The Beauty Throwing Herself Into My Arms (Not)

The knight did not mind being isolated, but if her existence instead became an obstacle to humanity, then everything would be putting the cart before the horse.

"In that case, I won't take any assignments for now. If any mithril-ranked assignments are posted, please come find me at the inn."

"Understood."

The knight had just risen to leave when someone beside her suddenly spoke to her.

It was a young girl dressed in the robes of a magic caster. She cautiously greeted the knight.

"Um, hello..."

"Hello." The knight replied flatly, then shifted her shoulder slightly and walked past her.

"Um, may I hire you?" the girl called after the knight.

"My name is Aisha, Aisha Eve Lyle Field. My friends and I came here to travel, and I was hoping to hire a guard."

The knight turned back, glanced at her, and said indifferently, "If you need a guard, you should look for someone else, Miss Aisha."

His voice sounded quite strange. Aisha did not know how to describe it—she had clearly heard the knight speak, and she understood what he meant to convey.

Yet she could not tell whether the voice was male or female, nor could she discern its tone. It was somewhat like a voice altered by a magic item. This silver knight had concealed his identity somehow.

"Why? Do you not accept guard commissions?" Aisha asked.

The knight nodded. "For now, I only intend to accept mithril-ranked assignments or higher."

This was merely an excuse. The reason the knight did not accept guard commissions was to save time; guarding someone was indeed far more time-consuming than killing magical beasts.

Moreover, ordinary guard assignments were generally silver-ranked. In the vast majority of cases, guard assignments did not reach mithril rank.

"Miss receptionist." Aisha turned toward the