As usual, Kabe kicked the guild doors open with one big boot, then walked inside with a yawn.
"Yo. Good afternoon, you useless losers."
"...Hm?"
When no curses came flying back at him, Kabe suddenly stopped in place. Sweeping his gaze across the guild, where everyone was staring straight at him in perfect silence, he raised his voice again.
"Good afternoon, you worthless pieces of trash."
"Good afternoon, Kabe." ×N
"What the hell?! Who are you people? Where did my guildmates go?!"
Looking like he had just seen a ghost, Kabe raised a ki blast in his palm and scanned the crowd, who were acting completely out of character and not talking back at all.
He seriously suspected they had all been controlled by some evil spell.
Fortunately, the moment everyone saw the ki blast in his hand, nobody dared keep playing around anymore.
Macao waved him over.
"Kabe, get over here. Look at today's paper."
"What's with all of you, acting so weird?"
That was what he said, but he still dispersed the ki blast and walked over to Macao.
And after reading the newspaper, he became even more speechless.
"That's it? Wasn't this already a sure thing? Even without a royal recommendation, with my strength, becoming one of the Ten Wizard Saints was only a matter of time."
Wakaba said, "What the hell, your reaction is way too flat. This is the Ten Wizard Saints we're talking about."
"It's only a nomination for now. Wait until I've actually become one before getting excited."
Kabe waved a hand with no real interest, then yawned again and walked straight through the crowd.
Wakaba blinked. "What's with that guy? He looks completely drained. No energy at all."
Macao replied flatly, "...If you had four girlfriends, forget tired, you'd probably already be dead."
Everyone: "..."
...
After walking out of the crowd, Kabe found an empty table at random and flopped down over it.
Just as Macao had guessed, he really had expended a lot last night.
Erza, whom he had not seen for many days, Cana, who had already tasted what she wanted and gotten hooked, and then Mira and Laki, those two little temptresses.
It was only because Kabe's physique was outstanding enough that he had even lived to see today's sun.
Watching Kabe lying limp over the table, the two girls at the next table exchanged glances.
Bisca asked, "So that's Kabe? Why does he look so lifeless?"
Sorano replied, "A genius, obviously. Training so hard that he exhausts himself is perfectly normal."
Bisca nodded. "Wow. He's already this strong and he still works this hard. I like him even more now."
Sorano: "...Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go. I'll cheer you on from here."
Bisca let out a smug little laugh.
"Hmph. Even if you didn't say it, I was already planning to."
She stood up, turned back confidently, and flashed Sorano an "OK" sign. Then, swaying her slim waist, she made her way toward Kabe.
Sorano propped herself on the table with both hands holding her face up, eyes wide as she followed Bisca's every move.
She wanted to see whether Bisca's little operation would actually work.
If it really did get results, then it would not be too late for her to act afterward.
...
Kabe, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly caught the scent of perfume drifting toward him.
Along with it came a suspiciously sweet, deliberately softened unfamiliar female voice.
"Excuse me... may I sit here?"
Kabe slowly opened his eyes.
But what entered his vision first was a dizzying expanse of creamy white.
Bisca had bent forward on purpose, deliberately showing off her figure.