C71 Diana

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After introducing myself to Diana the cute bunny girl, I got a system notification for some shop points. I was hoping to rank up, but I know that it's going to get hard to increase my rank soon. Although, I'm not worried about it. I know that if I want to rank up, then I could easily o it with my power leveling plan. The dead bodies were stripped of everything useful as always and placed in my inventory for safekeeping.

"Umm, I just want to say that I'm extremely grateful for what you did for me." Diana says with a relieved smile on her face.

"You're welcome. We're you adventuring in the dungeon alone? That's very dangerous you know. You should find a party to have your back." I say, pretending that I didn't see her party members abandon her.

"No, I was with my party, but we got overwhelmed by the squirrels."

"Ohh, I'm so sorry for your loss." I act perfectly. Maybe I should open up a theater in Sena and act on stage. I think I'm quite good.

"Umm, they aren't dead. They sacrificed me to the beasts just before you got here. They took off running as fast as they could. If it wasn't for you then I would be dead by now. Thanks again, Syrin." She says with a bit of awkwardness and sadness from her recent betrayal.

"I see. Well, you're better off without them. Men that would sacrifice their own comrades to survive aren't men you want to be close too. At least now you know that they aren't worth your time, and you can cut them out of your life. You have a new start now, Diana. A start without any traitors at your back. You should count yourself lucky." I say and Diana gives me a small smile.

"You're right. Thank you once again, Syrin."

"No problem, so now that you're, shall we say, unemployed. Would you be interested in coming to work for me?" She asks with a puzzled expression.

"What? Like a member of your party?"

"No, more like a servant."

"A servant? Are you noble or something?" She asks but before I could reply she bowed extremely low. "Please forgive my disrespect, my lord."

"You're forgiven and you don't have to bow." I say as I pull her into a standing position.

"Umm, thanks." She says as she stares at me for a moment. "Are you the son of a Baron or something?" She asked.

"Something like that. Would you be interested in working for me?" I ask once again.

"What would my job be?" She counters with her own question.

"You'll be a party member of mine whenever I enter the dungeon."

She's also a very cute bunny girl and I don't have any of those on the payroll. Oh, and she has that healing ability.

"Alright, but I'm not a fighter." Diana agrees.

After accepting my job offer, Diana told me that she is a light mage. She only uses her magic to heal, apparently. Diana hasn't learned or developed any attacks or defensive moves with her magic. I'll have to remedy that over time.

When we were done talking, I had Nova teleport us back to the palace. Diana unknowingly tagged along and was very shocked to learn that I'm the crowned prince. After giving her a good shock, Nova took her to her home and I went straight to sleep. I have to host the tournament tomorrow after all.

The tournament and my time in the dungeons went on, and it's been three days since I hired Diana. I've made it to the boss floor on the 10th floor of the dungeon and reached the rank 8 in both magic and battle energy.

Enough about dungeons and ranks. Today is a special day! Today is the day that the winner of the 70s section will be decided. None of the rank 90 contestants have even shown up to the tournament thus far. We have no need to cut down the rank 90 contestants numbers, as only five entered the tournament in the first place.

When I arrived at the coliseum, I waited patiently for the stands to fill and the contestants to arrive. Whilst waiting I decided to take a stroll around the coliseum. As I was walking through the halls, I went to one of the many balcony's and looked down at the people marching into the coliseum to watch the fights.

The balcony was empty when I arrived, but when I turned around I saw a small family of three. Two middle-aged parents and a young boy. They seemed to notice me as well and instantly kneeled before me.

"We apologize for interrupting you, Your Highness." The father says as calmly and clearly as possible. They all seemed a bit scared that they have offended me. "We'll get out of your way immediately."

"No problem. You haven't done anything wrong, so you can all stand and relax." I calmly speak to them as to not scare them further.

"Thank you for your kindness, Prince Syrin." The Mother says as they all stand back up.

"You're very welcome." I say with a kind smile. "Are you here to watch the tournament?"

"No, my dad is fighting today!" The young boy that couldn't be older than four says with eyes shining brightly.

"Ohh, that's cool. Is your dad strong?" I ask the boy.

"Yeah, my dad can beat up anyone else's dad." The boy says with conviction.

"Wow. Do you think he could beat up my dad?" I ask and his parents looked very scared for their child's answer.

"Yup, my dad is the strongest in the whole world, but he won't beat up your dad unless he's being a meany." The boy boasted his dad's strength.

"Your Highness, please forgive him he's just a..." the parents try to save their son but are cut off by boisterous laughter.

"Hahaha, he must be very strong then." A voice says from behind the family.

Behind the small family stood my parents. My father openly laughed and my mother was trying to hold back her giggles.

"Hey, dad." I waved with a teasing smile on my face.

The parents of the child looked like they are about to sacrifice their lives to save their son. The kid turns around and eyes my dad up and down as if he is comparing him to his dad.

"Hello, son. I see you're up to some mischief." My father replies.

"Nothing too bad. Hey, mom."

"Hi, sweetie!"

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