Curtis didn’t even want to imagine what he must’ve looked like as all that happened, and he was once again about to say that if someone else needed that particular crystal core, then they could have it.
Especially after hearing that there was actually quite a variation of cores, and out of everyone who’d redeemed their vouchers, they’d only gotten three S-rank ones!
The struggling deputy nearly choked at his own audacity for using the word only when even a single S-rank core would’ve given the elites of the Empire something to wage wars over.
But considering how three was apparently still fewer than what D-29 had been hoping for, Curtis couldn’t exactly start screeching about how absurd that sounded, could he?
Yet, with that additional information, he was feeling all the more burdened by the things that kept landing in his lap.
Wouldn’t it be better to maybe save it in case they needed to sell it down the line? Maybe the next generation could benefit from it.
Unfortunately, he didn’t really get the chance to volunteer any of those thoughts, because the Imperial Crown Prince, who was obviously standing right next to the dungeon owner, suddenly spoke up.
"Don’t even think about returning it. Finding the right cores for the right people can be difficult, so the fact that you’ve already got one that fits your fighting style means less work for my wife."
"..."
Xavier looked as imposing as ever while saying it, but Luca’s eyes immediately lit up the moment he heard those words, making the Crown Prince seem far more approachable when his harsh expression instantly softened as Luca turned to look at him.
Eden and Curtis knew they should probably be used to it by now.
But it was really hard not to balk at the guy when it genuinely felt like their Crown Prince had been replaced by some lovesick alien!
Still, the Deputy Officer knew better than to argue, so all he could really say was, "But I might not even be able to use it properly. I’m not exactly S-rank myself, and I might not have enough spiritual energy to draw out its full potential."
It was then that Luca spoke up.
"About that..."
"...?"
Curtis noticed his girlfriend’s back instantly straighten.
What has her so worked up?
"We actually think you’re naturally pretty close to a breakthrough," Luca explained. "So with a little more training and maybe some of the new manuals, we might just be able to get you to break through to S-rank! We’re not sure if we can do it before you need to go after the pirates, but it’d definitely be best if that’s the case..."
Luca looked like he was already deliberating over something else, but Curtis honestly didn’t get to hear much of anything after the part about becoming an S-rank.
Especially with the incredibly casual way Luca had said it, as if he were simply talking about some predictable change in the weather!
"...What?"
"It’s as he says," Xavier added with a completely calm expression. "We’ve since learned that you can cultivate your way up those spiritual ranks you were born with."
"..."
Curtis’s eyes looked like they were ready to fall right out of their sockets.
Excuse you?!
But hey, just how insane could these people possibly be?!
If they were planning on giving him heart attacks one after another, couldn’t they have just done it all in one go?!
Maybe ripped off the entire bandage and included how they were apparently capable of vacuuming and repurposing corruption?!
Or get this.
Maybe they could’ve led with that!


And that core was apparently perfect!
Now, said Honey almost died the moment those words were uttered.
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