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[I Don't Want to Eat Monsters]:selfie.jpg
[Busujima]: "Wait… the newbie really sent a selfie?!"
[Blizzard of Hell]: "Seriously? Shouldn't your first instinct be to doubt whether this chat is even real—or at least whether we're trustworthy?"
[Old Mage]: "Maybe they're just the slow type."
[I Don't Want to Eat Monsters]: "Wh-what?! I didn't even do anything! How did my picture end up here?!"
Even without seeing their face, Rosen could practically picture the newbie panicking in real time.
Really, who in their right mind would instantly drop a selfie into a random group of strangers?
Anyone raised normally got the same childhood lecture: don't trust strangers so easily.
So yeah—Frieren was right. This one was… a little dense emotionally.
Not that she had any room to talk, given her own track record.
In the original story, she never even mourned her companions right away when they died. Not because she was cold—but because elves lived so long their emotions unfolded painfully slow.
Ten, twenty years later, then she might finally start to grieve.
[Shepherd]: "You probably misfired. Chat messages don't need typing—just thoughts. If your mind runs ahead before you catch yourself, sometimes your intent just gets sent out automatically. It's meant to make things easier."
[I Don't Want to Eat Monsters]: "Th-then… how do I delete it?!"
[System]:User 'I Don't Want to Eat Monsters' has recalled a message.
[Shut-in Angel]: "Delete? Why delete?! If you're pregnant, just let the group help figure it out!"
[I Don't Want to Eat Monsters]: "???"
[Shepherd]: "Ignore her. That was Gabriel, an ex-angel rotted by games and internet memes. She blurts out nonsense half the time."
[Shut-in Angel]: "Hey! That 'ex' part is unnecessary!"
[I Don't Want to Eat Monsters]: "So… you're not denying the game addiction part?"
[Blizzard of Hell]: "Looks like the newbie's already learned how to roast people."
[Bad Woman]: "By the way, I screenshotted that picture. Newbie's got pointy ears. Looks like another elf?"
[Busujima: "By the way… are all elves this pretty?"]
[I Don't Want to Eat Monsters: "Wait, are there other elves here too?"]
Being able to chat with strange people in a strange place was already bizarre enough. But unexpectedly running into someone from your own "world"—that was oddly comforting.
[Old Mage: "The newcomer's definitely an elf, but I doubt we're from the same world."]
[Shut-in Angel: "@Shepherd, you noticed it too, right?"]
[Shepherd: "Yeah… I think I know who she is."]
From usernames alone, there was no way to guess. But when someone actually showed their real face and you still didn't recognize them… that could only mean you'd never seen the work they came from—or you'd forgotten.
The new girl was Marcille, the elf from Delicious in Dungeon.
That was the one where, on the surface, the party's goal was to save Falin… but in practice they spent half their time cooking and eating every monster they ran into.
[I Don't Want to Eat Monsters: "Huh? You know me? Are you also students at the Magic Academy?"]
Marcille was a top student of the Elf Magic Academy.Not that only elves could attend—it was open to humans too.Still, her name was pretty well-known there.
[Shut-in Angel: "Nope. We all come from different worlds. Check the group files later; we've put together some info that explains things."]
[Shut-in Angel: "Also, there's… well, a show about you. Want me to send it? You can decide afterward if you're okay with it being shared."]
[Shut-in Angel: "Don't worry, no fanservice or anything, but yeah—it does reveal personal stuff. It's up to you."]
Gabriel promptly sent Marcille all 24 episodes of the Delicious in Dungeon anime.
She accepted the files—then went completely quiet.
Obviously, she was busy watching.No one pressed her further.
Digging into someone's privacy was bad manners, after all. And considering most group members had higher-than-average morals, no one wanted to risk souring relationships. This chat group wasn't some throwaway; they'd be seeing each other a lot.
[Shut-in Angel: "...By the way, anyone notice that every new member so far has been a girl?"]
[Shut-in Angel: "And out of the seven of us, Shepherd, you're the only guy."]
[Shepherd: "And? What's your point?"]
[Shut-in Angel: "Doesn't it feel like this whole group is basically your personal harem?"]
[Busujima: "..."]
[Hell Blizzard: "…Uh."]
[Bad Woman: "Possible. Not very likely though."]
[Shepherd: "Oh? So you've figured it out. Fine, no point hiding it anymore. You're all my wings, right?"]
Sometimes, the angel's intuition was spot on.Of course Shepherd had toyed with the idea—it wasn't exactly impossible.He just hadn't acted on it yet.
Besides, better to focus on charming the girls in his own world first before worrying about the chat group.
[Old Mage: "Ah, so that's why you were so eager to 'teach me how to drive.' Guess it makes sense—young guys falling for older, more mature women like me is only natural. Confidence.jpg"]
[Shut-in Angel: "The elegance of a woman who's lived a thousand years… as expected of you, Old Mage."]
[Old Mage: "Once again, I'm mature, not old! Get it right!"]
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