion was finally tasting what rich or handsome men felt on an ordinary Tuesday.
His heart rate accelerated so much that all the worries in his mind disappeared at that moment. All the anxieties, the desire to wake up in his own home, or the stress of all those years just went poof and vanished.
He was both very handsome and in one of the most important positions in the magic world at that moment. It was a game, yes. But who cares? For a second, a very dangerous tought came and gone in his head.
Orion forced himself to think about other things. Like the waitress.
It may be normal for a beautiful waitress to give him her phone number with suggestive words. But since he was experiencing this for the first time, he still had difficulty comprehending what was happening.
Wait, do women openly hit on men this much? Where's the chivalry, where's the self-respect!
As someone who had always lived with figures of ideal, virtuous, and shy women in his head; everything he knew about women had been shattered!
Being this naive is seriously painful.
For the next few minutes, he watched the outside from the window under the gaze of many people who were observing him. It was like the experience of a wealthy businessman coming to eat at an random restaurant.
A memory crossed his mind about the things he had done to Thalia.
I must be crazy. Was she a normal tutorial NPC?
He got large amounts of testosterone and temporary courage after so many deaths and pain yesterday.
Did I act too over the top yesterday?
After suffering so much pain from the creatures and other absurdities in the labyrinth, he was in a state where he didn't care about anything when he saw a person for the first time. But now that he thought about it, he had touched almost every part of that NPC.
It feels less and less like I'm in a game.
For a few minutes, he watched the young students walk, some couples flirt and birds play around a peaceful garden.
The windows showed a lot about this place, even if it was a game.