Danmachi: The Focalors Familia — Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Super Support

After a brief but thorough introduction, Noah explained the deep weight of the Falna.

“…So, in order to possess the power to protect yourself and survive the trials of this world, Furina needs to inscribe the blessing onto your back. That will officially make you a member of our Focalors Familia.”

Robin listened with quiet grace, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She nodded in understanding. “I see. In that case, I will entrust myself to your care, Lady Furina.”

“I will step outside for a moment,” Noah said smoothly. The ritual of inscribing a Falna required the recipient to expose their bare skin, and he had no intention of overstepping his bounds.

He turned and walked out of the quiet cabin, leaving the two girls to the sacred process.

The chill of the northern wind brushed against his face as he waited under the wooden eaves. It did not take long before Furina’s bright voice called out from inside the house.

Noah pushed the heavy door open and stepped back into the warmth. Robin had already smoothed out the fabric of her elegant dress, standing off to the side with a serene, appreciative smile.

Furina, meanwhile, was practically vibrating with excitement. She waved a piece of parchment in the air, her eyes sparkling.

“How did it go?” Noah asked, his tone laced with mild curiosity.

“Just look at this! It is absolutely incredible!” Furina shoved the parchment directly into his hands.

Noah did not stand on ceremony. While a Familia member’s status was usually a matter of strict personal privacy, he was the captain of this newly formed Familia. He needed a flawless understanding of his team’s potential to ensure their survival. He knew someone as perceptive as Robin would understand his reasoning perfectly.

He unfolded the crisp parchment and let his eyes sweep over the divine text.

[Name: Robin]

[Race: Human (?)]

[Rank: Lv.1]

[Basic Abilities: Strength: I-0 | Endurance: I-0 | Dexterity: I-0 | Agility: I-0 | Magic: I-0]

[Wingbeat of the White Sound]

[Type: Sound Magic · Ultra-short Chant]

[Effect: Uses minimal syllables to stimulate Magic, releasing a sharp, highly penetrating directional sonic wave impact akin to the flapping of a bird’s wings.]

[Chant: “Reverberate!”]

[Stellar Fugue]

[Type: Ascension Magic · Long Chant]

[Effect: Burns a massive amount of the user’s Magic to perform a Rank Ascension on a designated teammate, including the user.]

[Ascension Effect: Grants the target a colossal boost to all basic abilities for a short duration, equivalent to a temporary increase of one Adventurer Rank. Target limit and duration are determined by the user’s Magic and Mental Energy.]

[Chant: “Listen, this star-lit movement that weaves destiny! Using melody as a ladder, cross the barriers of mortality! At this moment, ascend to the firmament with me—Stellar Fugue!”]

[Drunken Overture]

[Effect: When casting magic, recovers a portion of the Magic and Mental Energy consumed by that specific spell.]

[Tonal Chorus]

[Effect: When fighting alongside teammates, creates a wondrous Destiny’s Echo. Increases the efficiency of gaining experience points from battle for the user and all teammates. The effect scales with the number of teammates and team cooperation.]

As Noah finished reading the status sheet, a sharp flash of realization crossed his eyes. It was exactly as he had hypothesized.

Two distinct magic spells and two powerful skills. For a newly blessed adventurer, this initial setup was nothing short of luxurious. But the true shock lay in the sheer mechanical weight of those abilities.

Stellar Fugue was an Ascension Magic. It belonged to the exact same classification as the Uchide no Kozuchi wielded by a certain fox girl in Orario, one of the three most notorious cheat abilities in the known world. This meant that as Robin grew stronger, she alone possessed the capability to elevate the entire team’s combat power by a full level.

, the Tonal Chorus skill acted as a flawless accelerator for team growth. When paired with the self-defensive sonic strike of Wingbeat of the White Sound and the endless magical sustain provided by Drunken Overture, Robin was the ultimate battlefield support. She could defend herself, buff her allies, and passively multiply their experience gains.

He could not have asked for a better companion.

At the same time, this confirmed his underlying theory about the System. Characters summoned from the gacha pool did not bring the overwhelming power of their original worlds with them.

Whether they were a world-ending demon lord or a legendary savior, the moment they crossed over and materialized from the summon, they were reset to a fundamental Lv.1 state.

Robin was no exception. In her original universe, she was a celebrated traveler walking the Path of Harmony, wielding cosmic influence far beyond mortal comprehension. But upon arriving here, the slate was wiped clean.

Yet, while her raw power had vanished, her innate potential remained entirely intact. That cosmic affinity was the exact reason her newly awakened Falna manifested such an absurdly powerful array of magic and skills right out of the gate.

A supreme support with limitless growth was now officially on his team.

Night eventually fell over the northern village. The daytime bustle faded into absolute silence, leaving only the lonely howl of the wind sweeping under the wooden eaves.

Since the small cabin only possessed two bedrooms, sleeping arrangements required a bit of maneuvering. After a brief moment of thought, Noah temporarily assigned Alfia’s old room to Furina and Robin.

“Wow, this room is so spacious and clean!” Furina exclaimed the moment she stepped inside. She looked around with wide, curious eyes, immediately bouncing on the edge of the large mattress, clearly thrilled by the novelty of it all.

Robin remained silent. She stood gracefully in the center of the room, her lake-green eyes slowly scanning the preserved space. She could easily tell that no one had lived in this room for a very long time, yet it had been maintained with careful care. More, she had caught the deep, complex flicker of grief and nostalgia in Noah’s eyes when he handed over the room.

The intelligent songstress chose not to pry. She simply offered Noah a warm, comforting smile, wished him a gentle goodnight, and considerately closed the wooden door.

The next morning arrived with the first pale sliver of dawn creeping over the horizon. Robin rose quietly from her bed, intending to contribute to her new Familia by taking the initiative to prepare breakfast. However, as she stepped into the hallway, the faint clatter of utensils and the rich aroma of cooking food already drifted from the kitchen.

She walked over softly and paused at the doorway. Noah stood in front of the hot stove, his movements practiced and highly efficient. He dropped thick slices of smoked meat into the heated iron pan. The fat rendered out immediately, hitting the metal with a sharp sizzle that sent a mouthwatering, savory scent filling the cramped space.

On the adjacent burner, a heavy pot of thick wheat porridge bubbled steadily, releasing warm clouds of steam. He managed the two tasks with a casual, fluid grace, making it painfully obvious that for the past six years, countless lonely mornings had started exactly like this.

Robin stood frozen at the threshold, a strange, heavy emotion welling up in her chest. It was a mixture of quiet surprise, deep approval, and a subtle, aching pang of sympathy that caught her off guard.

A faint blush of shame touched her cheeks. Watching a boy younger than herself shoulder the burden of preparing her morning meal made her feel slightly out of place.

“Good morning, Noah. Do you need any assistance?” she asked, her voice soft and melodious.

“Good morning, Robin.” Noah glanced over his shoulder, a faint, easy smile resting on his face. “No need, it is just about done. You and Furina should go wash up first.”

Right on cue, the bedroom door creaked open. Furina stumbled out into the hallway, aggressively rubbing the sleep from her eyes while letting out a long yawn. She had been handled out of bed entirely by the scent of the sizzling meat.

Peering through heavy eyelids, she mumbled, “It smells so amazing… Noah, what delicious things are you feeding us today?”

For the carefree Goddess, life was blessedly simple. As long as there was good food waiting for her, she would be perfectly happy for the rest of the day.