The Chosen Class    

"Uhm . . . I'm here to receive my rewards for this quest," Xin said, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity.

"Ah . . . brave and honest adventurer, you have made the right choice of giving back the weapons of the dead to their families. For that, I shall reward you," Illyath replied warmly.

As Illyath's gaze fell upon him, Xin couldn't help but stand straighter, feeling a strange sense of importance in her presence.

"I see that you don't have a class yet," she observed.

"Do I need to get a class first?" Xin asked, intrigued by the idea.

Illyath nodded. "That's right. The reward is based on your class."

She smiled and continued with a soft voice, "But fret not since our relationship level is already [Intimate], I will give you a rare class of your choosing."

Xin felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of receiving a rare class. He already had one in mind, but good thing that he waited. He accepted Illyath's offer with gratitude, considering it a blessing in disguise.