Baek Hwa-Yeon asked, "In that case, could I join the party as well?"

"Huh? You too, Hwa-Yeon?" Cha Yeon-Joo asked.

Hwa-Yeon nodded. "Well… I was the one who let outsiders use the sparring room, so I also have a bit of responsibility. If possible, I want to shoulder the repair fees with you two."

"Hwa-Yeon…" Moved, Yeon-Joo grabbed Hwa-Yeon's hands. "I knew you were different from that scumbag!"

"I can hear you, you know," Oh Kang-Woo remarked.

"You're kind, understanding, responsible… Yeah, this is how a human should be."

"Excuse me?" Kang-Woo asked.

"Thanks. I think we really have a shot now that we have you with us."

Kang-Woo remained silent. He thought that the situation was unfair.

'I thought we had a mutual understanding.'

If Yeon-Joo heard his thoughts, she would have a fit of rage.

Kang-Woo turned and looked at Hwa-Yeon, who had a sword that was almost two meters long.

'A melee class, huh…?'

It was the Player class known to be the most useless for hunting El Cuero. It was a natural assessment unless...