Compared to the previous girls, Greyworth appeared much more spirited.
Her military uniform and the medals on her chest symbolized her unusual identity.
"The Dusk Witch, huh."
Roa murmured, shifting his gaze away from the statue.
He looked at the next mural.
Still unfamiliar faces, he didn't recognize them.
Just as Roa was about to end his observation, he suddenly noticed another familiar face.
The mural depicted the winner of the Spirit Blade Dance Festival from three years ago.
The strongest Blade Dancer—Ren Ashbelll.
She wore a long, exotic dress, holding a fearsome dark magic sword in her left hand, striking a pose.
The magic sword in the girl's hand was the "Vorpal Sword" from the dark spirit, Restia.
Of course, that sword now belonged to Roa.
The figure in the painting had long, shiny black hair and a pearl-like fair face.
From an objective perspective, the girl depicted with delicate brushstrokes appeared exceptionally beautiful.
After looking at the girl's face and then at the name above, Roa pulled the silent girl who had been following him to the front.
Ren Ashbelll warily spoke, "I'm not a loli."
Roa: "???"
Roa, somewhat speechless, pointed at the painting on the wall and teased, "There's your portrait here."
Ren Ashbelll's gaze shifted to the painting, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.
Although Ren Ashbelll had learned a lot from Claire and Rinslet about many things, and she had some understanding of her peak moments, she didn't know much beyond that.
For example, being carved into a statue for people to worship was clearly beyond her expectations.
At that moment, the guiding priestess curiously spoke, "You do look quite like Ren Ashbelll, but unfortunately, the sword in your hand has betrayed you. However, I understand; being a fan of Ren Ashbelll is not hard to comprehend."
Upon hearing this, everyone displayed strange expressions.
Claire wanted to explain and defend Ren Ashbelll but was directly pulled away by Rinslet.
Claire shouted softly, "But Ren Ashbelll is the real deal! I need to tell this little brat!"
Rinslet, annoyed, tapped Claire's forehead and said lightly, "You really dare to think that? If you expose her identity, our team will be in for a lot of trouble."
Ren Ashbelll, who was about to protest, stopped and asked in confusion, "Why?"
Rinslet replied, "With Ren Ashbelll's name, many spirit users will soon come to join the fun. Do you really think the upcoming time will be easy?"
Claire fell into thought but quickly countered, "But that doesn't mean we should let her be looked down upon! Ren Ashbelll is the real Ren Ashbelll!"
Rinslet rubbed her red hair casually and said, "Ren Ashbelll herself doesn't mind, so why are you worrying about it?"
After saying that, she pointed at Ren Ashbelll, who had a calm expression, and Claire indeed quieted down. But then, as if remembering something, Claire rebelled, swatting Rinslet's hand away and angrily said, "Rinslet, don't touch me! What do you take me for?"
The group entered the city in a lively atmosphere.
However, when they arrived at their room, they fell into silence again.
The current room was far too ordinary.
If it were just ordinary, that would be one thing, but the floor was covered in dust, indicating it hadn't been cleaned in a long time.
The priestess said to everyone, "Here we are, this is the room you will be living in from now on. Although it's a bit messy, the space is relatively spacious."
Claire pointed at the dust on the floor and couldn't help but angrily say, "This is just a bit messy?"
The priestess shrugged and casually replied, "Of course, if you want to stay outside, we won't stop you."
The priestess's words completely infuriated Claire, but before the girl could explode, she was stopped by Ellis.
Ellis nodded and said, "Alright then, please give me some cleaning tools, and I will tidy everything up."
After saying that, Ellis winked at Claire, signaling her not to cause trouble.
Claire's face turned red, and she finally huffed, turning her head away and saying nothing more.
"That's naturally not a problem."
Facing the polite blue-haired girl, the priestess's attitude became much friendlier.
She just wanted to make things difficult for this small team but didn't intend to offend them too severely.
After chatting with Ellis for a bit, she brought over the things they needed.
Roa sighed and said, "I didn't expect that the first day on the island would be a big cleanup."
However, with Ellis and Rinslet around, this task was quite easy.
Both of them were good at housework, and handling this not-so-large room was more than enough for them.
Claire was slacking off nearby, while Est played with a broom by herself. Roa, as the team's brain, pondered future battle strategies, moved a chair over, wiped off the dust, and took a short nap. When he opened his eyes again, the entire room had been completely transformed.
The Spirit Blade Dance Festival wouldn't start so soon; it was roughly a week away, and there would be a ball before the festival.
The ball was mostly for spirit users to meet each other and get to know one another.
Of course, there would also be political dealings, which naturally had little to do with the participating spirit users.
After the ball, the official start of the Spirit Blade Dance Festival would follow.
The atmosphere at the ball was not as lively as expected; on the contrary, it was quite awkward, with a tension that felt like it could escalate at any moment.
After the ball, everyone looked bored, while Roa appeared quite indifferent.
He ate and drank as he pleased.
The cuisine in this world was roughly similar to that of medieval Europe in his previous life, with bread as the staple food and a variety of other dishes.
Compared to the world of "Mushoku Tensei," the cooking in this world was significantly better.
After all, the necessary seasonings had already appeared, and no matter how bad the taste was, it wouldn't be too inedible.
But while Roa was indifferent, many people at the banquet were focused on him.
Speaking of Roa's reputation, he was quite well-known.
Not only because he was the first spirit user from the academy to participate in the Spirit Blade Dance Festival—if that were the case, he would indeed attract attention, but it wouldn't last long.
However, the girls in the venue were intentionally or unintentionally sizing up the golden-haired boy who was gorging himself in the corner of the banquet.