The dwarf kicks open a crumbling door. “More goblins! Finally, some action!”
“I’d be honored, Belfast.”
That night, around a campfire under two moons, Belfast sits beside you. She isn’t cleaning or serving. She’s just… there. adventuring with belfast in another world
(pouring tea mid-battle) “Because, Sir Dwarf, real swords are loud. I prefer my work… quiet. And efficient. And served at the correct temperature.” Closing Hook
“Master,” she says quietly. “If we never return to our world… would you mind if I continued to serve you in this one?” The dwarf kicks open a crumbling door
Belfast sighs—a soft, melodic sound. She sets down the tray. In one fluid motion, she flicks her wrist. Her umbrella (which you now know is a +3 Rapier of Unseen Service) extends. Three precise thrusts. Three goblins dissolve into light motes.
She curtsies. “The riffraff has been removed. Now, about that tea.” She isn’t cleaning or serving
Summoned to a fantasy realm on the brink of collapse, you find your most loyal ally isn’t a legendary hero or a grizzled knight—but Belfast, the unshakeable head maid of Azur Lane. In a world of magic and monsters, she insists on cleaning the dungeon floors before the boss fight.
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