During her time as a Sun Warrior, Sithran had met all kinds of people.
Most were polite, but there were always oddballs. Some thought that since she had been summoned, she ought to devote herself to being a proper nanny, putting on an arrogant, superior air.
Others had conspiracy theories on the brain, convinced that Sithran could not possibly be helping people for free without ulterior motives, and harshly denounced her for it.
Some had decent attitudes, but their adventuring experience was a complete mess. They often died in bizarre places where she could not save them even if she wanted to.
Whenever she encountered the first two types, Sithran would go for a run and lure over a huge mob of monsters to teach those idiots a lesson.
Since a helper's attacks could not harm the summoner—the Host of Fire—and she had no item that could sever the connection, this was her only option. Once the Host of Fire died, she would be sent back.
Oh, and whether helpers were sent back or killed, they would not leave the dungeon. They would return to the spot where they had drawn their Summoning Mark. Sithran liked that very much.
Still, if she got summoned too many times in a day, she would inevitably become dizzy and muddleheaded. She had no idea why.
She was getting off topic.
After being an adventurer for so long, what had she not seen? Sithran used to be able to say that with confidence.
But now, looking at the bizarrely shaped demons before her...
My apologies, my apologies. This was something she really had never seen before!
"The summoner isn't here?" Sithran swiftly swept her gaze over the surroundings, finding no trace of any humans. "Could demons have summoned me?"
Why were demons appearing in