Unspoken Tensions

The two civilians seemed to have lost their sanity from excessive fear. Just as the pioneer grinned coldly and reached to grab the woman's hair—

"That's enough," Rachel intervened, unable to watch any longer.

"Who the hell... Oh, it's you?" The pioneer turned back, annoyed, but his expression softened when he saw Rachel.

However, Rachel's stern expression did not change.

"What is it this time? Did they insult you or something?"

"No, but they didn't meet their mana stone quota today. They were two stones short!"

"...Just for that?" Rachel asked.

"Just for that. Why?" The pioneer raised his chin, acting as if it was nothing.

Before Rachel could say anything in response to his attitude, the woman grabbed her leg, pleading desperately.

"Miss, please save us! Please save my husband!"

The woman looked at Rachel as if she were a savior in the middle of hell.