C-Rank

Meanwhile, Katrina, the guild receptionist, hastily approached Desmond upon his arrival. Her breath came in quick gasps as she hurried over to him.

"Congratulations, Master Desmond," she managed to say while panting. "You are now eligible to re-register as a mercenary."

Desmond's servants were caught off guard by this news, though they concealed their surprise on their faces. Their eyes, however, betrayed their astonishment.

Desmond cleared his throat, sensing the need for privacy. "Let's discuss this inside, shall we?"

"Yes, Master," Katrina replied, still attempting to catch her breath. Her flushed face and heaving chest, combined with her tousled hair and flustered appearance, held an allure that could captivate any man, irrespective of her attractive figure.

...

In the dining room, serving also as the living space, Desmond and Katrina took their seats across from each other, while the servants waited outside.