I'd probably use this kind of term a lot from now on, so I was getting used to it.
This was a little strange. I was a woman, wasn't I?
I looked down at myself... Yeah, all I could see were my toes.
At 175 centimeters tall, with a DD cup, I thought I had a pretty great figure.
Though... my butt seemed a little big.
All right, I was a woman, but... why had I instinctively said "this old man" to refer to myself?
I thought about it for a long while, but couldn't come up with an answer, so I stopped trying.
I looked around the hall again. I wouldn't be able to team up with anyone from here on out, and would have to go alone. But before I accepted a mission, I had to let off some steam... Yeah,
I couldn't swallow this insult!
I leaped down from the balcony. In an instant, the entire hall fell silent. Everyone wanted to see what I'd do next.
Heh! Heh!
One step, two steps, three... I lowered my head and looked at the man in front of me, sitting with his feet propped on the table and smoking with his head bowed.
The guy had his hair slicked straight back, and he was wearing a trench coat in this scorching weather. What a freaking lunatic!
He seemed to feel me come up beside him and slowly raised his head to look at me.
Why did his face seem so familiar?
Whatever. I didn't care why he seemed so familiar. I was about to lose my temper!
I'd hit him first and ask questions later! Today, I was going to break the Mercenary Guild's rules!
I abruptly raised my fist. The air in the hall seemed to freeze. The