Chapter 770 Day Of The Mission

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Chapter 770 Day Of The Mission

[A Few Days Later]

"She's late..."

Rey stood at the courtyard, his brows furrowed in annoyance as he constantly beat his feet against the floor in anger while waiting for his partner.

He had been waiting for nearly an hour now, and she still wasn't at their rendezvous point.

It was slowly eating away at his never-ending patience.

Unfortunately, anytime it reached the threshold, all of his anger would vanish, leaving him back where he started—as a patient man waiting.

'Ater and his team already left yesterday. I can't be late on my very first day, can I?' He sighed, both arms folded.

He was all alone in the courtyard too.

An hour earlier, the Royal Council Members, as well as the Frontline Members were all waiting for her. However, upon seeing that their schedule would be affected if they delayed any longer, they decided to head out first.

And so, Rey had to transport them to the battlefield.

He had already gone there a day prior so he could observe the place and make sure it was conducive for Alicia and his other classmates.

Much to his surprise, a lot of preparations had already been put in place for their arrival.

It was clear they were expecting the Otherworlders and Chief Warrior.

'Accommodations and every other thing seem rough, but not terrible. They should be able to make do. After all, it's much better than the Grand Calamity Class Dungeon experience...' He even found himself musing.

Before leaving the battlefield that day, Rey ensured to make his own preparations.

That was all he could do, after all.

'Bottom line is that everyone else has gone to their respective locations... except me.' He wasn't in any particular hurry, considering the process that awaited them in the Dragon Continent, but it simply felt awkward to be the last person remaining—especially since he was the one who suggested their current formation.

'Well, being alone did give me enough time to think about... everything else...'

He had to say goodbye to Alicia in a very heartfelt way, and despite her concerns for him regarding his journey to the Continent, she didn't say or do anything negative.

Rey already knew he couldn't follow through with that thought, and it was for one single reason.

'I can't be that unfair to her.'

There was no way he would treat her like a consolation prize, or a rebound, after not getting with the main girl that he wanted to end up with. No way... 'I can't intentionally do that to her.' After sighing about it and shrugging, he shut his eyes and contemplated on his rather bleak and lonely future.

Right then—at that very moment—Rey heard a voice and felt a presence at the same time.

"REYYYY!"

He opened his eyes and saw a particular girl a short distance from him.

'H-huh...?'

She had long white hair, with a single horn protruding from her forehead like a unicorn. Her eyes were crimson, but had a hint of purple within them. She had pale, clear skin, and her absolutely stunning dress complimented her perfectly.

Most importantly, she was petite.

Her chest was quite bountiful, and her figure was immaculate, but she was considerably short. All of this added to her charm, of course, especially her child-like smile and sparkling eyes.

She looked about Rey's age—no, perhaps a year or two younger.

'Ahh...' Everything about her appearance made Rey's eyes widen as she ran towards him—though he perceived everything in slow motion.

It seemed like forever before she finally reached him.

"Tah dah!"

"...." He was initially speechless at her grand presentation and overly familiar attitude.

If he wasn't aware of the context of their mission, he would have mistaken her for someone else. But, Rey had no doubt about it after seeing her up close.

"Lucielle...?"

"Yup! In the flesh!" She grinned brightly, flashing her signature smile while giggling like a kid.

Rey couldn't express how stunned he was—not just about her beauty, which was a great deal, but also the disguise itself.

Lucielle's form was completely different from how he remembered her.

'How did she pull off something this perfect?!'