My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 264

She thought for a mont, then nodded. "I’ll contact Lord Loki imdiately and arrange for him and Lady Seraphina to et with you tomorrow. Where would you prefer the eting?"

"Here, in my settlent," Satou said. "It’s the most secure location for this kind of discussion."

"Understood. I’ll deliver the ssage personally." She turned to call her apprentice. "Freda, we’re going ho."

Freda looked torn between wanting to stay and talk more with her new friends and her duty to follow her master. But duty won out. She bowed to Satou and the others. "Thank you for letting accompany you. It was an honor."

"The honor was ours," Satou replied sincerely.

Morgana placed a hand on Freda’s shoulder, and teleportation magic activated. Both of them vanished in a flash of arcane light, leaving only the faint scent of ozone behind.

Jessica had finished her healing work on the others, and she was now standing near Satou with an expectant expression. But before he could say anything, they heard rapid footsteps approaching.

Lyra burst through the crowd of onlookers, breathing heavily like she’d run the entire distance from wherever she’d been when word reached her. Her long dark hair was slightly disheveled, her face flushed from exertion, her eyes wide with relief and joy.

The mont she saw Satou, her expression transford into pure happiness mixed with relief so profound it was almost painful to witness.

"Satou!" she called out, her voice breaking slightly on his na.

Satou smiled and walked toward her, eting her halfway. "I’m ho, Lyra."

She crashed into him, her arms wrapping around him with desperate strength. "Yes. You’re ho. You’re actually ho. You’re safe."

Her body was trembling, and Satou realized she’d been even more worried than she’d let on. Lyra always tried to be strong, to appear confident and in control. But beneath that facade, she’d been terrified that he wouldn’t co back.

Satou held her tightly, one hand stroking her hair in a soothing gesture. "I’m sorry I worried you. But I’m here now. Safe and sound."

Lyra pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes searching his face as if to confirm he was really there and unhard. Then, without warning, she pulled him down and kissed him.

It was desperate and relieved and full of emotion that had been bottled up during his absence. Satou returned the kiss with equal intensity, pouring his own relief at being ho into the gesture.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing slightly harder, Lyra rested her forehead against his and then kissed him again, softer this ti.

A theatrical clearing of a throat made them both look over. Jessica stood there, arms stretched out, a slightly jealous but mostly playful expression on her face.

"I would like a hug too," she announced, her tone making it clear this was a demand rather than a request. "And proper attention. I was worried too, you know."

Satou found it absolutely adorable. He opened his free arm, the one not holding Lyra in invitation.

Jessica imdiately rushed in, fitting herself against his side. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling both won close.

"I missed you both," he said sincerely, kissing Jessica’s forehead and then Lyra’s.

Jessica tilted her face up expectantly, clearly wanting a proper kiss too. Satou obliged, kissing her gently. She sighed contentedly, snuggling closer.

"This is better," Jessica declared. "This is how it should be."

For a mont, the three of them just stood there, holding each other, letting the relief and joy of reunion sink in. Around them, the settlent’s residents watched with smiles, happy to see their lord reunited with the won he loved.

Then the mont was broken by approaching footsteps and familiar voices.

"Lord Satou!" Urgak’s booming voice called out. "Welco ho!"

Satou looked up to see the orc chief approaching with a group of goblins and orcs who’d beco core mbers of the settlent. They were all grinning, clearly delighted by his return.

"It’s good to be ho, Chief Urgak," Satou replied warmly.

"Your son did well on the mission," Satou added, gesturing to Urgot who stood nearby looking proud despite his lingering soreness. "He fought bravely, adapted quickly, and earned his place among experienced warriors."

Urgak’s chest swelled with pride, his eyes gleaming as he looked at his son. "That’s my boy! Knew he had it in him!"

Urgot blushed slightly but stood taller, clearly pleased by the praise from both his father and Lord Satou.

The other goblins and orcs crowded around, greeting Satou and the returning warriors with enthusiasm. Questions flew fast—how was the mission, was rc Assault really dead, what was his fortress like, did they bring back any treasure?

Satou answered what he could, though he kept the more sensitive details to himself for now.

Then he noticed Sylvara standing slightly apart from the group, looking uncertain and out of place. She was clearly uncomfortable with all the attention and camaraderie, not used to being part of a community like this.

Satou gently extracted himself from Jessica and Lyra—much to their protests—and walked over to Sylvara. He placed a hand on her shoulder and guided her forward into the group.

"Everyone!" he called out, his voice carrying authority that imdiately got everyone’s attention. "I want you to et soone important. This is Sylvara Nightwhisper. She was instruntal in our mission’s success—guided us through dangerous territory, provided crucial intelligence, and helped us achieve our objective."

He paused, making sure everyone was listening.

"Sylvara will be joining our settlent permanently. She’s family now, and I expect everyone to welco her as such. Tonight, we’re having a feast—both to welco her properly and to celebrate our victory over a terrible enemy!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. Goblins and orcs alike began calling out welcos to Sylvara, who looked overwheld by the positive response.

"Welco to the family!"

"We’ll take good care of you!"

"Any friend of Lord Satou is a friend of ours!"

Sylvara’s violet eyes were actually getting misty, clearly not having expected such imdiate acceptance. She’d spent three years alone, hunting her father, focused entirely on revenge. The sudden imrsion in a warm, welcoming community was probably more overwhelming than facing an army.