I've Never Seen a Saint who can use Magic so Well-Chapter 111

No solution seemed within reach.

To succeed, they would need even more hunters than the first attempt. But the hunters, already under immense pressure, were highly resistant to the idea. Even if they were forcibly mobilized, the absence of those hunters could lead to other dungeons spiraling out of control.

They were trapped in a dire predicament.

“What about the international support request?”

“It doesn’t look promising…”

Swallowing their pride, Japan had reached out to other nations for hunter assistance.

The response? Cold rejection.

Countries with weaker hunter forces claimed they had no capacity to help.

Even the stronger nations, wary of the risks, were hesitant, citing their own crises caused by SS-grade dungeons.

It was effectively a refusal.

“Damn it, we need to come up with something!”

The Japanese Hunter Bureau racked their brains to find a solution to the SS-grade dungeon crisis.

This matter had overtaken all other tasks in urgency and importance.

A new strategy had to be devised.

No matter the cost, they had to overcome this crisis.

They were desperate—so desperate that they felt they’d gladly give away anything, even their very souls, to anyone who could solve this problem.

***

We arrived at Ueno Station and began exploring the tourist spots one by one.

The bustling shopping street known as Candy Alley, a shrine famous for forging bonds, and the large park visible right from the station.

We toured everything with the enthusiasm of people determined to see it all. Before it got too late, we returned to the station via a path through the park and headed off to buy swimsuits.

Thanks to Jason acting as our guide, we navigated the area with ease.

…Even if my mind was uneasy.

“Unni, what’s with that face?”

“Nothing, I’m just... fascinated.”

“Hmm…”

I had boldly declared it would be fine, but now that reality was staring me in the face…

…No, no, I reminded myself. Think of the time with the dress and heels. The suffocating tightness of the outfit, the sharp heels that made every step nerve-wracking.

Compared to that?

I turned my gaze back to the swimsuits.

“…I can do this.”

Experience mattered. Having endured worse, I felt like I could handle anything now.

“What’s possible?”

“I am more than capable.”

“…Uh, okay?”

Si-yoon tilted her head in confusion. I gave her a small smile to dismiss the topic and began browsing the store.

There were shelves with paddles on display, brightly colored flippers that caught my eye, and some items I couldn’t even identify. Finally, I arrived at the adult swimwear section.

…The bikinis were ignored.

No matter what, that was just too much…

Capable? Yeah, right. I’m more like incapable mushroom here…

“….”

Before Si-yoon could latch onto me, I quickly stepped toward the rash guard section. Bikinis? Never saw them. They didn’t exist. Let’s just focus on the swimsuits here.

And then—

“Si-hyun! Hey, Si-hyun.”

“….”

“Si-hyun?”

A soft voice calling my name made me turn my head.

Ji-ah was gesturing for me to come over, standing beside a beaming Si-yoon. She pointed at something next to her and wiggled her finger.

Look over here!

Though her lips didn’t move, her intent rang loud and clear in my mind.

I didn’t even need to look to know. Out of the corner of my eye, I could already see them: bikinis, proudly displaying their appeal.

“…Sigh.”

Dragging my heavy feet, I made my way over to them. As I approached, Si-yoon pouted dramatically.

“Unni, didn’t you just say it was possible?”

“…Well, bikinis are just… I don’t know, kind of embarrassing? Awkward? That’s how they make me feel.”

“Ugh, seriously! Unni, you need to apologize to your body. With a figure like that, how can you not want to wear something prettier?”

“….”

Si-yoon’s adorable pout continued as she grumbled.

“You’d look amazing in anything, but if you’ve got it, why not flaunt it a little?”

“….”

“If I had your body, I’d be having a field day picking one out.”

“….”

I had no words. How was I supposed to respond to that? It was a perfect verbal trap. There was no escape.

“…Pick something for me.”

“That’s my unni! Great decision!”

Si-yoon instantly brightened, her smile as radiant as a flower in full bloom. Beside her, Ji-ah tried—and failed—to stifle her laughter behind her hand.

…Well, I did say I’d try. I might as well show them I’m making an effort. Within limits, of course.

“Just, uh, nothing weird or too revealing, okay?”

“Haha, unni, you say the same thing every time we shop for clothes.”

“Cough…”

Feeling heat rise to my cheeks, I turned away and crossed my arms in a bid to hide my embarrassment. This, unfortunately, only accentuated the exact feature I was trying to downplay.

