Vaelira pulled a small metal case from her coat, flicking it open with a practiced motion. A single cigarette rested between her lips. She plucked another one and held it out to him.
"Smoke?" she offered in a neutral tone.
"No, thanks."
"Suit yourself," she shrugged her shoulders and lit her cigarette, inhaling deeply. "Haaah... I needed this so badly..." she exhaled with utmost satisfaction. Then, the blonde woman looked at Kaiden once again. She sighed. "I’m sorry."
"For?" Kaiden asked with a raised eyebrow, trying to make sense of what was happening.
"For how I treated you. All four of you are doing better than my so-called ’guild mates’ who have been training for years, yet I gave you a great deal of trouble."
"No doubt about that. Why, though?"
"To make the stream more enjoyable. Watching us suffer in the desert heat gets boring quickly... I needed to provide them with some drama."
"I see."
"So I’m not getting your forgiveness?" Vaelira asked wryly.
"No. To hell with your stream numbers. We’re combatants first and entertainers second. By inciting drama in our group, you’ve alienated us from the rest of Nova Circuit. A D-rank dungeon is not your high school playground, Vaelira. You’re not only risking the lives of me and my lovers but also your fellow guild members. Instead of working together to clear this difficult dungeon, we have to watch our backs."
A second sigh escaped her lips. "I wish life was so simple... My parents went all-in on this opportunity; they took out loans to promote my stream. If I don’t make it big, it’ll all be for naught."
Kaiden had to laugh out loud, this conversation was becoming plain ridiculous. "So? What does that change? You’re damned A-tier awakened, Vaelira. Just farm a few levels and sign a contract with a big guild if you’re so worried about money. Financial troubles don’t make what you did today right, in fact, it just makes you an even greedier bitch than I already knew you to be. You endangered human lives to further your streamer career."
"Fine. I’m a pathetic, greedy bitch, I get it..." she exhaled with a big gust of smoke, her eyes unnaturally tired. It was more than mere exhaustion from their harsh day in the desert. There was something deeper there. Years of pressure, bottled frustration, and silent regret pooling in her weary expression.
"The lanky nerdy loser who professed his love for me all those years ago underwent a ridiculous glow-up, created a harem of gorgeous beauties who love him dearly, and he somehow managed to start his journey as an awakened without the backing of a guild... I’m so jealous. Haaah... I should’ve become your girlfriend back then."
Kaiden was surprised by her tone, she was being uncharacteristically genuine for some odd reason. However, he didn’t like her final statement. "If we became an item, I sincerely hope I would’ve become disillusioned with you after getting to know the real you because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have met these three precious existences. It would’ve been the greatest mistake of my life."
"Heh... You’re not pulling any punches, Kaiden. I’m still a lady, you know? What would you do if I burst into tears?"
"Take a picture, probably."
"Ouch! You truly do hate me, don’t you?" she chuckled, and Kaiden couldn’t help but sense sadness in her tone. She felt miserable. That being said, he didn’t care about her mental well-being because he knew very well she would resume her antagonistic attitude once the cameras started rolling tomorrow morning. As such, even if he made peace with her now, it wouldn’t change anything.
"I don’t hate you enough to kill you even if I could get away without repercussions, but I probably wouldn’t go out of my way to rush to your rescue if you were in danger."
Vaelira winced at his cold asnwer and sighed for the umpteenth time. "How did you do it?"
"Did what?"



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