The youth, around fifteen or sixteen, had flaxen short hair, clad in the garb of an ordinary adventurer, wielding an unremarkable iron sword that made him look like a greenhorn fresh from the countryside to the city.
But he was remarkably agile, having already severed three of the guardian spider's legs while remaining unscathed himself—quite the extraordinary bumpkin, if a bumpkin at all.
The guardian spider's defeat was only a matter of time.
Upon seeing this, Iris's lips parted, and she spat out spider silk sharp as darts, shooting them towards the youth.
The youth was highly alert, dodging nimbly.
Iris gestured with her hand, signaling the guardian spider to back off, no longer needing to fight.
Facing the youth with cautious eyes, the guardian spider began to move backward slowly, distancing itself from the youth until it vanished into the shadows.