Sister Pomegranate was a tough, strong-willed girl who rarely gave up. Just like when she'd faced those elite Witch Hunters moments ago: even knowing she couldn't beat them, she'd still tried to figure out how to hold them off long enough for Mirian to escape, and how to deal the most damage.
But when Sister Pomegranate saw the fully armed Lord of the White Oak, the Golden Knight Finok, she immediately realized that this was someone she truly couldn't beat!
It wasn't that she was a coward.
The terrible gap in their strength was so obvious that it was enough to extinguish every trace of her fighting spirit.
Standing beside Mirian, she stared at the old knight before her, with his great oak blade strapped to his back and his strange white wooden armor. He made her feel like a hissing, clawing kitten, while a sleeping Tyrannosaurus lay before her.
This was no exaggeration.
Was this one of those background-only powerhouses in the game?
Sister Pomegranate wondered to herself:
If his health bar actually appeared, he'd have to be a world boss at the very least, right? I wonder if monsters of this Golden rank will be running around everywhere after future updates.
Well, given how meticulous this game is, it probably won't suffer from such a ridiculous power imbalance, right?
"Greetings, Company Commander."
Mirian handled herself quite well.
She took the initiative to bow to old Finok, who stood beside a red warhorse. Her voice was so nervous she nearly bit her tongue, but she still managed to make a decent impression.
That was thanks to everything Mirian had experienced lately. She was in charge of a thousand or so people. Though she was still a novice at it, the habits and poise she'd developed in the role helped