Facing the [Challenger]
Immediately, Faye stood aside quietly.
The players around them looked at Sterl with sympathy. No one dared to speak, only exchanging glances.
A second class against a maxed-out third class? This was a guaranteed death.
Earlier, York had mentioned the rules of the Hall of Valor: you can't refuse a challenge. Poor David...
It's a pity. We owe him one, but there's no way to save him! Maybe we can at least recover his body and give him a proper burial...
In the tense atmosphere, York next to Sterl frowned slightly.
He glanced at Faye with disgust.
This woman, so heartless! She was the one who, along with David, told us "don't join the guild." Now that her companion is in danger, she doesn't say a word?
A femme fatale!
Cold and ruthless!
Unable to stand it, York stepped forward.
"Hey buddy, I used my detection skill and saw your name is 'David,' right?"