Weight of Responsibility

After Zorkan and Kross left, Samar and Stivi did not linger around for a minute more. He ignored the Blue Moon's Lackey and his team, who were fuming with impotent rage and left the Hall with Stivi. 

At the exit of the hall, Samar noticed a commotion. Many players were surrounding the exit, watching the few players standing besides the Elven Guards with red eyes. 

"Damn, so lucky! I feel like crying!" One of the Natureguards standing ahead of Samar and Stivi exclaimed, letting out a sigh of envy. 

"What is so lucky about them? Enough to make you cry?" Stivi asked, hearing his sigh. 

"Which bastard said that….?" The Natureguard turned around, ready to blast whoever it was with a verbal cannon. 

When he saw the one questioning him was a beauty, the annoyance on his face was quickly replaced by his best smile. He was one of the handsome ones, the type who could usually score the girls.