An Extra’s POV

The looks on Sango's bruised face showed just how badly his body and pride had been damaged. There was no fury on his face, however.

… Just pure reflection.

"I'm sorry, Boss! I'll take full responsibility for all this!" Sango groveled even further, perhaps to satiate their Party Leader's anger, but his actions were misdirected.

The Boss wasn't upset at all.

Instead, he appeared curious—having a smile on his clear and youthful face.

"How interesting. Tell me more about those two Adventurers."

"Well, they called themselves Jet and Lux."

"Jet and Lux? Hmm… go on." The Party Leader said with a smile on his face.

"Well… also…"

Sango went on to fully describe the entire incident, including how he shamefully got his arse handed to him and couldn't remember what happened after that.

His story was met with a round of laughter from the leader—naturally.

"Well, you guys are definitely going to apologize to him." The Boss finally stopped his laughter, wiping away the beads of tears that formed on his face.

"Don't worry, I'll go with you." He smiled.

"B-but—!"

"No buts. A Party Leader has to take responsibility for those in their party." The silhouette commented with a broad grin.

"Besides… I'm a bit curious about those two."

new dropped in his mind, the Boss rubbed his

Jet… did he

"Um… no."

you saw his face?

before I could get a good look, and those guys were too drunk to serve as

met with loud comebacks from his

"W-we saw!"

"He was very handsome!"

So pretty

exaggerated, but everyone knew it would

narrowed his eyes even further in order to scrutinize the

not him, then…" He muttered, barely audibly. "This

as he rose to his feet, his frame seeming like an

meet him, though. This Jet fellow…" He walked past them, his hand in his pockets as his jet black coat fluttered flailed behind him and

"… He seems interesting."

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[The Next Day]

Britta, and I will

at both Jet

being so serious and stern all the time. A few freckles could be seen on her nose, and a black

chest was covered with proper breastplates, with her back, shoulder, hands, lower legs, and other relevant areas

they gleamed under the sun, it was clear that they weren't just normal

behind her, a dagger strapped to her

they looked aged due

the center of her belt, perfectly enunciating her Adventurer Rank to

in all, she was the perfect

of what everyone in the

will be in your care." Jet responded with a

that casual tone?

Miss Britta." Despite Jet correcting himself and even bowing