It was true… flexing didn’t necessarily require taking risks, especially since this was a Dropout Stream Script.
At the moment of his former teammates’ life-and-death crisis, they would find themselves forced to rely on the protagonist who had already left the team to resolve the situation.
Wasn’t that a point of satisfaction in itself?
This was undoubtedly what the Script expected.
In that case, perhaps she could act as a catalyst to push things along.
Just as her previous actions had changed Liz’s thoughts, thereby changing the other girl’s destiny.
So, after thinking it over, she decided that her best course of action was to find a way to let Red go encounter the members of Dawnblade on the Twenty-Fourth Floor.
Based on the Time Fragmentation she had just seen, there was still some time before Liz and the others encountered this crisis.
She had plenty of time to lay out her plan.
Letia placed her empty cup back on the table.
After straightening out the thoughts in her mind bit by bit, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
“Tsk… as expected, after staying with that bastard Otto for so long, my heart has turned black too.”
In the past, Letia really wouldn’t have bothered to involve herself in such matters.
She had always been a fairly cold person; to her, whether others lived or died had nothing to do with her.
But now…
She would consider it doing a favor for Red.
After all, to be honest, she wasn’t afraid of being plotted against by Otto herself, but she was truly worried that a naive boy like Red would suffer a loss at Otto’s hands.
Especially now, when he actually thought Otto was a good person.
Good, my foot.
If he were truly a good person, he wouldn’t have triggered a Beast Tide at Second Floor Twenty-Seven just for a Demon Head, nearly causing the Scarlet Legion to be wiped out.
Nor would he have used Mind Control to force those Magus to work for him just to ensure the secrecy of the Blood-Hunting Spider’s Core Magic Array.
And he certainly wouldn’t have made so much money only to not give her a single cent even now!
He was simply subhuman.
And now, analyzing the situation described in the Script, the events occurring on the Twenty-Fourth Floor definitely involved that fellow Otto pulling strings behind the scenes.
“If I let the Script take control… how can I make Red entering the Twenty-Fourth Floor seem more reasonable?”
Letia fell into thought once again.
***
On the other side, Red had separated from Mason and was walking toward his home.
Perhaps in some sense, Mason wasn’t wrong; he truly was a cowardly and insecure person.
But if the day ever came where something actually happened between him and that girl Letia, he… probably wouldn’t let her go, right?
But that was just wishful thinking.
After all, he knew that Letia was mostly just talk; it was truly difficult to see through what was in her heart.
“Sigh… whatever.”
Red stood at his doorstep and sighed.
Letia seemed to have been tied down by White Church affairs recently.
According to Otto, she was handling some important handover work and couldn’t get away for the time being.
Red expressed his understanding.
After all, a figure with such an exalted status and heavy responsibilities like Letia couldn’t possibly be like him and Letia, idling around all day like two salted fish drying under the eaves.
Just as Red’s thoughts were wandering aimlessly, the Communicator Crystal at his waist suddenly vibrated, emitting a soft glow.
It was a message from Letia.
It seemed she had finally carved out a tiny bit of time to face him.
Red’s heart skipped a beat for some reason.
He took a deep breath, carrying a trace of indescribable nervousness and anticipation.
With a bit of hesitation, he opened the message.
The expected questioning or explanation did not appear.
What met his eyes was a Photo.
The main subject of the Photo seemed to be the cup of steaming coffee in Letia’s hand, but Red’s gaze was instantly drawn to the background of the image as if pulled by an invisible magnet.
Or rather, it was the even more striking presence occupying the bottom of the frame.
It was a pair of elegantly lined legs wrapped in pure White Stockings.
They were naturally crossed, shimmering with a delicate and soft luster under the light.
This seemingly unintentional composition produced an unexpected effect.
Letia’s original skirt wasn’t long to begin with.
With the coffee cup blocking the view, it created a strange visual gap.
Between those exposed thighs wrapped in White Stockings and the area above covered by the cup, the connection seemed to vanish.
At first glance, it looked like… Letia wasn’t wearing a skirt at all, only those White Stocking Panties.
Combined with her innocent words, it made the image look like something Letia had posed for unintentionally.
This made the Photo look quite pure, yet in reality, it was full of temptation and suggestion.
Red couldn’t help but look a few more times before silently saving it to his private collection.
“I’ll go see you once you’re finished with your busy period.”
After sending the message, Red’s mood seemed to brighten considerably.
He pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Since he had been held by a certain Monkey all night, he naturally hadn’t had a chance to bathe.
He could still faintly smell a light scent of alcohol on himself.
“I’ll take a bath first.”
Even though Letia wasn’t around, Red didn’t let himself get lazy.
Besides, not bathing for a whole night was indeed a bit uncomfortable.
Red entered the bathroom and lay in the bathtub, taking out his phone once more to admire the Photo Letia had sent.
Comparing Letia’s picture with the one Letia had taken before, Red made a judgment.
The feeling from Letia’s Photo was more like the pure temptation of a Little Demon, while Letia’s was more like a welfare shot unintentionally given by a noble Holy Maiden.
One couldn’t say which was better; they both had their unique charms.
Though Red really wanted to say Letia’s was better.
But his lower half indicated that he wanted them all.
“Speaking of which, can that girl Letia stay still at the Stronghold by herself?”
Given her personality of being completely unable to sit still, Red felt there was a high probability she would stay at the Stronghold for a bit before running off to wander Succubus Street again.
“But… that girl’s thoughts are indeed hard to guess.”
If Letia had just been an annoying Monkey back in Dawnblade, then after experiencing Second Floor Twenty-Seven, Red felt that his understanding of Letia had increased somewhat.
And Mason wasn’t wrong about one thing: the relationship between him and Letia had indeed become much closer.
If he were truly just a stranger to her as she claimed, she absolutely wouldn’t have gone with him to lure away the Beast Tide, nor would she have said those kinds of things.
Thinking back to Letia’s extremely serious and sincere words at the time, Red’s face couldn’t help but turn a little red.
After soaking for who knows how long, Red finally dried off and walked out of the bathroom.
Before he could rest, the doorbell rang.
“Ding-dong~”
Who is it at this hour?
Red was a bit puzzled, but he walked toward the entryway regardless.
“Can I help you with…”
The moment he opened the door, Red felt an impulse to slam it shut immediately.
The person appearing outside was none other than Letia herself!
This is.mixing up the names.