"Great!"
The moment Fubuki finished speaking, King blurted it out instinctively, his shoulders dropping as he visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
He was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself for a moment and even pumped his fist hard.
-Though I don't know why she suddenly gave up on her own, not having to get dragged into the boring world of adults is just fantastic!
By the time King realized his behavior seemed somewhat inappropriate, Fubuki was already silently staring at him with a resentful look.
The expression on her face distinctly resembled that of a secluded young wife cruelly abandoned by a heartless scumbag, a pitiful sight.
"Ahem, ahem..."
King's face reddened, and he feigned a couple of coughs, trying to make up for his earlier rudeness. "No, Miss Fubuki, what I meant was, that's such a shame!"
Fubuki: "..."
"All right, all right, there's no need to explain..."
Fubuki sighed softly and waved a hand to show she didn't mind.
Ever since her failed attempt to invite Josen, she had adjusted her mindset, excluding anyone above A-Class from her recruitment efforts and choosing to believe in the power of the collective.
Though Fubuki felt a little regretful upon learning that King already had an S-Class Hero position reserved for him, she wouldn't keep pestering him.
Her bad mood passed as quickly as it had come, and she soon readjusted on her own.
Then Fubuki rallied her spirits, turned her grief and indignation into appetite, and held her little bowl out to King with a chuckle. "Mr. King, I want more hot pot!"
"All right." Fubuki's frankness made King smile a little sheepishly. The next second, he turned a sharp gaze toward the battlefield. "If that's all, then there's absolutely no problem!"
Time passed, and the hot