She looked older than me, probably in her early twenties. Her vivid golden locks and amethyst eyes suggested she might hail from nobility. Her skin was as white as snow, and her face curved in all the ideal spots. Her lips were also full and round. She looked exactly like a cloistered princess from a fairy tale. Yet despite that, the aura she gave off was anything but delicate. That stood to reason, considering I could see she had a sword at her hip, and just at a glance, I could tell that the weapon was no mere decoration. The way she was standing didn’t leave any openings either.

The moment her eyes met mine, the first thought that came to my mind wasWhoa, she’s tough. The toughest person I knew of in Ishka was Elgart Quis, a Level 35 adventurer and the town’s guildmaster. Yet I suspected this woman could give him a run for his money or even surpass him entirely. Behind her dainty appearance, I could sense an immeasurable wellspring of strength.

My next immediate thought wasWhoa, she’s tall. Her silver boots were the combat variety, meaning there were no heels to add to her height. And yet, she was still taller than me. I hadn’t measured myself recently or anything, but the last time I checked, I was around 175 centimeters. By that metric, this woman was probably over 180. Her long limbs were toned and muscular, like a seasoned warrior’s. Truthfully there was nothing “girly” about them, but her proportions were so well-balanced overall that they didn’t seem too manly either. She looked like someone who’d had natural talent from birth and through years of tireless effort had only honed that talent further.

There was also no doubt that she was from a well-to-do family. Her clothes had clearly been sewn from the fines