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."

something new dropped in his mind, the Boss rubbed

he

"Um… no."

saw his face? How did he

very attractive, or so I hear. I was knocked out cold before I could get a good look, and those guys were too drunk

met with loud comebacks from his kneeling

"W-we saw!"

"He was very handsome!"

pretty that I sobered up the moment I

it would be unwise to lie to the

narrowed

him, then…" He muttered, barely audibly. "This doesn't seem like his style

he rose to his feet, his frame seeming like an intimidating silhouette compared

his jet black coat fluttered flailed behind him and his Six Star Badge gleamed

"… He seems interesting."

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[The Next Day]

is Britta, and I will

at both Jet and Lux with

all the time. A few freckles could be seen on her nose, and a black birthmark in the form of a dot sat underneath

Monster hides. Her chest was covered with proper breastplates,

were fabric, though based on the way they gleamed under the sun, it

set of Enchanted Items; including a blade behind her, a dagger strapped to her waist, and

aged due

placed at the center of her belt, perfectly enunciating

she was the perfect representation of

what everyone in the City

We will be in your care." Jet

casual tone?

correcting himself and even bowing lower than before, Britta couldn't help but frown