During her time as a Sun Warrior, Si Telan had met all kinds of people.
Most people were polite, but there were always oddballs. Some believed that since she had been summoned, she ought to diligently serve as their nanny, acting all high and mighty.
Some were consumed by conspiracy theories, convinced that Si Telan must have ulterior motives for helping others for free, and harshly criticized her.
Others had decent attitudes but abysmal adventuring experience, often dying in strange places where she could not save them even if she wanted to.
Whenever she encountered either of the first two types, Si Telan would go for a run, lure over a huge pack of monsters, and teach those idiots a lesson.
Since a helper's attacks could not harm the summoner, the host of the flame, and she had no item to sever the link, this was her only option—once the host died, she would be sent back.
Oh, and whether a helper was sent back or killed, they would not leave the dungeon. They would return to the place where their Summon Sign had been drawn. Si Telan quite liked that.
Still, if she was summoned too many times in a single day, she inevitably got dizzy and lightheaded. She had no idea why.
She was getting off topic.
After being an adventurer for so long, what had she not seen? Si Telan used to be able to say that with confidence.
Yet now, as she looked at the bizarre Demon Race before her—
My apologies, but I really have never seen this before!
"The summoner isn't here?" Si Telan swiftly swept her gaze around but found no trace of any humans. "Did the Demon Race summon me?"
Why was the Demon Race appearing in the dungeon? Could it have