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”Gah, gah, gah!”

The moment Fran falls back, Lesser Auga flies over to Caitley.

It was just a miscellaneous fish created as a novice opponent, and the movement, as a doozy, was hard to say light-hearted.

I have no weapon skills, and I am not compelled by the wooden sticks that have been shaken up.

But it's powerful enough to feel painful if you eat it, and if it's a bad hit, it'll do about a fracture. If you get it on your head or something, you must have a concussion.

Imagine a boy in elementary school swinging a horn?

An adult wearing armor can do anything, and Fran is the opponent you can defeat with one fingertip.

But it looks like a horrible warcraft to Caitley. You probably remember fear in this situation where clear hostility is directed, not just at the force of your face.

Caitley, frightened by Lesser Auga, couldn't afford to use swordsmanship or anything else and swung the sword in her hand thoughtfully.

”No!”

”Gi!”

For a long time, Caitley's sword reaches his opponent first. Only slightly plundered the skin, but the Lesser Aug was screaming and retreating.

The skin contains thin, red lines. I don't even have proper protective gear. That would naturally happen if you hit the sword at all.

”Gah!”

Rub your own wounds with your hands and lick the blood on your fingers with velvet. So, I guess I understood that I was injured again. He is frustrated and concerned, banging the ground with a stick in his hand.

”Ugh...”

”Giggy......”

Caitley, frightened by the signs of the release of the Warcraft, and Lesser Aug, who alerts the sword.

Strange tensions flow between the two, creating a few seconds of glue.

Fran just watches. I guess I'm not going to give you a hand and let Caitley get over it.

But there was a cross spear in there that we never expected.

The red light coming from the back of the aisle wiped out the head of the Lesser Aug and knocked it down.

Obviously it wasn't a stray bullet, it was aimed at a lesser orga. Of course, both me and Fran knew there were other adventurers in the back of the aisle.

But I didn't expect you to intervene this way. What if that's the bandit adventurer Orrell was worried about for kidnapping?

”Caitley, behind you”

”Yes, sir”

Me and Fran watch for signs of coming this way while we're gently seated.

(Master, this sign...)

'Oh, I'm sure. That's the red-haired woman back then. ”

It was that woman who, as we expected, showed up from across the aisle with Fran in a Barbora cooking contest, causing a little noise.

”Hey. Are you okay?

”Uh...”

”Oh? The kid over there... from the stall”

”Sister, you look like Princess Black Thunder.”

”Yes, yes. Rank B Adventurer, huh?

I don't think you should have noticed any sign of Fran, but he looks seriously surprised. You mean you didn't realize that was Fran, even though you knew there were some strong people out there?

Would there be adventurers with this female-level strength but low enemy abilities, etc?

Even the man I'm with, he still didn't know it was Fran. He looked surprised to see his face.

On appraisal, the names are Sibula and Biscott. But I don't know how far it's true.

They are definitely disguised as appraisals. They both have characterization in every part of their abilities, and obviously their status and skill levels were too low. I don't think either of them will have all the disguised abilities, so it would be the effect of some kind of magic item.

I mean, there's just enough handouts to get it all together.