I felt like it was just me, but I could feel an indescribable and overwhelming determination emanating from her. The idea of slapping your superior to earn their recognition was shocking, but there was no denying that Belier was making the right decision here. 0

It was the most rational and straightforward way to achieve her goal. Without disrupting the overall flow, she had left a mark in Peneloti’s lore.0

‘She’s got some ambition, damn.’1

In that sense, she was markedly different from Alps. Belier had to have been determined. She was determined to be acknowledged, even at the risk of danger. It was her unspoken plea not to be seen as a mere rookie anymore. 0

After all, who in their right mind would slap the Saint of Sacrifice and Revival? There was no need to explain how long she had been agonizing over this decision, especially given her fear of Sun Hee-Young.0

I distinctly remembered Belier’s eyes and hands trembling until I silently nodded in approval. She decided to show her abilities, even if it meant accepting whatever penalty came her way, and even if it meant stepping into the secret room with Sun Hee-Young afterward.1

‘Good for you, damn...0