The Lovestruck Ice Queen

"Haaah! Finally! I thought we wouldn't make it!"

"Tch! Look at you, if not for Miss Shirley motivating you, then we actually wouldn't have!"

"Hahaha! Vienjoe, why are you so lame?"

As a party of six adventurers—a mix of both veterans and rookies—traveled along a well-trodden path, a young woman with short marmalade hair, eye-catching facial aesthetics, and a smokeshow of a body, gazed at the familiar city gates of Nookbury city with a sigh.

'At this rate…I'll never catch up to him…' Shirley inwardly lamented, dissatisfaction written all over her face.

Their quest was a success, yet, she didn't feel happy.

She knew that if it was Shye, he would've completed the quest alone AND in a shorter time.

Naturally, Shirley, who was trying to catch up, would end up frustrated.

She felt like Shye was slowly flying away from her.

No matter how hard she worked, she wasn't able to catch up—the gap simply became wider and wider.