[Calm Down a Second].
Yep. That was the skill Rita had just used to light the fishman's cigarette.
Its only real quirk was that it didn't cost mana—just a bit of emotional energy. And for a few seconds after using it, Rita would feel unusually calm.
Which was probably why she didn't laugh just now.
Still, no matter how you spun it, it was basically… a magical lighter.
What kind of concept was this?!
800 gold.
And she got… a lighter!
When she complained about it, Lightchaser told her she didn't know a good deal when she saw one.
Rita disagreed. Every time she remembered that class, she lost her appetite.
After that, she got smarter.
She figured it out. Lightchaser wasn't shelling out this kind of money so she could learn flashy skills. If Lightchaser wanted to teach her those, she could've done it herself.
What she really wanted was for Rita to pick up experience—the kind only true survivors had.
