Transmigrated to Game World with SSS Wife-Chapter 51: Company

Juliana was the first to wake up–

In her king's arms, in the middle of a meadow?!

Quickly working to restore her dignity, she pushed off Nick and rose to her feet. In the process, she got caught on her own dress and came tumbling back down.

Her knee went directly into Nick's groin.

He jolted awake from a spasmodic pain of pure torture. At the same time, Juliana jumped off him, screaming, "Sorry!"

The wound was spreading throughout Nick's body, bringing pain to every inch. It was all he could do just to squeeze his eyes shut as he bit his lip, willing the pain away.

At the same time, Juliana was trying to think of ways she could make it better. Maybe if she kicked him somewhere else? That could take his mind off it–

"Juls, I know what you're thinking. Don't kick me." Nick groaned as he folded his hands over his face.

Surprisingly, the pain was already fading away. Was he really getting so strong that not even a man's worst fear could hurt him anymore?

A small laugh escaped Nick's lips as he imagined himself to be a Genghis Khan figure, an unrivaled conqueror in every meaning of the word.

Juliana watched her king for a second, wondering what could be so funny. Did he enjoy it when she hurt him?

Well, in that case...

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"HEY!! Juls, I said no kicking!"

"Aw. Just a little?"

"No!"

...

When they entered the mansion, Nick almost expected Amelia to be working some kind of office job or something. He didn't know why, but he couldn't imagine that she just had billionaire levels of wealth.

Rich people always work for their money, right?

Anyway, what awaited them wasn't Amelia at all. Instead, it was 2 gruff-looking people in suits. They sat at a table set up with a plate of bread and pot of tea in the center, and then each of them had their own plate and cup as well as napkins.

Upon seeing them, the man on the right–an elf– smiled and waved at them. He had a soft smile accentuated by the light blond curls that adorned his head.

His suit was well maintained and tailored, and just by glancing at the watch on his right hand Nick couldn't help but feel a sense of undeniable wealth.

Turning to his Orc partner, Nick was met with a similar level of wealth. To his surprise, the orc was rather clean as well. Maybe not as much as the elf, but it was evident that he spent a decent amount of time ironing his suit.

The orc didn't wear any watches, but he did have a heavy gold chain bearing down his neck. Nick couldn't help but imagine that the chain was at least 50 pounds with how heavy it looked.

'These guys are absolutely loaded!' Nick thought as he noted the stark contrast between them and the merchants from yesterday. It was like comparing a prince to a sewer rat.

'Are these guys Amelia's?' He wondered. That would make sense anyway.

The elf spoke first. "Hello. I am Cesilion from the Federation. This is my partner Ashgar. Uh, we would just like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind."

A harsh laugh erupted from the orc as he muttered, "I'm sure they mind a lot."

Acting as if he didn't hear that, Cesilion motioned to 2 chairs that had already been moved so that Nick and Juliana could sit easily. That was the last evidence needed to show that they were waiting specifically for them– and that they weren't with Amelia.

Nick eyed them up as he sat down, asking, "Who are you."

"We're raiders from the Federation." The orc paused for a moment to huff, "We're here to ask you questions, not to repeat ourselves."

Cesilion smiled as he said, "Come on. We should show a little hospitality, don't you think?"

"We're the guests." The orc responded simply with a measured, experienced tone.

Cesilion pointed to the bread and tea, saying, "Well, I feel like a guest."

Then he turned back to the duo, his expression becoming even more alive as he leaned forward and said, "Anyway, like I said. A few questions. Answer them in a satisfactory way and we'll be going."

"What if we don't?" Juliana spoke up now, her first words defiant of course. Though in this situation it was more than welcomed.

Cesilion responded with a simple shrug. "Well, we'll be going either way. But in that scenario, both of you would be knocked out."

A small smile played on Juliana's lips, one that Nick knew didn't mean any sort of happiness. It was more like, 'Try me. I'll kick your balls' than anything else.

"We know quite a bit about your recent dungeon experience. For example, we know that you 3 left it unscathed, only Yck showing any signs of damage. We know that it was tampered with to the level of a C-Rank dungeon. We know that your buddy over there..." The orc paused for a second to linger after he singled out Nick.

"Has no energy. Magic, spiritual, battle, and everything in between. None. We know that Yck is an average D-Rank warrior and that Amelia is a below-average D-Rank tank. Because I'm good at my job, I know that a C-Rank gate would need at least 20 D-Ranks or 4 C-Ranks to clear."

Juliana interjected with a smile. "Before you insinuate something, you should at least know our names. Or rank, or anything really."

This time the elf joined the conversation, his pointy ears perked even more by Juliana's rebuttal. "That's the interesting part. According to our findings, neither of you should exist."

The orc took out a small, black ball as he said, "Yes. And that makes the whole situation even more peculiar. On the one hand, we have you missy. Someone I can confidently say is a mid-C-Rank mage. On the other."

Pausing just for a moment, the orc looked into Nick's eyes for just a second before tossing the ball to him.

"We have no idea about your capabilities."

Nick instinctively caught the ball. The next instant he felt a soothing, burning sensation in his hands. Looking down, he saw that the ball was... glowing.

Glowing red?!

"Hmm."

Silence fell across the room as Cesilion and Ashgar studied this mysterious new glitch with curiosity and fear.

'This man couldn't possibly be SSS-Rank?!'