“….”

Si-yoon and Ji-ah’s gazes were instantly drawn to the resulting silhouette.

The intense look in Si-yoon’s eyes was terrifying. She stood frozen, staring in silence.

…Uncrossing my arms seemed like the wisest choice.

“Ji-ah unni, wouldn’t something with a solid, vibrant color be better?”

“Probably? Let’s pick one out.”

The two began browsing the bikinis with a focus that unnerved me. They held pieces up against me, put some back, and started selecting ones that seemed increasingly… ambitious.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“H-how about this…?”

I timidly pointed to a one-piece swimsuit.

Si-yoon snorted, her expression clearly saying, Rookie mistake.

“It’s pretty, but once you get in the water, it floats up like seaweed.”

“…Really?”

“Yup. It’ll float right up to your chest and turn into a donut.”

“….”

“If it’s just for photos, I’d recommend it. Want me to grab one?”

“No, thanks…”

If I was going to the beach, I wanted to swim comfortably, so I’d just wear whatever they picked for me.

This was as far as my resistance went—a feeble, ineffectual attempt.

“Oh, how about this one?”

“Looks good. Si-hyun, try this one on.”

“…Alright.”

They handed me a bikini they both agreed on. Heading to the fitting room, I used my phone to translate the instructions, which confirmed that I could try it on over my underwear.

I quietly stepped inside and began changing.

Rustle, rustle.

The soft sound of fabric brushing against itself filled the otherwise silent fitting room, accompanied only by my own breathing.

“Hm…”

I hung my clothes on a hook and carefully slipped into the bikini, tying the strings with deliberate care.

The unfamiliar feeling of the fabric against my skin, the cool air brushing my bare shoulders and back—it all felt strange.

To think I’d be walking around outside like this…

It was awkward, uncomfortable, and entirely new.

Thump, thump.

My heart raced as I slowly turned to face the mirror in the fitting room.

There I was, staring at a version of myself that felt unfamiliar.

“…It’s… pretty.”

It felt weird to compliment myself, but… I didn’t hate it. It actually looked good.

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The bikini, a bright sky-blue that matched my pale hair, gave off a refreshing vibe. It emphasized my figure, but that was just the nature of the design.

“Hm…”

Being alone in the fitting room helped ease some of my embarrassment. Beyond the exposure, there was something thrilling about seeing myself like this. A side of me I didn’t usually show.

It was intriguing, in its own way.

Though still shy, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the mirror. The reflection was… captivating.

…I’d have to thank Ji-ah and Si-yoon for this. They’d put a lot of effort into helping me choose.

With trembling hands, I opened the fitting room door and stepped out.

Ji-ah’s eyes widened, and she broke into applause, clapping enthusiastically.

The fluttering excitement in my chest grew stronger, and I nervously played with my hair, trying to hide my flustered smile.

“…Where’s Si-yoon?”

“Over there.”

I followed Ji-ah’s gaze to see Si-yoon, staring intently at something.

…A padded bra insert, or what some called a “bra cap.”

Hang in there, little sister. Stay strong.

***

The next morning.

“What did you say? The information sharing was delayed?!”

“Y-yes… After the failure of the SS-grade dungeon raid, they’ve been repeatedly holding analysis and strategy meetings, which delayed the report. On top of that, the upper management kept postponing party allocation approvals…”

“These idiots!”

Sato Ichiro slammed his fist against the wall.

Thud! The dull sound reverberated, causing everyone nearby to flinch.

The outdated equipment and inefficient procedures of Japan’s dungeon management system had been criticized repeatedly.

But no matter how complex the process was, this situation was far from ordinary.

An S-grade dungeon could go berserk at any moment!

The situation had escalated into a full-blown crisis.

“Immediately! We’re heading out now! Also, send out another support request!”

“Yes, understood!”

Sato Ichiro’s party rushed to the parking lot. They piled into a waiting black van, hastily finalizing their preparations for departure.

Dungeon berserk events are inevitable after a certain amount of time passes, but the exact timing is unpredictable.

It could happen today, tomorrow, or even this very moment.

…It might just be a false alarm.

There was a chance the situation could end without incident, which was the best outcome everyone hoped for.

But the worst-case scenario loomed as a possibility, too.

If the dungeon did go berserk? It would be a catastrophic disaster.

Sato Ichiro gritted his teeth.

The van started moving. Their destination was the gate of the S-grade dungeon located near a beach just outside Tokyo.