A 3rd-tier Magic Caster

Guy's brows furrowed deeper. He could tell from the boar's bellow that it had got very angry. Even he wasn't sure if he could stop it in such rough terrain.

He was a 3rd-tier knight in his late 40s, strong and cautious. Rarely in his 20 years of doing quests had he put himself in a dangerous situation.

Guy couldn't decide whether he wanted to help because the girl had looked so cute when she stared up at the magic screens, or because his granddaughter had a good half-elf friend.

He wanted to help them even if that meant putting himself in danger.

He ran faster, blaming Amy's father for taking her out here. He listened carefully. He was at a distinct disadvantage here. He only had one chance. He had to kill the boar with a well-aimed throw, or he might pay the price of failure with death.