The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon - Chapter 31. Why I Devour My Kind with Drowsy Eyes (9)

According to the book, a D-rank mercenary card meant they were considered a competent combatant anywhere.

"Rank, huh..." I said absentmindedly.

I wondered what rank I might've had. It had been quite some time since I defeated him. I thought I might be at least a C by now.

I called out to the woman. "You."

"Yes!" she answered in a desperate voice.

Her body trembled.

I understood why she seemed overly eager. She had been hanging there for two days, starving.

"Humans need to eat, after all."

It must have been painful. I had hung her in the spider web, but I was also her only hope. Only I could give her a sip of water.

I asked, "What rank are you as a mercenary?"

"Yes!" she responded immediately, then quickly added, "In terms of mercenary rank… I'm a little above E+."

"What about the others?"

"The dead woman was an E, the dead man was around a D-."

She only referred to them as others, but I immediately understood she was talking about her dead companions. There was no need to ask again.

The woman said dryly, "I, Rena, am telling you this honestly. I truly want to help. I don't want to die like this."

She seemed desperate.

Thud.

I set the book I was reading down on the sarcophagus...

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