With [Holy Sword Wielder] now fully leveled, the new blank class panel had been successfully unlocked.
That said, Shirakawa currently wasn't planning to change classes within the Goblin Slayer world just yet.
His close-range combat capabilities were already covered by Holy Sword Wielder.
What he really needed now—was a class with widespread area-of-effect firepower.
So he set aside the new blank panel for the time being and instead turned his attention to the final prompt at the bottom of the screen:
[A class breakthrough is now available.]
[Would you like to spend 1 Reputation point to break through the level cap of "Holy Sword Wielder"? After a successful breakthrough, the level limit will be lifted.]
"Do it."
This job had excellent leveling flexibility.
Monsters, evil spirits—either could grant experience. If he later assigned the new blank class panel to another adventurer-type combat job, he could level both simultaneously.
Double the progress.
[Your job "Holy Sword Wielder" has successfully broken through its level cap. Current level: Lv5 (0 / 30,000).]
"Now it's time to think about how to unlock a new class..."
He opened the Dimensional Chat Group again and selected the Interworld Teleportation Anchor.
A brief bout of vertigo struck.
And when his senses returned—
He was back home.
In his own bedroom.
After a day of hustle and monster-slaying, things had gone remarkably well. Not only had he unlocked the blank class panel, but after activating the Reputation function, he had lifted the level cap as well.
Feeling satisfied, Shirakawa reached over to check the phone charging by his bedside.
Several unread LINE messages had come in.
Most were from Yotsuya Miko, but a few had been sent by Mrs. Izumi Mio.
Yotsuya Miko: Thank you so much, Shirakawa-kun. Are you free today?
Yotsuya Miko: You not only helped me exorcise that evil spirit the other night, but even rented me such a lovely place to live in. I honestly don't know how to thank you.
Yotsuya Miko: So… I was hoping I could treat you to dinner at home.
"..."
Faced with an invitation from the long-haired black beauty, Shirakawa felt that declining would be downright disrespectful. He didn't hesitate for even a second before replying:
"Of course. I'd be honored to visit your home, Miko."
"…Still, I should let Aunt Izumi know—wouldn't want her cooking for nothing."
He checked the other messages. As expected, Mio Izumi had also texted—asking when he'd be home and whether she should prepare dinner.
Given the circumstances…
He wouldn't need dinner.
After a moment's thought, Shirakawa typed a simple, honest reply:
"Aunt Izumi, no need to trouble yourself tonight. A classmate of mine just moved, and she's invited me over for dinner."
"I'm heading there now."
He didn't even have to wait for a response. One came in immediately:
"Got it. If you're visiting a classmate's home, would you like to bring a small gift? I just made some fresh sweets—are you still home?"
"I just got back."
Shirakawa didn't bother checking his phone again. Aunt Izumi had a spare key to the house anyway.
And thanks to mastering the "Mana Release" skill during the Goblin Slayer world mission, he could now handle monsters cleanly—without worrying about getting blood on him.
Even so, this was a visit to the home of two beautiful girls. He wasn't about to show up looking sloppy.
He picked out a casual outfit—an open-collar shirt with cropped pants—and decided to quickly wash off the sweat from the day.
His enhanced stats were beginning to affect his physique as well.
"..."
"…Muscle definition's really showing now. Thankfully, I'm not turning into one of those over-bulked gym freaks."
Still towel-drying his hair, a bath towel wrapped around his waist, Shirakawa was just about to change when—
Ding dong.
The doorbell rang.
He didn't think much of it. Still shirtless, towel on his waist, he walked over to the door.
Peering through the peephole—
Standing outside was none other than Mio Izumi, dressed in cozy loungewear and holding a neatly wrapped box of treats.
"…Aunt Izumi?"
Opening the door, Shirakawa was greeted by her apologetic tone.
"Shirakawa-kun," she said softly, her voice tinged with guilt, "I left the spare key on the couch when I was making breakfast this morning."
But then—
She caught sight of him—fresh out of the shower, hair still damp, his cheerful, boyish face radiating warmth.
Her gaze drifted, and when it landed on his well-defined muscles, a blush instantly spread across her pale cheeks.
This... was a high schooler's body?
She had to physically restrain her fingers from reaching out to touch him, just to see what it felt like. But Mio was still in control—after all, he was still a minor!
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Auntie. Just got out of the shower."
Shirakawa didn't think much of it and stepped aside from the entryway—although, given he still wasn't dressed, it almost felt like he was deliberately tempting a young widow.
He didn't notice it at the time, but Izumi Mio, standing behind him, had a dazed, almost gooey look in her eyes. A bashful blush lingered on her cheeks.
"No trouble at all..."
Her voice had gone noticeably quieter. She tried to look away, but her eyes simply wouldn't obey. In the end, she comforted herself with one thought:
As an erotic illustrator… replenishing visual inspiration is part of the job, right?
Mio's gift was exquisitely presented—freshly baked cookies that still carried a touch of warmth, the scent of butter and caramel wafting delicately from the box.
Later, Shirakawa arrived at the apartment shared by Yotsuya Miko and Yuri Kawakawa.
It was on the 13th floor of a residential building.
He rang the doorbell.
After a few moments of footsteps approaching—
Click.
The door opened.
There stood Miko, also in casual clothes. Her sleek black hair draped over her shoulders. She wore a calm expression, but her eyes flickered ever so slightly when she saw Shirakawa.
"Good evening, Shirakawa-kun."
Even her tone was level, but she took the initiative to greet him.
Shirakawa smiled back, offering her the box in his hand.
"Evening, Miko. And Yurikawa-san."
"This is my first time visiting a girl's apartment so properly—hope we all have a nice evening!"