Chapter 27 (1/2)

Lydia was a tigerkin, not a catkin? I supposed that explained the black and orange stripes. I really had no clue about these things. Her class also looked pretty good. Speed combat meant she theoretically could bounce around these monsters with ease. Like me, she might have a strong affinity in this dungeon. However, we were both just too low of a level to really be able to protect ourselves.

Plus, she had Commoner as her job. Was there a way to set it so that she was using Swordsman?

{Lydia’s job has been switched to Swordsman.}

“Eh?” Lydia let go of my hand, looking around with a strange look.

“Did you notice anything?” I asked, a little surprised.

This must be a part of my support class. Being able to change people’s jobs would be the epitome of support. It was likely why I could change my own as well. As I came to understand more about this world, it seemed like classes could not be changed. You were born with a particular class, and it defined everything else about you. For example, Lydia was a speed combat class. It probably meant she had some bonuses to speed, which was how she was able to avoid the zombies. It also meant she probably did really well with jobs that needed speed, like thieving, swordsman, and scouting. Maybe it was easier to obtain these jobs for her. At the very least, they should level faster than any other jobs.

I wondered if anyone in this world knew about classes other than me. Jobs seemed to be an accepted part of this world, as well as job levels, but class affinity was something I had never heard the other adventurers talk about. I couldn’t help but wonder that if the noble knew her class affinity, would he have written her off as weak. Usually, you had to visit a priest to do a job change. I could do it because of my support class affinity, but if the slaver didn’t know about her class, then he never would have thought to change her job to something else. At least, that was my theory right now.

“You’re Lydia, right? A tigerkin?” I just wanted to clear the air with her.

“Ah, you know my name?” Lydia’s eyes widened in wonder.

“Your… um… master said it in the Guild before.” I responded.

“Oh…” Her head lowered again. “I’m a catkin. Not a tigerkin. Tigerkin is impossible…”