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floor.
    “That was just a love tap.”
    He’s calmly standing on the other side of the wreckage, looming over me.
    He’s a tall, kind of lanky adventurer. The man is handsome enough to rival an elf.
    His long brown hair is well kept and neatly styled. The man’s skin is smooth and white, almost feminine. He’s wearing all kinds of accessories over his
Familia
’s uniform, including several golden earrings. Eyes as blue and vast as the sea are focused solely on me.
    “That’s…Hyacinthus.”
    “The Sun’s Favored Child, Phoebus Apollo…”
    “He’s Level Three, a second-tier adventurer?!”
    Many voices suddenly fill the bar, a whirlwind of shock and surprise. But my ears pick up something that make my fingers go numb.
    Level 3—upper-class, second-tier adventurer.
    This guy is a full rank above me.
    “You’re a feisty one, Little Rookie.” Hyacinthus—I think that’s his name—has a high-pitched voice for a man.
    His blue eyes leave me and hover for a moment over the prum man, who’s still twitching in his broken chair. He looks the other way, and the bodies of his fallen comrades reflect clearly in his eyes. He’s the only combatant who still has the strength to stand.
    Lilly rushes over to help me, but I can’t climb to my feet even with her support. Welf has made it back to his knees. The man is just standing there, looking at us in silence. All of the excited energy that had filled the tavern a moment ago seems to fizzle out in an instant.



The muscles in my face start to tense, blood dripping from my chin as the man fixes his hair.
    “You have inflicted injury on my friends. This is a serious offense. We will receive appropriate compensation.”
    His blue eyes take on a sadistic gleam. I’m sure that’s what I’m seeing.
    He sneers at me again and takes another step toward me as if to deliver a finishing blow. That’s when someone else makes their presence known.
    Another splintering jolt hits my ears as yet another table is kicked into the wall.
    “!”
    Every head in the bar snaps in that direction.
    The figure of an ash-colored werewolf man sitting on a chair greets our eyes. His leg is slowly coming down after kicking the table.
    “Get lost, small fries, ya don’t belong.” The werewolf growls as if annoyed and itching for a fight, his facial tattoos rippling.
    An anxious stillness spreads throughout the bar. The werewolf’s ears and tail twitch, revealing his bad mood.
    I know him. I just can’t believe it.
    —That guy.
    That night still hasn’t faded from my memory.
    That incident at the bar that became my motivation to chase after the female knight, the girl who’s become my idol.
    One of
Loki Familia
’s adventurers, he was there the day I was mercilessly chased around by a Minotaur.
    I think his name is…Bete?
    “It’s your fault that this piss-weak beer started tastin’ foul, too. Y’killed my buzz, you repulsive wimps. Get outta my sight!”
    He and a few other adventurers around him are all wearing the “trickster” emblem. All the adventurers around stand in awe of the group from the strongest
Familia
in Orario, and in fear of the leader of this particular group, the werewolf.
    While much more boorish and harsh than Aiz or the others, he has the same aura of strength. I’m sure the others here have picked up just how dangerous this man is.
    Only the handsome man is able to speak, or even remain calm as he shrugs back. “Hmm…How rude. Apparently
Loki Familia
has gotten sloppy. They forgot to put a leash on their dog, of all things.”
    Bete’s amber eyes instantly narrow, his temper flaring as he glares at the man.
    “Wanna be torn in half, pretty boy?”
    Werewolf and human size each other up.
    The tension in here is suffocating. Time stands still before the handsome one breaks eye contact first.
    “I’ve lost interest in this,” he says as he turns away. “We’re leaving,” he tells his companions as he walks toward the exit on his own. The four of