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After successfully taking down the Mithril Slime, Unit 8 sat around a small lamp, taking a short break. Karen was the first to speak, pouting slightly.
“Darn. I didn’t really get a chance to pull my weight this time.”
From the very beginning of the fight, she’d been busy evading with Hazel in tow and hadn’t had the chance to join in the fun. The slime’s range of attack was more than enough to threaten all four of them at once, so, had Karen let go, Hazel wouldn’t have lasted long.
“You saved my life, didn’t you, Karen? Taking down the monster isn’t the only kind of contribution that counts.”
Hazel knew that as well and offered a warm, comforting smile to lift Karen’s mood. Striking down enemies, protecting your comrades—one wasn’t more important than the other. And when it came to high-tier mages like Hazel, their importance to the team couldn’t be overstated.
Garlond decided to help.
“Hazel is right. A high-tier mage is an irreplaceable member of any team and should always be the top priority to protect. So don’t beat yourself up just because you weren’t on the front lines, Karen.”
“Hmph, I’m not beating myself up or anything,” Karen replied, puffing out her cheeks. “You wouldn’t understand, old man. You got to finish it off. I wanted to land a flashy blow too.”
“O-old man?!”
“What, you thought shaving your beard would make you look significantly younger?”
“Ek.”
Garlond staggered, stabbed by her words,...
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