The female blacksmith pursed her lips. Her cheeks, already flushed from years of exposure to furnace fires, grew even redder.
Her angry expression instantly faded.
In that brief moment, she felt as though an eternity had passed.
She even forgot to breathe.
"Hiss."
That was close.
She had almost embarrassed herself.
The female blacksmith quickly regained her composure.
Gauss exchanged a glance with her.
Perhaps it was just his imagination.
But Gauss even thought he saw a few wisps of smoke rising from the top of her head.
"Y-you hello, my name is Sif Albenna."
Gauss found it somewhat strange that she kept staring at him.
Why?
Because the woman before him had a strikingly contradictory air: a sturdy build paired with the coy demeanor she was displaying now.
Jon tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing an expression that said he had expected this.
He had foreseen this scene.
Anyone even slightly familiar with the blacksmith Albenna knew what she was like.
Beneath her tough exterior was the heart of a woman obsessed with good looks.
And in Jon's opinion, judging by appearance alone, Gauss was practically the most handsome man he had ever seen.
To Albenna, that naturally gave him astonishing appeal—and a devastating advantage.
"Hello, I'm Gauss. These are my companions, Alya and Theron."
Gauss unconsciously took half a step back and introduced his companions.
He had previously thought that Rachel, the guildmaster of the Adventurer's Guild's eastern Sena City branch, was the strongest woman he had ever seen. But now, that "title" was unquestionably changing hands.
Of course, this did not mean that Albenna was stronger than Rachel. She merely had a superior physique.
Gauss even guessed that Albenna possessed some special bloodline. Her physique had already surpassed what an ordinary person could achieve through