B-rank Adventurer With An Evil Look の小説・ストーリー

“He can care from across the room. I’m not a damsel.” I see the shield go over her eyes and recognize the action. She's protecting her, but from what? We’re guided toward the seating area, and that’s when I notice him. Riven. Large. Scarred. Radiating authority like it’s stitched into his bones. Rhys’s brother—though the resemblance is more in presence than in features. Where Rhys is controlled tension, Riven is blunt force. His golden yellow eyes are set, a male on a mission, as he moves to sit beside Tirianna.

Hilarion invited with eager eyes. Snow White looked at each of them. The seven Titans were so different. Vanguard was decisive and commanding. Grimm was fierce. Hilarion was bright. Storm wore glasses and had an elegant air—Vanguard mentioned he was a doctor. Slake always looked sleepy but was their best hunter. Bane looked terrifying with his tattoos but had a kind smile. And the youngest, Draven, was the quietest. They were all massive, muscular, and ready to protect her. "Princess..."

Warriors lined the perimeter. Beta Rowan stood near the front with Gamma Elias, both already in partial battle stance. Beyond the gate… Five wolves waited. Huge. Scarred. Dominant. And in the center stood their Alpha. Even from a distance his power was obvious. Tall. Broad. Black hair streaked with silver. Eyes the color of dried blood. The Bloodfang Alpha stepped forward slowly. The moment he crossed the boundary line… Damon’s aura exploded. Raw Alpha dominance flooded the clearing.

"They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea." Astrid witnessed his Adam's apple bob and his face drain of color in terror. "You are lying," he declared, but the quiver in his voice betrayed his deepening fear. "I am not," she assured him. She tried to muster up a look of concern for him, though she was not at all convinced she was pulling it off. "Save yourself, Leif. Show me where the baby is. Brodi is merciful. If you abandon your plan and confess, I'm sure you will survive. If you do not…"

] Erin answered, who immediately entered the guild. When we entered, all eyes immediately fell on Erin. There was an A rank adventurer who looked like he wanted to directly tease Erin, he immediately stood up and approached us. "Hey beauties, need a party? It's better to be in my party than with that weak guy!" he said, looking down at me. "Pffftt hahahha your power is just a figment of the fingers for Al!" Erin said hugging my arm. "Hahaha I'm an A rank adventurer and one of the strongest adventurers in this city!" he said while showing a necklace with a plate that read the letter A.

She was simply picking the lesser of two evils. Although now that she stood in this forest, she wasn’t sure anymore who the lesser of two evils was. Bran had shown up, riddled with blood and not a single injury or cut on his body. He’d been big and forbidding and a lot terrifying. He’d been all those things and holding two swords in his hands, he’d looked the very definition of a warlock. The vampire warlock. His expression had screamed danger, and still, she’d found herself getting turned on. Her panties still had a damp spot on them to prove it.

Holding his sword, Alex pours some mana on it, ready to charge his attack any time soon. “Isn’t he that frail guy who can’t even kill a slime??” Even Frank had a sigh of relief once he heard those. But it was not noticeable by the guards. “The adventurer that can’t even ascend a rank that one can get within a few months. Yes, that was surely him” Grinning, they knew that he was not someone they should be afraid of. After all, even if he is an adventurer, his rank is still on those novices. “What is happening here?”

Without wasting time colin beheaded the two reaming riders. Colin knew that he was in the maw of a beast but, he couldn't help but glance at the three massive heads of those Pyromuthos. Pyromuthos were B-rank beasts, almost an A-rank and they had two blood sacks one behind each ear. That meant a lot of money was sprawled uselessly near Colin and he couldn't help but get greedy. He just wanted to throw the caution to the wind and grab those blood sacks.

I tapped the screen, and the words appeared, stark and unyielding. Val Rhen. Dominion: Solas. Rank: 20.

After some contemplation, Richard posed a pertinent question, seeking clarity on the distinction between the strengths of high-level Beastmen and their ordinary counterparts. "In terms of strength, one of them should possess the power equivalent to an A-rank knight, while the others are likely comparable to B-rank knights," I responded candidly, emphasizing the significant prowess of these unique beings. Upon hearing this revelation, Richard audibly swallowed, visibly grappling with the implications of their formidable capabilities. Richard's reaction was palpable, his words stumbling out in a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he set his teacup down with a trembling hand. "Calm down,